Because of the hat, we can't see Bi Qing's complete face clearly, we can only notice the chin and lips that are different from ordinary people, and his babbling voice.

The third man, nicknamed Gowu, had a lean body like a goat, with a scarlet birthmark on each half of his head, and from a distance, it looked like two sheep's horns.

He grew very tall and stood next to Bi Qing like a bamboo pole. The hair was grayish-white, long, and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time, and it was very messy, fluttering in the wind.

The man, who had a black cloth over his eyes, was probably blind, but seeing him walk up and down the dangerous cliffs, it didn't look like what a blind man could do. The man kept his arms open, like a small sailboat heading into the wind.

Why is it described as a sailboat, because he has a pair of big feet that do not match his body at all, attached to the slender foot neck, which makes people feel weird.

This person and Mo Haiyou cannot be regarded as friends, they can only be regarded as meeting in Pingshui. Mo Haiyou didn't understand why he would send such a letter to himself? And deliberately wrote on the envelope that it must not be opened until it is alone.

Yes, on the back of the envelope in Mo Hai's right hand, there is a line of small letters in the lower right corner, which clearly reads: 'Please Mr. Mo must browse the contents of this letter alone, do not tell others, and hope for help!' ’

The meaning of this sentence could not be clearer, the person who wrote the letter had a very urgent matter to ask Mo Haiyou for help, but he didn't want the police and others to know, so he added such a paragraph to the envelope.

As for why it was sent to the police station, the reason is very simple, he doesn't know where Mo Haiyou lives now?

"Oh...... All right. The maid paused for a few seconds, and then walked in the direction of the kitchen, and the old man, who was standing at the door of the room, immediately rang the bell to summon another maid, and after a few words of care for her, he left.

The new maid was probably Dai Lu, who had jet-black hair that was tightly tied to the top of her head to form a beautiful ball head. In front of the head of the balls, a royal blue bow is specially tied, which is full of cute girlishness.

In fact, this maid is not young, just looking at the face, she is about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, the bow on her head is good, that is, the color is light on one side and dark on the other, if there is an obsessive-compulsive person who sees it, it will be very uncomfortable.

There is nothing special about her figure and clothes, she is exactly the same as the maid who walked away just now, but she is only a little taller, about 1.7 meters by eye.

On Dai Lu's hand, there is a ring in the shape of a butterfly, which is made of blue gemstones.

They sat on the grass with their backs to the person looking at the painting, the man's right hand running through the shawl on the woman's back, and his outstretched fingers gently caressing the woman's hair; The woman, on the other hand, relaxes her body and leans on the man's shoulder, making it feel as if she has fallen asleep.

The subject matter of the painting is very warm and reveals a sense of long-lasting happiness. Just like the infinitely elongated mountain background, it seems to imply that the love between this young man and woman will last forever.

Looking at the dream-like picture, Dai Lu's eyes revealed a little obsession, maybe every girl, or young woman, will have a yearning for the happy artistic conception expressed in this oil painting.

After a while, Dai Lu finally came to her senses, she turned over the rag in her hand, and wiped the frame of the oil painting with the clean side. As he wiped, the fingers of his other hand naturally pressed the frame.

Mo Haiyou strode out of the café, and in less than a minute, he was already standing in front of Yun Yeyao. Although the forensic doctor's face was still cold, the hand that covered Yun Yeyao's cheek showed his tender side.

"Why don't you come in? Is it fun to be alone outside blowing the wind? ”

"I see you're meditating, so...... I don't want to bother you. Yun Yeyao replied honestly, in front of Mo Haiyou, he never played his own careful thoughts, because he knew that Mo Haiyou and him were like two sides of a mirror, and it was impossible to hide anything from the person in front of him.

Silently pulled the person into the café, and only after sitting down did Mo Haiyou continue to ask: "Didn't I say that I can't come to dinner if I have something?" Why are you still coming to me? ”

Mo Haiyou knew the answer to the question in his heart, but he just wanted to hear the words that made him comfortable from Yun Yeyao's mouth.

