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"Do you believe in fate?"

Zhaofu Baoxiang Tower, Zhao Shen smiled elegantly.

Su Jiu walked slowly and methodically through the spacious house full of all kinds of strange instruments and compasses, reached out and fiddled with a brass ruler, and smiled back: "I don't believe it." Fortune and misfortune are determined, life and death are up to me, but if you work very hard, then your luck will not be too bad, and those who work hard will be blessed! ”

She looks good when she laughs.

The fawn's eyes are curved like crescent moons, and the dimples are sweet.

Zhao Shen admired, "Those people who are locked up in the courtyard are the objects of my observation. I told them that the rice and grain in the courtyard were limited, and that the last one of them would be able to leave. Guess what they did? ”

Su Jiu's fingertips brushed the thousands of books on the walls.

These books were all very old books, and she couldn't even read the titles.

She replied lightly: "Cannibalism." ”

"Yes, cannibalism. Dominated by hunger and fear, they can only kill others to make themselves the last ones alive. I've deduced their lives thousands of times in advance, but the ending is just one, death. You say, am I right? ”

Su Jiu thought about it carefully and said seriously: "You didn't make a mistake. But their original destiny changed when you decided to arrest them into the Zhao family. Your subsequent deduction is just a fallacy. ”

Zhao Shen's pen paused.

He had never heard anyone say that.

He is like an old monk in a state of mind, caught in self-affirmation and denial.

Su Jiu approached him, stretched out his hand and waved in front of him.

The man didn't react.

"What a weird person......"

She muttered, pushed the door and left.

On the sixth floor of the tower are equally spacious houses, with unlocked doors and the slightest hint of cold air spilling out.

Su Jiu poked his head into his head curiously.

The black gauze curtain covered the window, and there was a black hole inside, and a permanent lamp was faintly eerie.

In front of the ever-bright lamp, a huge ice coffin rested.

Su Jiu saw a man lying inside.

The posture is glamorous and beautiful, and it is very similar to Zhao Shen.

She could see it, and suddenly a cold drink came from behind her:

"What are you doing?!"

Su Jiu hurriedly turned around, and Mrs. Zhao's face was unprecedentedly ugly.

Before she could explain, the other party had already pounced on her and grabbed her long hair like a spicy ordinary woman, "This kind of place dares to trespass, Su Jiu, you have eaten bear heart leopard gall!" ”

Su Jiu was thrown to the ground by her.

She rubbed her long hair and saw that the woman had run towards the ice coffin.

She lay in front of the ice coffin, her expression was extremely gentle, and she muttered something in a low voice, as if she was soothing and loving.

Occasionally, he glanced back at Su Jiu viciously, and then turned his head again, turning into watery tenderness, and continued to whisper.

She's like a ghost.

Su Jiu felt a chill on his spine, turned around and fled to the top of the tower.

Zhao Shen was still deep in thought.

He was about sick, and the dripping blood spilled from the tip of his nose on the paper, and he wiped it away casually, and his face was bloody and hideous, but he kept describing and deducing on the paper.

“…… It shouldn't be like this, I didn't make a mistake. How so? ”

Su Jiu swallowed his saliva and picked a corner to stay, holding a brass ruler firmly like a weapon.

I can't complain that she is afraid, and the people of the Zhao family are too weird!

Zhao Shen's blood seemed to be unstoppable, and when Su Jiu noticed it, half of the bookcase was dyed bright red!

But he was still continuing to deduce, and there were words in his mouth, all of which were words that Su Jiu couldn't understand.

Just as she was wondering whether to go and see what he had written, Mrs. Zhao suddenly pushed the door in.

The delicate and beautiful woman was startled by the blood of the book.

She turned to Su Jiu suddenly: "What did you do?!" ”

Su Jiu: "...... I didn't do anything. ”

"Didn't do anything, my Shen'er would have made it like this?!" Mrs. Zhao was so angry that she lost her demeanor for a while, so she picked up the Zhenshan ruler and went to knock Su Jiu's head!

At this time, Zhao Shen finally woke up from the deduction.

He called out "Mother".

Mrs. Zhao turned around, Zhao Shen's face was bloodless, and she slowly smiled, "I'm fine, don't touch Su wine." ”

After saying that, he fainted because of excessive blood loss.

Mrs. Zhao was grief-stricken and hurriedly called the government doctor to come for treatment.

The pagoda was in a mess, and Su Jiu was shrinking in the corner, thinking about whether to run away while the chaos was in place, when Mrs. Zhao stood in front of her with an expressionless face.

"Yes...... What's the point? ”

Su Jiu carefully blocked the brass ruler in front of him.

As a mother, Mrs. Zhao's eyes are really terrible now!

The woman squatted down and pinched her little face, "I have been camping for so many years, all for my Shen'er plan. He's not in good health, so he never appears in front of people, and you're the only one who has ever seen him. If you kill him, I will skin you and tear you apart, so that you can experience what it means to be eighteen layers of hell! ”

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