Turnip's eyes widened, looking at Leng Yue and the little boy with admiration and curiosity.

Leng Yue was still expressionless, as if she had expected everything that was happening in front of her.

In fact, Leng Yue herself didn't know that this would happen a long time ago, and she was also trying.

It's just that the results of the attempt confirmed her guess even more.

This little boy really has autism.

Because he has autism, he doesn't seem to be interested in anything in the outside world, and no matter what happens, it won't attract his attention.

People with autism will close themselves in a unique, unique world of their own.

However, there are certain things that are very interesting.

Like cards, like numbers.

Of course, there will be no cards in this world, Leng Yue remembered a movie "Rain Man" about autism that she had seen in modern society before, starring Tom Cruise, in which Tom Cruise played the character had a unique emotion for matchsticks.

It was precisely because of the inspiration of this movie that Leng Yue remembered to give it a try with chopsticks.

Unexpectedly, the little boy really reacted.

Leng Yue quietly watched as the little boy picked up one of them, put it in his hand, and folded it in half without thinking about it.

"Hey, you're ......"

Seeing this, the turnip couldn't help but be stunned, and couldn't help but speak, but was stopped by Leng Yue raising her hand.

The boy broke off one of the chopsticks and threw half of them on the ground, while placing the other half on the table, and at the same time picked up one of the other two chopsticks and put it with the other half, and the other one was some distance from the other.

Turnip frowned, looking at the two and a half chopsticks on the table with a confused expression, completely confused.

"Master, this is ...... him"

Leng Yue looked at the little boy and did not answer the words of the turnip, but said to the little boy: "This broken chopstick, does it represent you, right?" ”

There was no surprise, and the little boy remained silent.

Leng Yue was not annoyed, facing a little patient who was only six or seven years old, it was rare to have a little patience.

"This one is placed next to it, representing your mother."

The little boy still didn't speak, just a pair of dull eyes, but because of Leng Yue's words, there was a slight light flashing.

Leng Yue moved her finger away, and little by little she moved towards the other chopstick that was placed far away, until she pointed at the chopstick.

"This root represents your father!"

When the words fell, the little boy suddenly widened his eyes, picked up the chopsticks, folded them hard, and shouted as if he was emotionally broken and out of control.

"Ahh

Turnip was completely confused, and she didn't know why she was suddenly like this, standing aside at a loss.

Leng Yue also frowned.

However, at this moment, another person suddenly broke into the room.

"Ah Cheng, Ah Cheng, what's wrong with you?"

It was none other than the child's mother, the wife of the deceased.

As soon as she rushed in, she hurriedly ran to the little boy, hugged the person tightly in her arms, and glared at Leng Yue and Turnip angrily while eagerly comforting her.

"What are you doing to my child?"

"You're lying!"

Suddenly, Leng Yue suddenly opened her mouth and said without warning.

The wife was stunned for a moment, and then there was a dodge in her eyes, and instead of meeting Leng Yue's gaze, she lowered her head and continued to comfort the little boy she called Ah Cheng.

When the little boy saw his mother, he did calm down, and although he no longer yelled, his eyes seemed to be more serious than before.

"Ah Cheng is not afraid, my mother is here, my mother is here."

After speaking, he immediately looked at Leng Yue coldly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I warn you, whoever you are, don't come near my son again!"

After speaking, his wife pulled Ah Cheng out.

Turnip wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Leng Yue raising her hand.

Turnip frowned: "Master, you just said that Ah Cheng's mother lied?" ”

"Hmm!"

Leng Yue said a low sentence from her throat.

In fact, as early as the moment she was sure that Ah Cheng was an autistic person, she already knew that Ah Cheng's mother was lying before.

In such a state, Ah Cheng has no way to speak, nor can he express his emotions.

But at the scene of the crime, when Leng Yue and Ye Jiuchen interrogated Ah Chengniang's situation, she kept saying that Ah Cheng said that he still wanted to eat, so he let it

The deceased went back to the room alone.

Turnip looked at Leng Yue's cold and deep eyes as if they were covered with frost, and suddenly thought of this.

"Master, could it be that Ah Cheng's mother is the murderer?"

In addition to this reason, Turnip really can't think of any other reason that would make her lie.

And obviously, when Leng Yue pointed out that she was lying just now, her eyes dodged, obviously she was weak-hearted.

However, in the face of Turnip's conclusion, Leng Yue shook her head.

Turnip's thoughts were finally clear, and Leng Yue's head shook her head, and she was messed up again.