"It's not difficult, I have a personal mobile phone number." Yun Yeyao replied.

Xie Yunmeng, who was on the side, interjected: "Why did he give you his private mobile phone number?" Usually give contact numbers between ordinary friends, right? ”

"That's to promote Kashenf's ghost butterfly, Uncle Kashenv is a crazy butterfly fan, he thinks I can help him, so when the TV series was filmed, he deliberately gave me a private mobile phone number that I don't usually use, hoping that I can contact him often." Yun Yeyao replied.

"Okay, no problem, I'll let my uncle take you there, he's more familiar with that area than I am."

"Thank you so much, then we'll see you tomorrow."

This is the end of the conversation between the two people, Yun Yeyao turned his head and asked Mo Haiyou after hanging up: "Xiao Zuo, are you sure that the person who wrote the letter is Mo Xiangdong?" ”

"I'm not sure, I'm just judging by the name on the envelope." Mo Haiyou replied truthfully. The three of them were still in the café, and it was close to 9 o'clock in the evening.

"I don't think it could be Mr. Mo Xiangdong who wrote the letter, because this number is now used by his son, who himself died a month ago."

Yun Yeyao's words made Mo Haiyou instantly straighten up and lean on his body, and said, "Dead?!" That letter was written by his son? ”

"I can't guess either, but Mr. Mo Xiangdong's son mentioned that he had an uncle, maybe it was written by his uncle." Yun Yeyao replied.

The sun is always shining brightly in the mornings of spring, and when the first rays of sunlight shine into the room in late spring, the feeling of warmth and humidity also hits the face. Yun Yadui, who was wearing silk pajamas, got up from the bed in a daze.

She is usually used to waking up early, but this habit is limited to sleeping on the Simmons big bed at home, sleeping here, Yun Yadui has no way to wake up in time. She is the kind of woman who loves beds very much and is also a champion of solitary sleep.

The 30-year-old Yun Yadui has no boyfriend recently, and she doesn't care, because with her own ability, she can earn a lot of money without being controlled, which is Yun Yadui's favorite life.

From childhood to adulthood, her parents, who strive for excellence in life, have too much discipline for her, every action, every habit, and even every time she eats and goes to the toilet, there are many requirements, and Yun Yadui has long been tired of it.

It's like a bunch of greasy fat pressed on the hands and feet, and after a long time, it's strange that the hands and feet are not numb! After a long period of slow movement, the man got up from the edge of the bed, and he struggled to walk towards the bathroom with two thick, short thighs.

The floor was covered with the coat and pants he had thrown there yesterday, and this man's habits were very sloppy, he never put his shoes neatly away, he didn't hang his coat and hat on a shelf, he didn't fold his pants neatly on a chair, he didn't even brush his teeth and wash his face before going to bed.

Anyway, he has become accustomed to a greasy and sloppy life, and no one, no environment, can change him.

After entering the bathroom, the man propped his hands on the sink and paused for a moment, he was not interested in looking closely at the sleepless face in the mirror like a woman, he was just irritable.

"My heart is already an empty shell, butterflies can't respond to me, they are just lives without memory......" softly said the sigh in his heart, Song Yuehua felt another voice in his ear for a moment, comforting: "Butterflies have memories, please believe that in the future, you can awaken the memories of butterflies...... Don't give up easily, the feelings that belong to butterflies......'

The sound of heaven surrounded her ears, faintly seeping into Song Yuehua's seven orifices like smoke, making her close her eyes and ponder, and the light of the morning light gradually reflected on Song Yuehua's face, making her eyebrows and eyes also dyed with a layer of red, so beautiful, like a muse coming out of the jungle.

When the woman's head gradually rose upward, she finally made up her mind to talk to Xiao Mo, the current owner of the Kashenv villa.

'No matter what, I can't lose the butterfly, just try my best!' ’

Mo Haiyou could see that every time they left, Yun Yeyao always showed a retaining gaze intentionally or unintentionally, although he was already very careful to cover up, but he still couldn't escape Mo Haiyou's eyes.

