Chapter 607

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He looked comfortable sitting in a position that looked like he was going to "start from the beginning". But he didn't cut directly to the topic, pointed to the clay puppet next to him, and said: "The girl clay puppet next to the clay puppet in the wind is the heroine of our story." ”

"Wow, that's beautiful!"

Everyone exclaimed, yes, the image of that girl is really beautiful. It can be seen from the happy expressions of the two clay puppets that Feng Lingtian and this girl are obviously a couple made in heaven.

"The city of Dongfeng Village has always been very peaceful, for a long time, there has been no fighting between people, even if there are contradictions, there is always one side will take the initiative to give in. From the bottom of our hearts, we all want to maintain this peaceful life.

Every two years, the city selects a recognized beauty, and as an ambassador, it is not difficult for you to imagine how beautiful she will be. Naturally, this girl will also become the dream girl of all the boys in the city, but any adult man who is old enough can propose to this girl.

"This year's Miss Dongfeng Village is a girl named Dark Lychee. To be honest, it is natural for this child to become Miss Dongfeng Village, I have watched her grow up since I was a child, and no one is more suitable as a suitable image ambassador than her. After being elected, she married Xu Biao, a wealthy man who was fifteen years older than her.

"Yesterday afternoon, Dark Lychee left the house and returned to her mother's residence, their life as a couple was not happy, and the woman was also troubled by her husband's marriage to her daughter, you know, divorce is not allowed in Dongfeng Village City.

Just last night, her husband died in his own home. Because there is a monthly passer, the security system at home is quite complete, Xu Biao's bodyguards have twelve, each of them is strong and brave, and the house where Xu Biao lives is fortified layer by layer, and ordinary people can't get in if they don't get invited.

This morning, Xu Biao's partner Zhang Heng found him strangled to death. I don't know what that kid thinks, but he suspects that you did it. ”

Several people looked at each other: I see. If you bypass the twelve so-called bodyguards and sneak into Xu Biao's room without being discovered, it is indeed not something that ordinary people can do.

But one thing is certain, that is, Xu Biao was not killed by them, and everyone knows this very well. Lu Xiaofeng looked at Guan Hai, who shook his head, saying that he had no clue.

Zi Die seemed to be more concerned about other issues: "Lu Xiaofeng can see from the expressions of the two clay puppets that it seems that your nephew and Dark Lychee have long been in love." I mean, I think Dark Lychee was supposed to be your daughter-in-law......"

"Kid," said the uncle suddenly in frustration, "a lot of things don't go according to the pattern you planned. I also know that Feng Ling Tianxia loves that girl deeply, but Dark Lychee is someone else's bride. ”

Purple Butterfly nodded, as if she understood the origin of the indifference that prevailed over the world.

After being silent for a while, Lu Xiaofeng came to the front of the clay puppeteer: "Old man, first of all, I want to thank you for taking us in, but, judging from the current situation, it is more appropriate for us to leave." ”

Uncle obviously didn't expect the young man in front of him to say this, he looked at Lu Xiaofeng strangely, and then shrugged: "I don't understand what you mean, judging from your ability to act, you are very strong, and it can be seen that each of you is a well-trained author, and even has abilities that ordinary people can't imagine."

If you were to deal with those hostile Dongfeng villagers, it would have been quite easy, but you had not harmed anyone from beginning to end. Are you willing, I can't think of any other word to describe your thoughts, to accept this trouble?"

Purple Butterfly came to Uncle Ergen: "Grandpa, we don't want to leave you, but you must know that now the whole city suspects that we are murderers, and they will find trouble with us, if that happens, you may also be implicated."

You are such a nice and kind person, how could we bear to let you be hurt like this? We can only keep you and your nephew safe if we leave your home. I think that's what Lu Xiaofeng just said. ”

Uncle Ergen laughed, he took Purple Butterfly's hand, and nodded seriously: "My lovely child, if I doubt you like those people, do you think I, the old man, will still take you in? I have lived to be almost seventy years old, and I can say that I have seen many people."

