The doorman repeated the question over and over again, and the tone and attitude were clearly that he felt that there was something wrong with the ginger wine.

"Ma'am, do you want to check the address again, maybe it's a mistake?"

The doorman raised a "kind" smile, but his eyes showed a clear impatience: "Can you confirm the address with the other party first?" ”

"I'm sure, definitely, definitely." Ginger said word by word, "He's right here." ”

"His name is Lan Jiaxuan."

"Madam, you insist that we can't help it, but according to the rules, I can't let you in."

Jiang Jiu's gaze swept over the registration form on the table in the room, and his face was expressionless: "Are you sure you don't want to be sure before you come and talk to me like this?" ”

The doorman's chin was raised, and he looked like he didn't want to talk to Jiang Jiu anymore.

Ginger wine is pressed against the top cheek with the tip of the tongue.

She really didn't want to use violence.

Raising his hand, he slashed down, and successfully made the doorman kneel on the ground holding his stomach, and ginger wine dodged and crossed the other party to get the registration form.

Seeing this, the expression on the doorman's face was wonderful, and he finally fixed it as resentment.

"How dare you break our rules! You're going to die! ”

He cursed her!

Ginger wine directly ignored it, opened the register and found it.

Each page is clearly marked with the resident's visit record and the specific house number.

Ginger wine glanced at ten lines, turned a few pages one after another, and suddenly paused.

She didn't find Lan Jiaxuan, but she saw another familiar name.

Ding Nuan.

Blue Mama's name.

Ginger quietly wrote down the house number and put the register back in its place.

The doorman held his waist and stood up proudly: "I didn't find it, I said that you still don't believe it, but it's too late to apologize to me now, you will die soon!" ”

Jiang Jiu smiled slightly: "Yes." ”

A moment later, the doorman lay on the ground and rolled in pain, looking at the figure of ginger wine walking away, gritting his teeth with hatred.

, where did this neurosis come from?

According to the address, Jiang Jiu successfully found Lan Jiaxuan's studio.

The door to the studio is made of transparent glass, which allows a clear view of the interior scene.

A place where the doll materials are stored, a display case, and a crafting bar.

Glance.

I just didn't see anyone alive.

Jiang Jiu thought for a while, thinking of the name on the register and all the objects and decorations of the Lan family, and a guess gradually took shape in his heart.

"It still needs to be verified." She muttered.

Is there such a person as Lan Jiaxuan in the world?

……

……

One night did not alleviate Xin Rao's allergy symptoms, on the contrary, she had a dense red rash on her face, and she could only wear a mask to cover it temporarily.

"Mom, I'm going to school."

Xin Rao had a red rash on her head and a pair of dark circles under her eyes, and she couldn't imagine how miserable she was now.

"Well, go home early, I'll cook your favorite dish tonight."

The corners of Xin Rao's mouth twitched, it was really her favorite dish, didn't she want to kill her?

The face is still well-behaved: "Okay mother." ”

Just as she was about to unscrew the handle, Mother Blue stopped her.

"Wait."

"Is there anything else, Mom?"

"What about the puppet on your school bag, why is it missing?"

Mama Blue's eyes were fixed on the empty purse of her school bag.

Xin Rao couldn't judge the other party's thoughts, so she could only consider making an excuse: "It's a little dirty, I want to wash it and bring it again." ”

Mother Lan still had a straight face: "No need to wash, Mom thinks it's nothing, you go and get it and hang it up again." ”

An almost imperative tone that cannot be refused.

Xin Rao tightened the strap of her school bag.

She can imagine the scene of the other party turning his face after she refused.

Never mind.

Monitor and monitor.

It's better than angering NPCs now.

Nodding obediently: "Okay mother." ”