The woman also heard from Master Lin that he had defiled Miss Mo Er and killed people in the past.

These are no different from what Liang Yuanque heard from Mrs. Lin, and it is basically certain that in this part, the old lady is not lying.

The only riddle is why Mrs. Lin killed Miss Mo and that child.

The woman also asked Master Lin what the eldest lady had seen nearby.

The confused Master Lin didn't speak in much order, and he didn't say why, he still said that she was running around, and she saw it.

probably couldn't run away, but he saw the old lady kill Miss Mo.

The woman then told some secrets she knew, but they were all inconsequential things, either some short frictions in the family, or the story of Master Lin's messing with flowers and grass.

These have nothing to do with the cases that Liang Yuanque wants to investigate, so let her make a long story short and briefly judge whether it is useful or not.

After everything that should be said, Liang Yuanque got up and called Zhuang Youjie to leave, and the woman called him, but she didn't say anything, just looked at him with a strange look.

Liang Yuanque thought for a while, grabbed all the change he had just found in the pharmacy, and gave it to the woman.

The other party immediately smiled, waved goodbye to them with a bright face, and sent them out of the door and said,

"Hey, if you have any plans to take revenge on the Lin family, you can call me, in case I have anything to help!"

Liang Yuanque agreed casually, and then pulled Zhuang Youjie and hurried to the hotel.

The innkeeper had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw them come back, he hurriedly stepped forward to take the medicine bag.

"Why did you go for so long? Are herbs hard to buy? ”

"Well, something delayed a bit," Liang Yuanque thought about explaining, "but it has nothing to do with your daughter's injury, don't worry." ”

"Hey," the boss nodded repeatedly, "The steel pot you want is also ready, how can this medicine be boiled?" ”

"You can't do this, take me to the back kitchen." Liang Yuanque said to him.

There aren't many guests at the hotel lately, and the kitchen helper gets off work at night, so the kitchen is empty.

Liang Yuanque set up the pot, put the medicinal herbs into it, and added a small amount of water to boil.

"It's not going to be a sticky pot, is it?" The boss looked at the pot and was a little worried.

"No," Liang Yuanque patted him on the shoulder, "I have a number, don't worry." ”

The medicinal juice was boiling in the pot, and while there was a break, the boss called Liang Yuanque and Zhuang Youjie to have dinner.

The dinner was made by the boss himself, not to mention the craftsmanship, it was even more delicious than the previous cooking.

And now Liang Yuanque is the only hope for their father and daughter, so it can be clearly seen that the meal is much more hearty than before.

After dinner, Zhuang Youjie shouted that he was tired, so Liang Yuanque asked him to go back to the room to rest first, and went to the back kitchen to stare at the medicine pot.

Boiling medicine is a long and boring job, in a sense, it can exercise a person's will very well.

If a person can do a good job of boiling medicine calmly, then his patience is enough to be competent for a large part of the work.

What Liang Yuanque needs to boil now is not a medicinal soup, but an ointment to be used on the wound, so it is more difficult to add water and fire to grasp it.

At first, no one looked at the medicinal juice, and when the brown medicinal juice was all oozing out, Liang Yuanque poured out most of the water, lowered the heat and boiled slowly.

The process of condensing the medicinal juice into the paste is very long, and it is necessary to pay attention to the heat and moisture in the early stage, and constantly take out the medicinal residue in the later stage and stir it continuously until it condenses.

Therefore, Zhuang Youjie fell asleep in a daze and woke up again, Liang Yuanque has not come back, and there is no sign of coming back in the middle.

It was late at night, and it would be bright for two more hours.

When Liang Yuanque went to boil the medicine, he told the boss not to disturb him easily, but Zhuang Youjie thought that he wouldn't let the boss go, and he didn't say that he wouldn't let him go, so he yawned and walked towards the back kitchen.

When he went, Liang Yuanque's ointment had just been boiled and poured into the jar prepared in advance to cool.

These brown gelatinous substances, after a period of cooling, turn into a more viscous paste.

And before it solidifies, the Liangyuan finch needs to put the last and most important herb on it.

He found a kitchen knife and compared it on his wrist, feeling that the knife was too big, and if he made such a cut, it was estimated that it would not heal without stitching.

After thinking about it, he still took out a Western-style folding knife from his backpack and put the blade on his wrist.

This is after the experience of being stabbed by the spared man, he decided that he must always have some self-defense weapons on his body, and he can't just trust his foot strength to run fast.

So he went to find such a handful of gadgets, the advantage is that it is easy to carry.

But until now, he had never tried it, and he didn't know if such a small thing was fast.

Just as he was thinking about it, he cut it with a knife, and the wound was much deeper than he imagined, and the blood splashed on his face at once.

Okay, now confirmed, this gadget is very sharp.

"Oops, it's broken, it's broken!" Liang Yuanque hurriedly threw the knife and grabbed his wrist, the sticky blood was still gushing out, in order not to waste it, he quickly caught it with a jar.

The human body temperature is about 98 degrees Fahrenheit, and the blood is about the same temperature, but the body temperature of Liang Yuanque is lower than that of ordinary people, and the blood gushing out can hardly feel the temperature.

Zhuang Youjie yawned and pushed the door in, and saw Liang Yuanque holding his bloody wrist with one hand.

The area of blood splashing was not small, Liang Yuanque's face and the front of his clothes were stained with blood, and his arms were all covered with blood.

Zhuang Youjie was stunned for a moment, rubbed his eyes, and suspected that he was actually dreaming, and he didn't get up from bed at all.

After rubbing his eyes, the scene in front of him still hadn't changed, he simply slapped himself ruthlessly, and heard Liang Yuanque say to himself,

"Did you come to me on purpose to perform and smoke yourself?"

Hearing his voice, Zhuang Youjie was completely sober, and rushed over with an exclamation to help Liang Yuanque cover his wounds.

"Who, who hurt you?"

Liang Yuanque rolled his eyes, "Do you think someone else has been here?" ”

Zhuang Youjie looked around and saw the knife thrown on the table aside, with fresh blood beads on the blade.

"No, yourself...... You are crazy? ”

"I just didn't expect this knife to be so deep," Liang Yuanque felt that the blood in the jar was almost gone, so he ordered Zhuang Youjie,

"Hey, help me get the bandage out of my bag."

"Oh, good." Zhuang Youjie hurriedly went to help him find a roll of bandages, which was thickly wrapped to ensure that the blood would not drip out.

But from the bandage, you can see that the blood inside is also oozing out at a speed that can be seen with the naked eye.

Liang Yuanque didn't care about his wrist, and found a spoon to stir the ointment until the blood and the black ointment completely fused together.

The smell of this ointment is very strong, and if you don't smell it carefully, you won't be able to smell blood.

Of course, Liang Yuanque's nose is another story.

Zhuang Youjie saw his movements and finally understood,

"You, do you say, you boiled this medicine with your own blood?"