"The killer of 'Drunken Wind' in the Liuhe branch may have been hidden in the East Factory. ”

The crowd was amazed. Although I vaguely guessed something in my heart, I was still shocked when I said it. Hengchuan felt that his nervous urine was about to come out.

Canghai added: "It is also possible that the killer who stayed in the 'Drunken Wind' branch is simply from Dongchang." ”

Everyone slowed down for a long time before they remembered to ask Tang Qiuchi with their eyes. Tang Qiuchi said: "I have never thought about this problem before, but - your analysis is good. The people gathered in Yanyun Villa were all people with the same identity as Huang Huihu, but I didn't recognize most of them. You know that there are many more secrets of 'Drunken Wind' than 'Fang Wai Lou', and it is far more difficult to discover than 'Fang Wai Lou'. ”

Canghai looked at him, and then said to everyone: "The most important reason for transferring the dossier, I think, is because 'Drunken Wind' has completely abandoned this branch. ”

"So even the guards in the back mountain have withdrawn. In this way, whether the belly of the mountain under the Smoke Cloud Villa is empty or not no longer means anything to us. ”

"Then aren't we ......" Lonely Shuyang frowned and said halfway, and suddenly paused again.

Canghai shook his head and smiled: "How can it be useless?"

"We forced Drunken Wind to abandon an entire branch. ”

"Do you know how long it took for the Yanyun Villa to have that scale?" glanced at everyone's expressions, and said happily: "Thirty-five years. ”

Lonely Shuyang smiled. Everyone laughed. Everyone suddenly felt that their bodies were full of strength again. So Canghai took advantage of the time and said, "My words are finished. ”

Shopkeeper Lu put down the chopsticks that he had held for a long time and said, "I'm going to order hot dishes in the kitchen." Hengchuan stood up, "Don't move, don't move, I'll go." Alas, just listening to you, I didn't eat much when the food was cold......"

Everyone smiled. Canghai's eyes narrowed for a moment, and when he opened them, he was already looking away.

The rosacea shopkeeper personally sent back the wine and vegetables, and specially brought a pot of white rice porridge and a few quite delicate pickles and pickles. The red-nosed shopkeeper smiled and said, "Are you okay with a few of them?"

Hengchuan replied, "Make do." But this porridge is not ours, don't send it wrong, we won't give money if we eat it. I told you beforehand, you don't want to ...... then."

The red-nosed shopkeeper finally couldn't help but interrupt him, "That's for you for free," he stared at Canghai with a smile, and said: "I see that this boy is tired, I think it's because of the exhaustion, he shouldn't have much appetite, and it would be better to drink some rice porridge." Heng Chuan looked back, and Canghai smiled faintly: "Thank you." ”

The wine and food were arranged, but the red-nosed shopkeeper still had no intention of leaving, and stood on the side with a smile on an empty tray. Lonely Shuyang suddenly stood up, and his sideways body just blocked the sea. Hengchuan understood, walked over and opened the door. "The shopkeeper, don't send it. It was probably the shortest sentence he had ever said in his life.

The red-nosed shopkeeper had no choice but to leave. Only then did Lonely Shuyang sit down again. Xiao Shell glared at the closed door and muttered, "I hate it!" and approached Canghai and gritted his teeth and whispered: "You dare to attract bees and butterflies to me again, be careful that I scratch your face!" Everyone was frowning, and they were all happy to hear this.

Canghai raised his eyebrows extremely aggrieved, his eyes were instantly covered with a layer of mist, and he was about to speak, but Xiao Hu had put the whole pot of rice porridge in front of him, and said coldly: "Eat it." ”

"What......? How can you eat it all at once!" Canghai shouted.

Xiao Shell said: "It doesn't matter, who made you not eat much just now." ”

"I—I'm not hungry......"

"No, okay!"

Xue Hao put a bowl in front of Canghai in a small bowl, Canghai looked at him beggingly, Xue Hao said, "Eat it." Canghai was stunned for a moment, and then found that everyone was staring at him and the bowl of porridge in front of him, he bit his thumb, and before he could say half a "no", he heard the other four men in the room say in unison: "Eat it." Then Hanaba Shen said, "Eat it." Although Luo Xinyue didn't speak, it was also a look of encouragement and expectation.

Canghai sighed and picked up the spoon.

