"I swear, I was honest last night."

Ringer closed the door and raised his hand to the ceiling.

Diana was neatly groomed, her hair was coiled behind her head, and she looked heroic, and she threw her sword and bow on the bed.

She was still holding something in her hand, a roll of paper, long, with some gray lime sticking to it.

Ringer felt that what she was holding should be a painting, a painting that had been rolled into a roll.

Diana came to the dresser, sat down, and threw it on the floor, and Ringer stepped forward, picked it up, and opened it, and saw that it was a portrait of the noblewoman.

"I broke the glass and took it out."

Ringer gave a thumbs up: "You are a wise demon hunter, very wise, and know that what happened last night was not done by me." ”

Diana looked at herself in the mirror: "I was in the corridor and I heard a nun say that I was a cruel woman, was that so?" ”

Ringer didn't hesitate: 'Yes, witches are generally like that, even though you are beautiful and captivating. “

Diana's eyes locked on him instantly.

"I mean, it's vicious by chance, like you shoot at it, and other times, like a normal woman."

Diana stood up from the dresser, took the painting from Ringer's hand, and said, "I thought carefully about the situation last night, well, maybe it wasn't you who did it, it was her!" She's teasing us. ”

"Well, I think so too, I'm a timid and pure person, how could I do that kind of thing, right?"

Diana didn't look at Ringer, and she didn't know if she was listening to Ringer carefully, she just held the portrait and kept looking.

"What are you going to do with this man who is hated by everyone?"

Diana's eyes gleamed fiercely.

She took out a pack of matches from the drawer, snorted, struck one, and placed the corner of the portrait on the flame of the match, and the portrait burned rapidly, and a puff of blue-black smoke rose from the noble woman's feet, and went up and up until the head was gone.

When the flame burned to the last bit of paper, Diana put it at her feet, stepped on it, pinched the piece of paper, and handed it to Ringer: "We did the right thing, let's keep it as a memento." ”

"Why did you give me such a precious gift?"

"You're a smart guy."

Ringer stretched out his hands, took it solemnly, and put it in the pocket of his jacket.

"Okay, the matter between us is settled, we are at peace, tell me your thoughts, about the death of the nun."

"Here, there are vicious demons, I've always thought so."

Ringer thought for a moment: "You didn't leave with Simslan and chose to stay in the monastery because there were demons in the monastery?" ”

Diana gave him a blank look: "Do you think I have any other reason to stay?" ”

Ringer asked: "It's been a few days, I'm afraid of irritating you, it's not good to ask, now I can ask, why did you fight Simslan?" ”

"I want to rest."

"Alright, you can rest, I'll go find Inspector Teng Karen."

Ringer found the detective in three or two clicks, and he was still at the scene, carefully investigating. "It's a headache, I didn't bring any detective equipment, it's a pity."

Hearing footsteps, Teng Karen seemed to know that it was Ringer who had come looking for him.

He said without looking back.

"You know, I have detective equipment is a very advanced instrument, I spent a lot of money from Germany to get it, it's a pity, I didn't bring it, otherwise it will come in handy, as long as there is advanced equipment, I will solve the case quickly." '

The detective thought the monk would ask, "What are your advanced equipment?"

Of course, the monk didn't ask, the detective equipment of more than a hundred years ago compared to modern high-tech crime-solving tools, that is, primitive equipment.

Ringer hopes to see a detective like Sherlock Holmes, who does not rely on instruments, but relies on his head and reasoning to solve the case, which is the real kung fu.

This guy, Ringer concluded, not to mention the rest, bragging kung fu is all the way with himself.

The detective noticed that the person behind him did not speak, so he turned around and asked, "Monk, you are also interested in this case, Master." ”

Ringer: "I'm not interested in the dead, I'm only interested in the living." ”

Teng Karen weighed the meaning of the words.

"Detective, it's obvious that your intention to take the initiative is obvious, why? Don't tell me your great work ethic drove you to do that. ”

Teng Karen's eyes shrunk and said, "No wonder Mei Dong said that you are a very special person, you were not born as a farmer, right?" ”

Ringer smiled and asked, "What else did Inspector Meidong say?" “

"He said, you're a storyteller, can you tell us about your story?"

Ringer came to the nun's body and said, "Did you find any clues?" “

The detective touched a ring on the ring finger of his left hand and said, "Nothing has been found so far, do you know who Father Reno is?" “

"I haven't met that guy either, the guy Dean Molly said was like a god.

Teng Karen immediately said: "I also don't look down on some bastards who are mythologized, just like Mei Dong, everyone is a detective, he thinks he is a great detective, he can give orders to anyone, and point fingers, such a person pretends to be profound, but in fact he is a liar who sells his reputation, do you say?" “

Lingert was surprised, he felt that Tengallen had an opinion about Mei Dong, but he didn't expect it to be so big.

"Perhaps, you're right. '

"So, monk, I need your help to help me solve this mystery, and will you help me when the time comes?"

Ringer bowed slightly: "Willing to serve." ”

"Thank you."

The detective held out his hand, and the two shook hands.

"I just asked a few nuns, and they said, 'It's a demon's doing, what do you think?'

Ringer said: "Don't you already suspect that this is a supernatural event? ”

The detective's mustache curled up and smiled: "Therefore, I need you to take it to the white house to have a look, is that okay?" ”

"I don't have the key."

"The nuns said that it is a forbidden place in the monastery, and no one can enter it, so I need your help, can I ask the abbot to get the key?"

Ten minutes later, Ringer and the detective came to the duty room in front of the gate.

"Is that so, for the sake of the case?"

"Yes, Lovesky, for the case."

The old man gave the key to Ringer.

"You'd better talk to the dean, or I'll be punished."

Ringer thanked him and smiled and said, "I'll go to the dean to explain the key and ask a question, do you sleep in the white house at night?" “

Lovsky quickly became frightened: "Don't talk nonsense, who dares to sleep in it!" Unless it's a dead person. “

"I found that on the second floor of the white house, there is a room that is particularly clean, there must be someone living in it, except for the dean, only you have the key, isn't it you?"

Lowski was upset: "I have the key, it's because I often go inside to clean, don't talk nonsense." '

"Well, I was wrong, thank you for your cooperation."