It was four o'clock in the morning, and Rosie looked at the woman sitting in the hall with tears in her lace pajamas and a hazy face.

If you're a guest, it's four o'clock in the morning, which seems a little too early.

"It turned out to be Aunt Jin," Qian'er rubbed her eyes and glanced up at the time, "Aunt Jin, it's four o'clock in the morning, why did you come here so early, do you have something important to tell me?"

"I ...... I can't sleep, so I wanted to come and talk to you......"

Qian'er sat on the chair, a cup of fragrant black tea was already placed in front of her, and a sip of warm water poured into her heart, and the hazy pajamas gradually woke up with the aroma of black tea, "Talk to me?"

"Talk about my son's passing. ”

"Brother Jin Ting has passed away," Qian'er sighed, "It turns out that Aunt Jin came so early because Xingshi asked for the guilt, it seems that that dagger did cause a lot of trouble, but I still say that this matter has nothing to do with me." ”

Jin Ling'er prepared a lot of words, but now that she saw Luo Qian'er, she didn't know how to speak, as if saying nothing was enough to express what she wanted to say in her heart, so she hesitated and hesitated, and stopped talking several times.

Looking at Qian'er's cold eyes, Jin Ling'er finally gritted her teeth, "I'm just here to ask you about that dagger." ”

"Dagger, I'm sorry, I think I made it very clear when Officer Fang came, Aunt Jin is really unnecessary if she just asks these things I have already said, I can't compare to you I'm still a child, sleep is really important to me......"

After that, without waiting for Jin Ling'er to reply, Qian'er handed the teacup in her hand to Wu's mother beside her, took the cloak handed by Wu's mother, put it on, walked off the sofa, and walked slowly towards the house.

Mother Wu stood alone in place, but she didn't know how to end it, looking at Qian'er and then at Jin Ling'er who was sitting on the sofa.

"Mother Wu, I'll go to rest and rest, you let the kitchen make a breakfast for Aunt Jin, come here so early in the morning, although it is an uninvited guest, there must be some rules when you come, lest people say that our Luo family doesn't understand the rules." ”

"Yes...... Miss ......"

Rosie turned and took two steps, and her legs stopped again when she heard a shout behind her.

Turning around, he looked at Jin Ling'er with puzzled eyes, "Aunt Jin, if you have anything to ask me, hurry up and ask me, I'm really sleepy......"

"I just wanted to ask, is that dagger really ...... Luo Zikai's?"

Sure enough, it was exactly as I expected.

Qian'er said one more word, but walked to the cabinet and opened it, pulled out a thick roster from it and walked it to Jin Ling'er, opened it and spread it on the table, her small fingers moved on the scroll, and stopped at 088.

Holder: Luo Zikai.

"This is our registration list for the user of the Luo family's dagger, there is no way to do this, this is a list from a few years ago, I don't need to lie to you, if you don't believe it, I have no way to explain more." ”

"No, no," Jin Ling'er hurriedly waved her hand, "It's not that I don't believe it, I'm just a little curious...... I remember that Luo Zikai is not already ...... Since it has been ...... How could it still ...... Could it be that someone is pretending to be him......"

For fear of touching the landmine, Jin Ling'er was careful in every sentence and even every word, watching Rosie quietly close the scroll and put it back in the cabinet.

I still didn't say a word.