Everyone suddenly started to eat happily and lively, "Come, come, eat, eat, hey, please, p......lease, please."

Everyone looked very happy, and Tang Qiuchi also accompanied Shopkeeper Lu to drink a few glasses of wine. Only Canghai was alone biting the spoon sullenly. ,

Xiao Shell said, "Why are you frowning all the time today?"

Canghai replied angrily: "I want to drink porridge, okay!"

Tang Qiuchi was helping Heng Chuan spread the futon on the ground, and Heng Chuan suddenly stabbed him and snuggled his mouth on the bed. Canghai, who was forced by everyone to swallow half a pot of porridge, was silently curled up in the bed in a daze. Hengchuan snickered: "Look at holding him up." Hey, don't you know that the gambling game made him hungry that night......" looked at Canghai's expression, and whispered: "I'll tell you later." ”

Tang Qiuchi smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. Canghai suddenly moved his amber eyes, looked at the person who was also looking at him, and said softly: "Tang Qiuchi, can I trust you completely?"

Tang Qiuchi was stunned, smiled reluctantly, and said softly: "Of course you can." Canghai looked at him for a moment as if examining the credibility of this sentence, and suddenly lay down on the pillow. closed his eyes, opened them again, and then closed his eyes again, and said in a whisper: "Tang Qiuchi, I have staked all my life on you, you, don't let me down." ”

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

The moon is dark and kills the night, and the wind is high and the sky is on fire. It was one of the storytellers' favorite mantras, but by now, they had all snore soundly asleep on nights like this. The words they said were all handed down orally by the old gentlemen, and they had no way of verifying how many falsehoods there were. Hopefully, they will never verify this sentence.

Tonight it is the turn of such a weather, and the people who are going to kill and set fires are waiting hard? So tonight, will there be a drama?

A dark shadow suddenly flashed through the dark roof like lightning in the dark night. Behind him were ten figures dressed in black like pitch-black shadows. Their faces were covered with veils as dark as night, and the eleventh figure was wearing a large black cloak like a nighthawk's wings. The man walked at the back of the line, and his cloak was lifted by the moving wind as if he were pulling a flag.

There was a two-step gap between the ridges in front of the house, because there was a corridor underneath the house. Eleven men in black had to step past the disconnection before they could continue their way to the goal.

The eaves walk on the wall and travel to the smelter, and the building is high and suddenly sees Zhangtai Road.

The first man in black had swept to the roof of the building opposite. The red window of the room under the tiles was wide open, the candles were bright, and in the bed tent facing the red window sat a woman with her shoulders bare, not very beautiful, and not a serious person at first glance. The woman snorted and said, "Close the window, you come back." Another man in the room laughed and walked over to close the window, when the eleventh man in black was about to skim through the gap, when suddenly a gust of wind blew from behind, and his cloak was draped over the red window. The man who closed the window was thinking about the woman in his heart, and he didn't care at all, so he closed the window tightly and bolted it.

The eleventh man crossed the gap, and suddenly his neck tightened in mid-air. The candle flame is extinguished in the red window.

The first person looked back when he heard the sound and was shocked! "Oh no! Little Eleven is gone!"

The tenth man turned around and exclaimed, "What a great enemy!

"Big ...... Eldest brother...... Tenth Brother ......" A voice came faintly from under the eaves behind them, and then a man climbed up the roof tiles. The tenth man shouted, "Little Eleven!"

The first person asked, "What about the enemy?"

The eleventh said: "There is no enemy. I didn't step on it myself. ”

"Always so careless!

"It's inconvenient, I lost it. ”

The first man nodded and led the group on.

If they had turned back at this time, none of this would have happened.

The night breeze rose again, and the large black cloth between the red windows flew like a flag.

Eleven people stopped on the roof of the "Fuyuan" inn. Spotting the room, opening the window, jumping in. A man sleeps soundly on the floor. Two people slept in a bed.

A man in black walked to the edge of the bunk, raised his right foot, and a sharp knife bounced out of the tip of his shoe.

A man in black walked to the side of the bed and slowly pulled out a three-inch-long Emei thorn from his boot.

The sharp knife kicked at Hengchuan! Emei stabbed into the bed!

Tang Qiuchi, can I trust you completely......

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Dreaming is a fun thing. But daydreaming is the opposite.