Bang.

The door closed, and Ying'er walked in suspiciously, her big red eyes scanning the room left and right.

"What are you doing again?"

"What's the matter? I just hadn't put on my pants just now, but I didn't expect you to stand at the door, so I quickly blocked the door. Garon rubbed his numb scalp with his hands in his hair.

"No! what's under your bed!" Ying'er's eyes were sharp, and she immediately noticed suspicious marks. Take a few steps forward and stand in front of Garon. "Get out of the way, I'm going to see what disgusting stuff you're up to!"

"What are you doing, don't make a fuss at such a late hour!" Garon said with a deliberate frown.

"Get out of the way!" Ying'er belongs to the type of person who doesn't care about anything when her temper comes up, and when she saw that Garon didn't move, she suddenly became even more suspicious.

"Stop making trouble!"

"I said get out of the way!" Ying'er's voice lowered, and her face turned cold. "It seems that the lesson I gave you last time was not enough"

Garon's face changed slightly, the last time was the previous Garon, it was because he collected some H reading materials and wanted to hide them, but when he was discovered, he was beaten and cried by Ying'er. That kind of humiliation is enough if it is not his own experience.

But in any case, the clothes under the bed must not be discovered!

Seeing that he was silent and did not speak, Ying'er's face became even more ugly.

"Looks like I'm really going to teach you a profound lesson this time!" she clenched her little fists into each other, making a crunching sound.

"It's not that kind of thing, trust me!" Garon looked up at Ying'er's eyes, he had just killed a person because Liliang was too big, and now he didn't want to fight with his sister anymore, he was afraid that he would accidentally use too much force

Ying'er stared into his eyes, and found that there was no taste of embarrassment and annoyance in them, but a faint sincerity.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Ying'er breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Garon replied quickly. "Aside from this, I will promise you whatever you want!"

"Okay, let me ask you a few questions. If you can answer me truthfully, I don't care about you. Ying'er paused.

"No problem!"

"Do you like Daddy?" "Of course you do." It's easy. ”

"Do you like Mom?" "Definitely." ”

"Do you like your uncle?" "Yes." ”

"Do you like Effie?" "Who is Effie?"

Garon took a deep breath, "It's good that I reacted quickly"

The palpitations that had just been suppressed trembled again, and looking at my sister whose face had finally turned clear, I actually felt a sense of happiness that I would not die. He didn't expect his sister to even know that the most beautiful of the female classmates around him was Effie.

"Okay, I'll spare you this time. If you get some of that disgusting stuff in the future, then don't blame me," a satisfied smile spread across Ying'er's face. "Okay, I'll go out first, you go to bed early. ”

"I know, I know, okay, you go to sleep too," Garon breathed a sigh of relief. "See you tomorrow. ”

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow!! "Ying'er shouted, pounced and drilled directly under the bed, and actually drilled into the bottom of the bed at a very fast speed.

Garon hurriedly crouched down and followed, reaching for his own mass of clothes.

The bloody clothes were squeezed deep under the bed by Ying'er's movements, and they were almost out of reach.

"What's inside the clothes!?" said Ying'er, squeezing hard inside, trying to reach for the lump of clothes.

"Nothing!!"

"You're going to die if I've caught you!!" Ying'er was hugged by Garon in both legs, and the whole person kept crawling forward, trying to break free from the restraints behind her.

Garon held her down from behind, but he didn't dare to push too hard, so he could only hold her very lightly. Unexpectedly, her strength was too small all of a sudden, and Ying'er broke free and rushed forward.

Boom!

"It hurts"

Ying'er's forehead hit the wooden board under the bed, and her body suddenly shrank back.

Garon in the back only felt that his head was bored, and the whole person actually got directly under his sister's skirt.

The round buttocks wrapped in black pantyhose are close at hand, and the faint white underneath can be clearly seen through the black. The tip of his nose was almost touching his sister's buttocks.

A girl's body fragrance mixed with a faint smell of sweat drilled into his nose, and he unconsciously took a deep breath.

Both froze for a moment.

Ying'er didn't dare to move in front of her, and her cheeks, neck, and even her whole body quickly spread a pink color.

She could clearly feel that her ass was facing Garon's face, and everything under her skirt was probably gone.

Garon, on the other hand, was in a mess in his mind for a while, and the most seductive part of the girl was in front of him, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

Knock knock.

There was a knock at the door.

"Have you two made enough fuss in the room?

Both of them were heartbroken, nervous.

This posture is to be seen by the father

"Got it, right away!" Garon replied aloud as he came back to his senses.

