The green-clothed girl walked quickly to the door of the Snow Pavilion, turned around and raised her sleeves, her posture was graceful and elegant, she bent over slightly, her snow-white palm with five fingers together stretched out, and pointed to the hotel door after drawing a soft arc in the air. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Welcome to the Snow Pavilion, I hope you can enjoy a quiet and comfortable time here."

At that small station in the cold mountains, Qin Xin already knew that the name of the girl in green clothes was Yiqin, and she was the proprietress of the Xuejian Pavilion Hotel.

After her grandmother's death, she hurried back from the Four Leaves Home Economics University in Yundu, and after the funeral, she inherited the thousand-year-old mountain hot spring inn.

Behind the door, there are four small wooden two-storey buildings, surrounded by evergreen shrubs, and a small rainbow bridge spanning the pool in the atrium, full of the quiet and quaint flavor of the traditional architecture of Qunsen.

Qin Xin held Zuo Ling's hand and walked up to the wooden bridge in the atrium under Yi Qin's guidance. Zuo Ling's small half of her face under the tip of her nose was hidden in a scarf, and she looked around and slowed down.

Sensing the change in the pace of the people around him, Qin Xin also adjusted his speed quietly, keeping a certain distance from Yi Qin in front of him.

Zuo Ling said in a low voice: "Among the four buildings, except for the one in the upper right corner, the other three are all newly built, and the paint on the surface of the building and the style of the eaves are slightly different. ”

Although they could communicate their consciousness through the cyan region where the butterfly was located in their minds, it was obviously not cost-effective to spend the "energy" that maintained the operation of the ritual on such a trivial matter when Qin Xin's competition was approaching.

After her reminder, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, Qin Xin also found that the small building in the upper right corner looked much older.

As the distance shortened, Zuo Ling's observation of the building of the Snow Pavilion Hotel became more detailed.

There was no trace of a cover-up, and apparently, the innkeepers did not consider the matter a secret.

"Miss Yiqin," Zuo Ling called out to the proprietress who was leading the way in front, "Is there anything special about that small building in the upper right corner?" ”

Yi Qin didn't turn back, just nodded slightly, and gently stroked the drooping green silk next to her cheeks, naturally letting the two people behind her see the gentle smile that overflowed from her side face and the corners of her eyes.

"That Jade Dust Pavilion is the oldest surviving guest room in the Snow Pavilion, and the other three rooms were all rebuilt on the ruins in the fiftieth year of the Butterfly Calendar, and the rooms reserved for the two are on the second floor of the Jade Dust Pavilion."

Zuo Ling continued to ask, "Did something happen at that time?" Nagaki is not in the seismic zone, and there can be no typhoon ......"

Yiqin's back paused, and said, "I wasn't born at the time, but according to my deceased grandmother, those three rooms seemed to have been blown up by a very grumpy guest. When she moved again, her pace had regained coordination with Qin Xin Zuo Ling, who had slowed down.

Qin Xin smiled, has there been any terrorists here?

took the two to the reserved guest room, and after a little introduction, Yi Qin put his hands together and put them on his waist, and left slowly after Ying Ying.

Qin Xin closed the old-style sliding door, and Zuo Ling bent down to carefully inspect the layout in the room.

Her gaze rested on the floor on the side of the double bed, where there was an area about two meters long and half a meter wide that was slightly different from the surroundings and slightly lighter in color.

Zuo Ling straightened up, pulled down his scarf and threw it on the floor hanger: "I know where this is." ”

"Oh?" Qin Xin put down his sword bag and waited for the detective's speech.

"Do you remember push-ups?"