So you have to make the other flowers so ugly, you have to suppress them. "It's like a detective and a boy, and it seems like there's a lot of talk.

However, the detective seemed to be very familiar with the game, he quickly suppressed his smile, and then asked Liu Huajiang seriously: "Then what are you doing today?" ”

"This ugly flower in front of the detective is what I did this afternoon." This serious self-complaining is unguarded.

How ugly is this ugly flower in front of you? The yellow chrysanthemums are actually matched with some white stars, and this is not the end, but the blue enchantress can also be inserted into two.

She deserves to endure it, but what is the middle of a Chinese gentleman's orchid inserted?

Every flower is beautiful, but when paired together, it is so nondescript.

Placed in the beautiful European-style living room here, it simply hurts the word European.

"Poofha!" The little boy next to Ansu couldn't help but burst out laughing, almost knocking out Ansu's ears.

"You didn't do anything but this pot of flowers?" The detective laughed for a long time before he came to his senses, and looked at the inconspicuous Liu Huajiang in front of him,

"It's a unique way of creating that drained me all afternoon."

"Okay, what about after that? Have you ever seen the dead? There was a rare pampering and letting go in the detective's eyes, and he couldn't bear to keep his eyes on this pot of flowers.

"Yes." Unexpectedly, Liu Huajiang nodded lightly and gave a little information.

"What time is it?" The detective's eyes sparkled with a clue.

"At about eight o'clock in the evening, he praised me for the uniqueness of this pot of flowers and asked me to place it in a prominent place in the living room." After speaking, he innocently pushed his gold-rimmed glasses.

The detective was speechless, and suddenly the air became quiet.

"Hahaha!! Can you not add drama to a pot of flowers? Daughter Jia couldn't help laughing.

What's funny is not what he says, but how serious he looks.

"And then?"

"Then the pot of flowers appeared in front of the detective." What unpretentious words.

"Next." The detective put away all the pampering on his face, not planning to discuss this ugly pot of flowers with this friend for many years.

The detective pointed to the heroine with Jasmine's cousin written on the badge.

The heroine is still very gentle, she pursed her lips and smiled gently, and then said very elegantly: "Count Jia is my distant cousin, because his family is in the middle of the road, so he came to seek refuge in his cousin." ”

"Did you come here today?" The detective likes this kind of child who completely confides in the amount of information, so he picked up the small notebook very seriously.

"No, I've been living here for two months now." Cousin Jasmine's smile has always been very decent, and compared to Bai Fumei, she is the real Bai Fumei.

The detective inadvertently wondered if these two people had taken the wrong script?

"Your beauty makes me want to believe in you." The detective was not cross-examining, but said something like this.

"Detective, you're too much, obviously people are so beautiful and greasy~" The three-year-old daughter Jia went online again, and she directly looked at the detective pouting with her little eyes.

Who can stand this?

"Ahh The detective covered his heart, as if he had received a sweet crit.

This kind of person thought that he was going to say something to refresh the three views, but he suddenly restrained all his expressions and behaved very seriously: "But it's a pity that I'm an iron-faced and selfless detective." ”

“╯^╰！” Jia's daughter snorted softly.

"So now let's talk about today's timeline." The detective was referring to Cousin Jasmine, and he quickly returned to his original state.

"Today, as usual, nothing out of the ordinary," Cousin Jasmine replied with a chuckle.

"And what do you look like?" The detective thought that this little cutie was a good person, but he didn't expect to receive this kind of reply as usual.

"Just, clean up, help with the cooking......" Cousin Jasmine said in a whisper, blinking her eyes slightly.

According to the script, she should have shown embarrassment here, but she didn't show embarrassment, so she was a little embarrassed.

"Help with the cooking? Don't you have a cook in your castle? I want you to help with the cooking of a socialite. "The detective caught the clue, and usually this kind of distant cousin who lives with relatives will not be treated very well.

So he can extend a little bit of murderous motive or something from here.

"Just do my cousin a favor!" Cousin Jasmine gently tugged at her bangs, and her voice was very soft and deliberate.

This time she finally showed the unnaturalness she should have, because Ansu glanced at her.

Ansu looked at her out of curiosity about the plot.

Usually the skin is skinned, but Ansu is still very serious about the real task, so there is no memory and script, she must take clues from others, and when Detective Pang Wen is a suspect, Ansu will check their expressions.

The corpse is real, normal people can see it at a glance, and this group of people even acted as if they didn't see it.

That playful mentality is not fake.

Of course, what Ansu wants to see is not who the murderer of this script is, what she wants to see is the real murderer, who planned such a weird game?

"Have you seen the dead today?" The detective learned a little bit from Cousin Jasmine's little expression just now, and the rest of the matter can only be found through evidence collection, so he opened the next question.

"Yes, they said that my cousin was not feeling well, so I went and brought him medicine." Cousin Jasmine nodded slightly, and then said without any waves.

I was a little shy just now, but now I suddenly have no waves, which is indeed a little suspicious.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the medicine she sent?

"What did you say?" Detective Qianqian nodded, and then realized that she would have to look at this medicine later.

"I didn't say anything, because I was tired, so I rested after dinner and didn't see Count Jia again." Cousin Jasmine, it seems that the script ends here.

"Do you have anything to add?" The detective still wanted to ask.

Cousin Jasmine shook her head slightly, her eyes dazed.

"Okay, next." The detective recorded all this, and then looked at the servant who was sitting next to him.

"I'm the only servant and part-time butler in this castle, and you heard you right, I take care of such a big castle alone."

"Then you're amazing!" The detective's eyes lit up, and he cast an envious look at the servant inexplicably.

"Why don't you hurry up and give me a raise!" The Qian servant seemed to have a grudge for a long time, and now slapped the table and looked at Ansu with an angry expression.

It's just that these things are so dramatic that I can't help but laugh.

Ansu, who was once again Aite for no reason, Ansu frowned slightly, her identity seemed to be the intersection of all the characters.

But now she doesn't know who she is.