"Not her? It's not her, why is she lying? Who else would she have? Could it be that she conspired with others to kill her husband? ”

Faced with Turnip's question, Leng Yue didn't answer immediately, it was about human life and the truth, and she didn't talk nonsense without scruples like before, and draw conclusions at will.

Moreover, the thought that faintly appeared in her heart made her feel very heavy at the moment, like pressing a ball of soaked cotton, unable to go up, down and down, and depressed.

"It's not certain yet, but you're right about one thing.

This Ah Cheng's mother definitely has a problem. ”

After a pause, Leng Yue restrained her emotions, listened to the faint sound of fighting outside, and said lightly to Turnip.

"It's almost over there, let's go take a look."

"Yes!"

In this way, Leng Yue and Turnip walked out of the room with it.

At the other end of the corridor, Ye Jiuchen and the man in gray had been fighting for a few rounds, but it was obvious that the martial arts of the two were equal to each other, and for a while, they couldn't tell the winner at all.

The corridor director was blocked by the innkeeper and the cloth merchants, and from a distance, although Leng Yue couldn't see the battle situation clearly, he could still clearly feel Ye Jiuchen's situation.

For a while, Leng Yue's eyes couldn't help but be a little heavy.

Although he knew that there were people outside the people and mountains outside the mountains, Leng Yue was not boastful and always felt that Ye Jiuchen's martial arts had few opponents in this world.

But it is obvious that now the man in gray is definitely not under Ye Jiuchen in martial arts.

In the barren mountains and remote inns, there are people with such strong martial arts, and as soon as they enter the inn, they never show up again, even if there is such a big thing as a murder, they never appear for a moment.

Isn't there a problem?

Originally, Leng Yue was still a little hesitant about her guess, but now that she saw this situation, the guess in her heart was a little more confirmed.

It seems that in Lin'an City, there are still people who are not worried about their every move.

He didn't hesitate to send such a master to spy on them!

Dog stuff!

Leng Yue's heart was a little angry and scratched the wall, but her face was silent, she lifted the steps under her feet, and walked towards Ye Jiuchen and the gray-clothed man without hurrying.

Leng Yue didn't enter the palace because she was drugged by Ye Jiuchen before, and she didn't know that in the accident in Fengqi Palace, gray clothes had actually appeared.

But Leng Yue doesn't know Gray Yi, it doesn't mean that Ye Jiuchen doesn't know him.

As early as the moment he started, Ye Jiuchen had already recognized the gray clothes.

This gray coat, who had never seen it before, but appeared at such a critical moment when he disposed of Queen Fei, which was enough to represent his position in Jiang Xinglie's heart, thinking about it, Jiang Xinglie had some things that he was arranged to do.

Perhaps, what he did to him and Leng Yue before was the handiwork of the person in front of him.

Thinking about it like this, Ye Jiuchen's angular face suddenly became gloomy, and even the lines of his face became sharp and sharp, and his dark and deep black eyes, like an eagle falcon, burst out with two cold and deep rays of light, like a huge whirlpool, which can easily pull people down.

Regardless of whether this person was sent by Jiang Xinglie or not, what the purpose was, in short, Ye Jiuchen was not happy now!

Therefore, the actions of his subordinates are not merciful at all.

And the gray clothes were still restrained at the beginning, as if they were worried about Ye Jiuchen's identity, but they didn't expect that Ye Jiuchen's moves were all murderous, as if they wanted to kill him now, and they didn't dare to be contemptuous, so they could only concentrate and resist Ye Jiuchen's moves.

And he's a little confused now.

Ye Jiuchen must have recognized himself, but why did he kill himself?

After thinking about it, the move continued, and Leng Yue gradually approached the two of them quietly.

Looking at the inseparable battle between the two, Leng Yue couldn't help but have a touch of dryness in his eyes.

If the fight continues like this, it is estimated that there will be no results until tomorrow morning.

They've got business to do!

Never mind!

The demon you choose yourself, you get your own favor!

Thinking like this, Leng Yue immediately coughed lightly, cleared her throat, and then said in a round voice, her voice was loud, and it was not big or small, but it was enough for Gray Yi and Ye Jiuchen to hear, and said:

"Hey, that dog thing!"

Ye Jiuchen: "......"

Gray: "??? ”

Leng Yue had a serious face: "Just talk about you, that dog thing in gray clothes!" ”

Grey Coat: "......"

It's the first time he's grown up to be so novel and chic, direct and ...... Not a very nice name.

Gray Yi felt a little uncomfortable, but it was precisely because of this that he was a little distracted.

The master made a move, and the most taboo thing was distraction, but this slight distraction was immediately caught by Ye Jiuchen.

Ye Jiuchen directly hit the gray cloth under the ribs with a fist with a strong wind......