When Diana left, she put down her cruel words: If I can't burn you again, I will burn the building.

Ringer dragged his feet: "Don't burn it, burning the big devil will sell you into the kiln."

When Ringer returned to the room, he took out his hair.

Is this a man's hair, or a woman's hair?

In the absence of modern detection methods, this is really a bit of a brain cell.

Ringer tugged at the wrinkled, long, caterpillar hair, tangled in his head.

There shouldn't be much difference between male and female hair quality, but judging from the dry color of this hair, the owner of the hair should be an old man, and Diana agrees with this.

Seeing this ugly hair, a rickety old man, the appearance of an old lady will appear in front of people's eyes.

In the White House, so to speak, is an old demon, or ghost.

So, back to the starting point, is this hairy man's, or woman's?

Such long hair is generally women's, but in Russia a hundred years ago, men especially liked to have beards, and if they didn't have a beard, they weren't considered men, and some people liked to have long hair, so it can't be concluded that it was a woman's.

Ringer was almost certain that the figure he saw was a man, not a woman, and that the hair might have been left by the figure, and Diana was sure that a hair was definitely a woman's.

Okay, Ringer doesn't plan to entangle with Diana, if you are entangled with her, things that are very organized will be made unorganized by her.

He finds the Great Devil.

The big devil held his hair: "I think it's a woman's." Of course, men sometimes have long hair like this. ”

"Asked in vain."

Ringer thought about leaving, and the big devil said, "Father Reno has hair like this, not much. ”

Ringer hurriedly asked: "The bandits all scolded him for being a bald donkey, a hairless guy, how could he have hair?" ”

The big devil laughed: "He is similar to the bald donkey, there is only a small handful of his hair left, long and white, and there are only extra ornaments on his head." ”

Ringer was relieved and smiled: "No, the person in the white house is Father Reno." ”

The big devil was furious all of a sudden: "Little Cub, don't speak ill of Father Reno!" How can you say that, is this possible!! ”

The woman's reaction was so fierce that it was clear that Ringer had lost his words.

"Sister Jasmine, I'm just making an analogy, forgive me."

The big devil slapped his hand on the table angrily and said, "Monk, you can't make such a joke. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll just remember, Father Reno is so good, then why don't you see anyone at the critical moment, if it weren't for Brother Ben...."

He won't talk about the rest of the story, and the big devil knows.

The Great Devil promptly turned the sensitive topic away and said, "I still don't know why Father Reno abandoned us and the convent, since he left the convent four months ago, he has never returned. ”

"Where did he go?"

"I don't know very well, he left a contact address in the county, what's the matter, someone will reply on his behalf, the monastery and his contact information, is with carrier pigeons, didn't there be a skeleton last time, I contacted once, after he replied, I sent a letter, now, even the carrier pigeon has not returned, I don't know what happened."

Ringer comforted: "It's okay, Reno is not here, isn't there a Ringer monk." ”

But the big devil was not happy.

"So many things have happened in the monastery, and now the inspector is also dead, I think we should go to the county to find Ye Mingming, anyway, the weather is good now, the snow has melted more than half, so I am in a hurry, I plan to let Ke Li go, what do you think?"

Lin Gedao: Of course I agree with your opinion, have you thought about it, is it useful for you to find the police, your name is Ye Liming, he can handle such a case, the detectives have been killed, and the police seem to me to be in vain. ”

The Great Devil let out a long sigh, "If only Father Reno were here." “

Brother Ringer turned and walked away, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Don't go, let's talk about it for a while, I'm not going to mention Father Rino anymore, not anymore."

The monk has fled.

Out of the office and downstairs, Ringer took out his hair, laughed self-deprecatingly, just a hair, and made himself so round, it seems that detectives are not capable of everyone.

It has been a few days of good weather, and in some places, the snow has melted and the ground has been seen black.

A person came in front of him, and when he saw Ringer, he turned his head and ran.

"Don't run, Sharapova."

Ringer chased Sharapova, outstretched his hands to block her path

"Why are you avoiding me?"

Sharapova smiled slyly: "I don't want to be your personal belongings, you'll find a better assistant." “

Ringer is strange, the big devil is very excessive, let Sharapova show this in front of him, show that, but it is not Ringer's fault.

'Why did you regret it again?' ”

"It is said that the nuns of the convent are the priest's playthings, and Father Reno used to be like that."

Damn Reno again.

"What did he do to the nuns of the convent?"

"He's going to kick the nun when he's tired of playing, will you?"

Ringer leaned up, smelled her hair, and said with a grin: "Do you know what the core values of socialism are? ”

The young nun looked dazed.

"Tell you, I will, but, not for you."

Sharapova covered her mouth and smiled.

"Shabonny said that before you came to the monastery, you were a horse thief, and you stole dogs, and you ate them, and the police couldn't catch them, didn't you?"

It's such a slap in the face, how can the stupid Shabonny say such a thing.

"I won't tell you, I have something to do, you can go by yourself."

Sharapova caught up: "Isn't it? ”

"You're such a joker, do you believe Shabonny's nonsense? I'm too busy, do you know, Detective Teng Karen..."

Ringer made a neck wiping motion.

Sharapova was surprised.

"Oh Allah, he is so pitiful."

Ringer stared at Sharapova's eyes, he needed to do it, the good assistant was scared away because of the big devil's dynamic display, it was too bad.

Sharapova was quite alert, and immediately lowered her head and slipped away.

The monk felt that he was a failure, and he could not conquer his assistant.

It seems that when the detective understands something, he has to strengthen the magic of his eyes, and he needs to catch the prey in an instant.

The noon sun was suitable for sleeping, and Ringer climbed up to the bell tower of the monastery, and lay on the mahogany board under the bronze bell, basking in the sun with his legs crossed.

How to find the murderer of the detective from a hair, it is too difficult.