When the footsteps of my father left, the sound faded and disappeared.

Garon immediately got out from under the bed.

Immediately after Ying'er, she also got out from under the bed, her hands clutched on her hips, and she blushed and looked down at Garon.

"I went to sleep. She said like a gnat, and quickly opened the door and left.

Garon took a deep breath and sat down on his bed, feeling strangely calm for a while.

After an ambiguous fight with his sister, he weirdly suppressed the anxiety and panic of killing.

There was still a faint remnant of Ying'er's body fragrance in the room. Garon sat on the bed until the door of Ying'er's bedroom was closed and the lights were turned off, then he went out to find a clothes pole, hooked the bloody clothes out from under the bed, and then quietly took the clothes to the bathroom to wash them by hand.

A week later.

"Old man, what's the latest situation?

Garon sat bored at the table fiddling with a golden button, said to be the one on the dress of the famous Agate Empress three hundred years ago.

"What's new? Last time the thieves wiped out all my money!" the old man stood in front of the bookshelf and rummaged through, "By the way, I have a book here for you to admire, and I think it should be your reward for running over to comfort me, a dead old man, in times of crisis." ”

"What book?"

"You'll know when you look at it. ”

The old man flipped left and right, then found another chair and stepped on it, and pulled out a large black hard-shell tome from the top column of the shelf.

"Here, here you go. The old man laboriously got out of his chair and handed the book to Garon.

Taking the heavy black brick, Garon wiped a thick layer of ash from the cover, revealing a few unrecognizable black words underneath.

Turn the first page.

Suddenly, Garon's pupils shrank slightly.

A large stream of cool air rushed into his palm, down his arm and into his head.

"Potential! is potential!

He didn't react at all, because the book hadn't moved when he first got it in his hand, but when he turned the page, he actually began to absorb the potential again.

With an unnatural rapid beating of his heart, Garon skimmed over the rapidly growing potential numbers below his field of view and looked directly at the pages of the book.

The pale yellow page is full of dense unrecognizable words, and Garene's pages are turned backwards, and the words are occasionally interspersed with black-and-white sketches.

Most of the drawings are strange irregular geometric lines, which resemble both the design of some kind of machinery and the map of complex terrain. The drawings are densely marked with tiny symbols and words.

Garon couldn't read anything at all, but that didn't stop him from holding the book and absorbing the potential. Flipping through the pages, time passed slowly.

Half an hour later

Garon slowly closed the book and let out a long breath.

"Done?" the old man narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the cover of the book, a faint hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

"It's done. This thing is definitely an old antique!!" Garon said in a very affirmative tone.

"Did you just know?" the old man seemed to be much more relaxed, and there was a faint smell of letting go of a certain burden. "Okay, I'm going to close the door early today, you hurry up and leave first, I still have something to do. ”

Garon looked at the sky outside, the sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and only the clouds in the sky still had a faint trace of red.

"Okay, then I'll go back first. See you tomorrow. ”

"Well, get out of here, boy!" the old man scolded.

"By the way, how's Detective Tari's mercury going?" asked Garon looking back.

"Yesterday there was an explosion in the town of Kiora on the edge of the city, and the mercury detective was injured and is now in the hospital. Old man Geguo shook his head and sighed, "Even the famous mercury detective has been frustrated, and it seems that my things can't be recovered." ”

"That's not necessarily, I checked the deeds of the mercury detective, and that guy is not an ordinary person. The mystery of the theft of millions of oil paintings in New Zealand, the murder of the Nine Rings of Siridha, the cracking of the torch legend, and so on. The guy is constantly facing new opponents and going to different places to solve puzzles, and he is simply having fun solving crimes. In my opinion, this golden ring is probably no exception. Garon reassured.

"Then xiexie your good words. Hurry up, hurry up, I'm closing. The old man waved his hand and urged.

"Got it. Garon walked out of the store with his school bag.

Glancing at the potential points below the field of view.

Potential: 179%. Originally, it was only 58, but it was only raised when he encountered the car on the night of the killing.

While "that book" was in a good mood, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "It always feels like something is wrong." ”

After Garon left, the old man closed the door of the shop, sat back down in front of the bookshelf, opened the black hard-cover book, and gently rubbed the pages with a complicated face.

It took him a long time to completely open the book.

"Actually, I should have known the result a long time ago, but I didn't expect that at this point, I couldn't help but want to leave something"

Shaking his head, the old man slowly closed the page.

Gently turned it over and closed the cover, and the black text on the cover quietly turned into dark red handwriting. It was as if blood was flowing through the strokes, leaving a dark red of clotted blood

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