Ever since I was 12 years old when I started helping my second uncle make clay figurines, I learned things that ordinary people don't grasp, judging whether a person is good or bad through human facial organs and expressions.

"Children, I can't be wrong about people, I firmly believe in this: that is, you are not bad people, in your body, there is a magical literary power, this literary power is so pure, so holy, people will not have the slightest evil thoughts when they are in it, children, tell me, people with such a literary power, can they be bad people?"

Purple Butterfly was so moved that tears rolled in her eyes, and she really didn't know what to say. The uncle smiled and said, "Okay, don't think about these issues anymore, since I can take you in, I will definitely be able to ensure your safety." ”

As he spoke, he saw that several boys in the team seemed to be very uncomfortable, stood up, and walked up to Lu Xiaofeng and his friends:

"As for my nephew, I hope you don't take it to heart, this child is spoiled by me, stubborn, and a little unsociable. There is no way, my wife brought him to me when I was over thirty years old, and I love him very much. ”

Li Mengji hurriedly explained that this was not the case, and they did not feel uncomfortable because of this. The uncle smiled and went back to the room. Seeing that Lu Xiaofeng didn't speak, Purple Butterfly carefully stabbed him.

Lu Xiaofeng understood what Zidie meant, and whispered: "I think this uncle seems to have something to hide from us, he seems to be telling us a few times, but he may feel that it is not appropriate to tell us, and in the end he still didn't say it." But anyway, he was so warm and friendly to us, we can't get into his privacy, right?"

Zidie nodded and whispered: "I think that this uncle will definitely have an unnecessary black cauldron on our back because of our arrival, and that guy named Zhang Heng will definitely provoke those who don't know the truth to harass this uncle."

So why don't we put aside the task at hand first, and go to investigate the real cause of Xu Biao's death tonight, maybe we can find out the murderer, return us to a clean house, and not cause trouble to Uncle Ergen. ”

Everyone agreed with Purple Butterfly's idea, and after discussing the time, they went back to their respective rooms.

The sunset gradually turned from gorgeous to dull, and a faint touch of the slanting sun also disappeared behind the verdant mountains. As a result, the spring breeze blowing on this silent mountain road began to chill a little.

The moon also came out, and gradually rose from the bottom of the mountain depression in the east to the treetops beside the mountain road, and a gust of wind blew, and the shadows of the trees swayed, and the moonlight was cut by the wind, and sprinkled on the face of the wind, and he was sitting on the roof outside his room.

His house is a small two-story building, and since he was a child, he likes to climb out of the window of his room before going to bed and look at the moon and count the stars on the roof.

He is a person who likes to be alone, so his personality is inevitably a little withdrawn, perhaps because of his nature, his greatest ideal is to inherit the second uncle's mastery of making clay puppets.

In fact, in his opinion, the more people he knows, the more he feels that the clay puppet is a real friend.

Perhaps he should be happy, because Xu Biao's death vented a lot of resentment in his heart. But he wasn't excited about it.

The wind ruffled the long hair on his forehead, and the swaying of wisps of moonlight made him addicted. The night was so quiet, so quiet that there was not even a sound. People who have been tired from a long day have been lying peacefully on their warm beds.

It's easy to fall asleep on such a quiet night. However, there are still many people who have not slept like the wind in the world. Feng Lingtian sat on the roof of the house and saw the door of his house open, and six figures flashed out of it.

Needless to say, Feng Ling Tianxia knew that these people were the "network authors" who just lived in his house today.

They're not bad people, and they think to themselves, what are they coming to this city for? Surely they're not here for sightseeing. Forget it, who cares about this? Feng Lingtian lay on the rooftop and closed his eyes.

A few people who came out of the house quietly ran on the deserted street.

These righteous authors thought to themselves: "Although the reputation of the dark lychee husband is not flattering, he is a damn person, but after all, this is a person's life, and since this matter is suspected of himself, he is somewhat uncomfortable. We have to prove our innocence and give an explanation to the kind-hearted Uncle Ergen.