"It's almost time."

Midong stared at the cabin in front of the windowsill and looked at Vacheron Constantin on her wrist. It's 9:30 p.m. on May 30th, and from this moment until the next minute, anytime, anywhere, in the door of that storage room......

Sure enough, the flashlight lit up.

Morse code is being passed to Midon.

"Urge, love, medicine, already, ready, finished."

"Delusion, hallucination, medicine, already, ready, done."

"Location, second floor, balcony, left wing, rose."

"So, even though it's a game I specifically proposed, it needs to be so primitive, Morse code or something."

Midong chuckled, but didn't forget about her work, quickly left the balcony, and quickly walked out of her room. The grandfather at the opposite door was still resting, the door was closed, and everything was peaceful. She quickly walked down the hallway, down the central staircase, and immediately turned left when she reached the second floor, aiming for the third room ahead.

This is the study, and it is the study of her stepfather Miyamoto Tomoya, as a rookie in the business world who has been admitted to the MBA, of course, he is necessary, and he has been and is doing a hard work. At this time, there was no one in the house, and Midong walked quickly on her snow-white toes and walked lightly into the balcony of this room.

Because it is her husband's balcony, Shizuko Miyamoto, as a wife, takes care of it very carefully. The balcony is full of flowers, and it is spring and there are flowers in full bloom everywhere. Mi Dong first looked at the balcony railing, and saw that there was indeed a shallow mud footprint on the black painted surface, which was full of freshness.

"Brother is really careless, but there is no way to avoid it, tsk."

Midong picked up the rag in the garden, quickly wiped the footprints away, and then turned to the flower pot next to her. Roses are really a must-have foil for a beautiful but elderly wife when she gets along with her handsome and young husband.

Looking out into the garden, there is no more rangers' huts and storehouses.

But next to the flowerbed below, there is a two-storey self-contained generator set and a long ladder for maintenance climbing. Mei Dongri lives here, so I can see clearly that the ladder does show signs of being moved, but it is in the right place. It can be said that if it hadn't been for Midon's place in place, she wouldn't have seen that it had really been moved.

Then, it's time for the rose pot in front of you.

The glass bottles, the thickness of two little fingers, were so obviously stuck in the dirt that the stockers didn't bother to bury them because they knew that Midon would come and pick them up immediately.

So it's easy for Midon herself.

The pink potion and the blue potion represent the heart and calmness respectively, which shows the high attainment of the merchant in customer psychology.

Then, it's time to use them.

Midong walked out of her stepfather's study and looked out into the hallway.

Temporary emptiness.

Today and tomorrow are the decisive moments.

The typhoon came suddenly, but it also happened to allow Midong's plans to start ahead of schedule. Especially now, the vast majority of the entire Miyamoto clan is gathered in the Miyamoto Mansion, and when the incident really happens, the suspicion of each individual will naturally be reduced to the bottom. On this basis, if we unfold Rashomon-style alibi, and even the outbreak of various contradictions, the risk of her Mito Aoyama can almost be ignored.

It was impossible for her to sit and wait for the old man to die naturally.

The only question is how to arrange it.

The time soon came to eleven o'clock in the morning.

The night was already deep.

However, the question of how many people have the heart to rest is a complex one.

The children of the second generation of the Miyamoto family, led by their uncle Miyamoto Ryuzo, talked all night in the reception room on the first floor. The eldest daughter and the second daughter, plus the eldest son Long Teng, who is in real power, and the head of the secret association of direct blood relatives, speculated on the possibility of everyone who had the old man's illness.

So at this time, the so-called non-direct blood relatives, as well as the young people of the third generation, are all idle.

Miyamoto Tai Po, for example, is the cat in the room as always, playing his computer games.

For example, Concubine Xia, the wife of the eldest son Long Teng, was sitting in the spacious bedroom at this time, chatting quietly with her only son.

Another example is Shizuko's husband, Moko's young stepfather, Tomoya Miyamoto.

It's been a long night, and since everyone has something to do, he naturally has to find something for himself, so that he can't tell how to pass the time—no one has the heart to sleep.

He came to the study.

Everyone has their own secrets, and Tomoya is certainly no exception.

Shizuko is a charming woman.

But she's over forty years old after all.

Of course, there are wolves and tigers, and their figures are also good, but they are not their peers after all.

The only way to solve the worries is Du Kang, so Zhiyou has hidden some indescribable magazines in the study. However, when he entered the house tonight, of course, he did not come straight to that goal, but the habit of drinking mineral water before reading a book still lasted a lifetime, and this will not change.

He took a sip of water as usual tonight, then picked up the business book on the table and continued to read.

Little by little, time passed.

It's a little unpleasant.

Miyamoto also felt an indescribable sense of unhappiness.

I can't read the book, maybe it's because I've been busy these days, and I'm worried about the old man's condition, of course he doesn't have time to do indescribable things with his wife. So, it's rare to settle down a little tonight, and that fire is finally coming up?

And I seem to be a little sleepy.

But not very sleepy yet, but enough for his brain to get a little foggy.

So I won't read the book, and Miyamoto Tomoya plans to go back to the house to sleep, but just as he turns around to put the book back in place, he happens to see a corner of the indescribable magazine.

It doesn't seem to be there, could it be that Miyamoto Tai Po did it?

Thinking of his nephew's hobbies, Tomoya laughed.

The head is a little dizzy, and it's not good for the brain to think too much at this time, so Tomoya easily gave up the plan to think, happily pulled out the magazine, and read it happily.

Undoubtedly, this does not help to reinvent the ability to think, especially when the man's interest is aroused. Especially Zhiya's interest tonight is particularly strong, but because he is a little sleepy, he is not interested in thinking about why his interest is so strong, not to mention that he has also found a reason for himself.

Time passed little by little again.

The black shadow returned to the door of the study.

It's still a tulle-like pajama, even if it's tightly wrapped, but the style is too tempting.

Midong looked through the crack in the door at the young stepfather's attentive appearance.

Considering the tragic fate that the back-pot man will face, let him taste some dreamlike and self-righteous sweetness in a beautiful misunderstanding, which is insignificant and lossy, and Meidong can still afford to spend it.

She pursed her lips.

"The ratio of 8:1 is not so much a horse in spring, but actually a doll, hum~"

After muttering, she gently pushed the door open with a wicked smile on her lips.