Tea brewing is an art, and the quality of the tea leaves, the temperature of the boiling water, and the craftsmanship of the tea seller are all related to the taste of the tea soup. After drinking this sip, the temperature of the tea soup is acceptable, and the skill of the tea seller naturally has nothing to say, so the unpleasant taste can only be attributed to the poor tea. However, Runjun still drank very happily, coming and going so many times, he had long been accustomed to this taste, and he could quench his thirst, he never paid attention to it so much.

Compared with the crepe tea drinking, the entourage soldiers naturally prefer to drink freely, Runjun also asked the tea seller, anyway, it is to make money, it will take some time to make a pot of tea, it is better to sell wine. In this way, wouldn't both sides be happy? The tea seller responded in this way: Although my tea leaves are poor, at least I planted them with my own hands. If you ask me to sell fake wine, or to buy low and sell high from others, it is against my will.

This is very hypocritical, probably a bit of a slut to set up an archway, but Runjun understands him and knows that this is his true thoughts, maybe in his heart, his tea is really worth this price. The tea seller didn't have a name, but when he leaned over to drink tea, Runjun used his spare eyes to see the meaning in the eyes of the tea seller.

He asked Runjun to come to him, and as for why it was the fifth watch, because the tea seller blinked five times.

There are many tents in the inn, and each person can share one, but the quilt is the one that the previous people have slept on, and no one washes it and it is very greasy. Runjun was disgusted in his heart, pretending to be asleep, and finally stayed up until the fifth watch, and when he heard the sound of breathing in his ears, he ran out of the tent and ran to the interview site. It was a huge locust tree, and it took five or six people to hug it, so it was perfect for a secret conversation.

In the middle of the night, Runjun felt strange, the tea seller has always been punctual, and now half an hour has passed, and he has not seen his shadow, could it be an accident? Finally, Runjun waited for an hour, and the tea seller still did not show up, afraid that things had changed, and he was about to leave, when suddenly a figure passed by in the dark, this person was extremely fast, as if he had escaped, and there was also a bit of a trap. Runjun found the tea seller who fell to the ground and didn't wake up, and after making sure that he was out of breath, he didn't hesitate and chased after him in the direction of the black shadow's escape.

Even if it is a hoax, this dark shadow is inseparable from the death of the tea seller. Runjun knew that someone was guiding him forward, and he didn't choose to resist. The dark shadow returned to the post station and entered a simple low room, and Runjun knocked on the closed door after he had entered the house for three breaths.

"Please come in. The voice of a young man came from inside the room.

It turned out that the door was unlocked, and it opened with a slight push. Runjun looked into the room and saw that four people were looking at him. This should be a family of all ages, the old mother is sitting on the Taishi chair, the daughter-in-law is rubbing her feet, the water in the basin is still hot, steaming outside. The young man had a smile on his face, and he looked very kind, thinking that he was the one who echoed at the right time. As for the last person, this person had a fierce face, a middle-aged man, of medium height, sitting very far back, sitting upright, and he was unmoved when he saw someone entering the house.

"Something?" The young man walked over and looked at Runjun for a while, probably seeing that he had an extraordinary bearing and a polite tone.

"It turns out that there are ordinary people living in the suburban post station. Runjun generously found a bench to sit down, the bench was so low that the sitting posture was a little funny.

"We are indigenous. The old mother muttered, "We lived here long before the inn was established." ”

"It is not too easy for ordinary people to get an inch of living space in the post station. Runjun looked at the family of four, and his tone gradually became heavy, "I looked around your building, there were no livestock, no crops and vegetables, and then I looked at your inner room, there were no firewood knives and no handicrafts. So, what do you four eat?"

"As long as you are diligent in this world, you will never starve to death. The daughter-in-law paused, turned back to Runjun and said. Overall, it is a dazzling face, and it is hard to imagine that in such a family, there are such beautiful women.

Runjun nodded, "Reasonable, but unfortunately I still smell it." ”

"What do you smell?" This time, it was the turn of the vicious middle-aged man in the corner to ask.

"The smell of blood. Runjun deliberately straightened his nose and sniffed, "As long as you kill someone, no matter how fast your hands and feet are, you won't be able to completely clean up that fishy smell in a short period of time." ”

The daughter-in-law rubbed her hands for the old mother's feet, she looked back for a moment, bright as a peach, she raised her hands high, and said with a smile, "Look at my hands, are they clean, are there any blood stains?"

Runjun looked at her hand very seriously, because she rubbed too hard in the water, her palm was a little red, it did look like bloodshot, washing her feet, or was it to hide something? However, Runjun knew very well that he knew that the murderer was someone else. So, he said to his little daughter-in-law, "It's not you. ”

The daughter-in-law's face darkened, she stopped speaking, turned around and continued to rub her old mother's feet.

Runjun's eyes looked at the corner, and the man with a fierce face felt the gaze, and stood up angrily, "What do you mean?!"

This is a bit of a thief's weak heart, and it is said that people's temperament will be reflected by their faces, so this person is probably the kind of ruthless person. Judging from his appearance, this person is very suspicious and has the physical ability to kill, but Runjun still shook his head and sighed, "Don't pretend, I know it's not you." ”

In this way, the two were excluded by Runjun, so the real killer was either a young man or his trembling and powerless old mother. These two people look very ordinary, the young man has a sharp spirit that does not know the height of the sky, and the old mother has the stability that sees through the world and just wants to live in the old age. They are all too similar to what they should be at that age, at least, it is difficult to distinguish one or two in Runjun's eyes.

"You don't doubt the old body, do you?" the old mother's eyes widened, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were as deep as if they had been carved with a knife, she was already very old, and her whole body was like a withered vine. In her current state, it was hard to imagine how to kill someone.

Runjun didn't say anything, but looked at the young man, wanting to hear what he had to say. Unexpectedly, the young man replied simply, spread his hands and made a helpless gesture and said, "In this way, I am the most suspicious?" However, I am dressed in white, and if I kill someone, I will definitely be stained with blood, but do you see that I am clean and dusty, is it contradictory?"

It makes sense that it is almost impossible to change the clothes of the whole body in three breaths.

"You must be mistaken. The young man looked at Runjun and said very firmly.

"No, the murderer is indeed one of you. Runjun said with a smile, "It's just that he's too good at disguise, and has successfully used everyone else, even...... Fooled my eyes. ”