Mr. Forensic is the person who knows Yun Yeyao best, it is not just smart, but a kind of induction brought by blood. Even Mo Haiyou himself had to admit it.

After waiting for more than a minute, Mo Haiyou saw that there was no response in the house, so he took out the key given to him by Yun Yeyao, opened the door directly and walked in.

After entering the bedroom, Mo Haiyou immediately felt that he only had the ability to sigh, last night, I don't know how Yun Yeyao fell asleep, the bed was in a mess, and the biscuit plate fell on the edge of the bed, turning into a pitiful several.

The blankets were all rolled together, wrapped around Yun Yeyao's body like a thick belt, he didn't even take off his coat himself, the sheets around his body were full of cookie crumbs, and his little face was so sleepy that his saliva was flowing under his cheeks.

If we sit in Mo Xiangxi's position and look over, we can clearly see that the cap of the fountain pen is actually decorated with a small goat's head, made of iron sheets, which is lifelike. Below the goat's head, there are two small bronzing characters - Gouwu.

Shen Yayi's feet were blocked by his wide trouser legs, but judging from the exposed toes, these feet were at least 1/3 longer than ordinary men, and even if they were hidden in the trouser legs, they looked very abrupt.

There was also a person sitting at the door of the only room in the living room reading a book, his back against the wall, his elbow and the lock were only an inch or two apart, and the chair he was sitting on didn't know if he or the maid had moved over on purpose, anyway, Mo Xiangxi didn't care about it, and didn't even glance at the fourth guest in the hall.

Xiao Su still didn't touch the top of the screen, but lowered his head and carefully disassembled the rectangular box, Xiao Su's movements looked very skillful, as if he had practiced many times. Soon, the box fell off, leaving only a few colored wires attached to the underside of the drawing board.

Xiao Su unplugged the wires one by one, and buried the box in the ashes of the fireplace until it was out of sight, during which he did not forget to keep any part of his body from touching the top of the box, looking like a bomb.

After doing all this, Xiao Su settled down and began to observe the surface of the drawing board. In front of his eyes, he could see a map-like picture.

The routes marked with various colors and markings on it were densely packed, and it took Xiao Su several minutes to finally find the correct route with his fingers on the screen.

His fingers quickly froze in a place marked by many circles, one by one, and Xiao Su's finger pointed at the middle one.

"Could it be leftovers from the kitchen? Tea fragrance often forgets to pour it out, and the food is easy to spoil on this day. Xiao Mo reminded him.

"It's not the taste of the dish! Okay, okay, you eat something first, the tea in the kitchen has left you food, wait a minute, Dai Lu will come to your room to clean up, I'm going out in the afternoon, I'll come back very late today, guests, you can also help say hello, remember not to offend the woman surnamed Yun! ”

After Mo Xiangxi finished speaking, he picked up the air freshener on the side, sprayed it indiscriminately in the hall, and walked into the hidden door on the side.

Xiao Mo was already uncomfortable, and when he sprayed air freshener again, he felt like he was about to vomit, so he hurriedly walked into the kitchen.

Letting the two of them go their separate ways, we shifted our gaze to the narrow gate of Kashenv's villa, where a man and a woman were staying, Xiao Su and Dai Lu.

Mo Xiangxi had no choice but to use all his strength to suppress it into his body until it was full of holes.

Like a broken puppet, he was thinking in the room, hysterically doing movements that he could not understand, with extreme fear, like a mad mime.

The person who stole the map, Mo Xiangxi couldn't think of who it was anyway? And we know that it is Xiao Su who has just returned from the outdoors, and now, Xiao Su has returned to his room upstairs, whether he has gone to the place where Mo Xiangxi is afraid is unknown for the time being.

Less than ten minutes after Xiao Su left, the hall was empty, except for the untouched food on the table and the residual fragrance left by the air freshener.

The sound of a vacuum cleaner came from the second floor, probably Dai Lu began to clean the rooms of the two masters. The tea fragrance who went out to buy ingredients in the morning had already returned, and after lunch, Mo Xiangxi asked her to go back to her room to sleep.