absurd deduction game.

Chapter 211 Ending Flower Boss
The rain was a little lighter, but it was still enough to affect people's desire to travel.

"Hey, damn rain."

Two young girls in autumn clothes walked through the streets and alleys of the old city together. The heavy makeup on their faces and the slightly exaggerated earrings and clavicle chains, although novel and fashionable, could not set off the beauty they wanted. kind of temperament.

"Yeah, Bad is out of business, so I made a trip for nothing!"

One of them was obviously in a worse mood. She shook the glittering rhinestone pendant on her earlobe, and stepped on the high heels of her boots in the stagnant water, with a look of disappointment on her face: "The new resident singer recently is so handsome. , it’s my dish, and I couldn’t see it today.”

"Forget it, let's go tomorrow. The weather forecast on the mobile phone shows that the sun will rise tomorrow." Although the other girl seemed a little reconciled, she still comforted her companion.

"Hey, I haven't been home so early since high school!"

"Your mother really doesn't care about you?"

"She is busy playing mahjong, so she has no time to watch me."

The two held an umbrella and walked while chatting, highlighting the unique arrogance of a youth.

Suddenly, one of the girls stopped and pointed to the front with some doubts: "What is that? A flower shop?"

Among the entire row of stores with lights off, the only small store with lights on is particularly conspicuous.

"Ah? Where is there a flower shop on this street?" Hearing this, the companion followed her fingers and squinted his eyes, unable to see clearly under the obstruction of the water droplets on the false eyelashes.

She reached out and tapped off the drops of water. After a closer look, the whole street was adhering to the traditional performances of the old city. It was all turned off from one to ten o'clock, and it was pitch black. The only light left came from the old street lamps that flickered occasionally. .

"Where is it, are you dazzled?"

The girl was questioned, rubbed her eyes, and looked again, but she didn't see any shops with lights on: "Um... maybe, let's go."

Saying this, the girl still murmured in her heart. After all, the flower shop she saw just now was very real. She even remembered that there was a bouquet of pure white flowers at the door of the shop.

Of course, she couldn't recognize the flower. It was not easy for her to see the color clearly through the heavy rain.

Is it the hell?
The girl drank some wine before, and the alcohol played a role in her brain, so that she didn't have any fear, but she forgot about it after a while.

The streets and alleys became silent again, and after a while, a petite figure came from the end of the alley.

Han Xinyi was drenched in the rain like this, walking aimlessly while bowing slightly to protect the phone in her hand.

For some reason, the police didn't include this street in the search area, which was abnormal, but Han Xinyi didn't care anymore, all she wanted was a quiet environment.

There is Han Yan's number in her mobile phone. After Han Yan left, she tried to dial, once the night she left, once a month later, and once half a year later, but no one answered.

After that, for all these years, Han Xinyi never looked at this number again.

Today is an exception, she dialed again.

wait.

unmanned.

"The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later..."

A pleasant and mechanical female voice came from beside her ear, Han Xinyi's eyes were indifferent, and she had already expected this result.

She wasn't sad at all, just a little bit regretful.

Changing the phone book into an information box, Han Xinyi typed a few words into the string of numbers.

When she was about to send it out, she paused again and crossed out the interface.

"Forget it, I don't want to give you any chance to prepare... The surprised expression of you being killed without warning should be much more beautiful than the calm expression of knowing that I am dead." Han Xinyi hooked her mouth, looking forward to Yu Yu Xing Na promised to send Han Yan to hell to accompany her.

"You don't have control over me anymore, do you? I must start to exceed your expectations."

"I'm going to die, I'll send you a message, scold you, curse you, so you can be prepared for the future, you know I love you, you know how to control all my psychology, you must know that I I will do that." Han Xinyi's eyes lighted up slightly, and she spoke incoherently, sickly and yearning, but excited.

"But I met someone who is similar to you but completely different. I am different. I want you to miscalculate, and I want you to never get the slightest feedback from me again!"

With a "bang", Han Xinyi dropped her phone to the ground and stepped on it hard, with regret for her life that was about to end and a joy that had been suppressed for many years in her eyes.

Facing Han Yan, a little effective resistance was enough to make her happy.

After venting, Han Xinyi felt tired.

Mental, physical, all swept away.

She looked up and saw a flower shop with lights on.

Go and take shelter from the rain.

She also started from sheltering from the rain, and was completely included by Yu Xing in the game against the throat-cutting killer. At this time, her emotions about sheltering from the rain were quite complicated.

It is both the beginning and the end.

Approaching the flower shop, Han Xinyi first saw the warm lights inside the shop through the glass door, then lowered her head, and found a bunch of unobstructed tuberoses placed in front of the shop.

The white clustered leaves are connected together, and the flowers are in full bloom, noble and soft, and shivering in the wind and rain, I feel pity.

She just stared at Hua and stood there for more than ten seconds, until the glass door made a slight sound, and the heater came out from the crack of the opened door, and Han Xinyi regained her senses slightly.

A smiling voice appeared in front of her: "What are you doing standing alone in the rain, little sister? Broken in love?"

Slightly teasing, it will not cause her discomfort, but it will give people a sense of relaxation and intimacy.

Han Xinyi moved her eyes, first saw a pair of dark jeans, then a light brown turtleneck sweater, and then up, a bright face and black mid-length hair tied behind her head and draped over one shoulder came into view. eye.

This is a man whose age can't be seen. He can be said to be 20 years old, and 30 years old doesn't seem to violate harmony. He should have a cold and good appearance, but he has a gentle and soft smile, and he exudes a strange temperament.

Han Xinyi looked at the man leaning against the store door, who seemed to have soft bones, and thought for a while that he was an "artist" or "designer".

In her inherent impression, it seems that in these two professions, there are more men with long hair.

However, the next moment, she realized that this person was neither an artist nor a designer, but a flower shop owner.

Because the man saw that she was silent, he turned sideways, revealing the nature of a businessman: "Do you want to come in and sit down? Or if you buy a bouquet of flowers, I'll give you an umbrella as a gift, how about it?"

"……it is good."

Han Xinyi responded and walked in.

The glass door was closed, and the warm temperature enveloped her immediately. She looked around and found that although this flower shop was small, the flowers were grown very well, no matter what kind, they were all exquisite.

"Your clothes are all wet. It's a pity that you are a girl. I don't have anything you can change here." The flower shop owner enthusiastically took her to the standing air conditioner that was working, "Blow it for a while, It should be much warmer."

"Thank you." At this moment, Han Xinyi just wanted to let go of herself and welcome death.

She wanted to die happily, and it was better to die sitting in a warm place than to die outside, covered in dirty water.

So, Han Xinyi is in a pretty good mood now. She saw the florist sitting on a flower stand, still smiling at her, as if he had made up his mind to sell a bouquet of flowers, so she couldn't help but start a topic: "Can I see your flowers?"

"Of course, the customer is God, you look at it unrestrainedly." The flower shop owner spread his hands lightly, as if to say, everything here is up to you to choose.

The flower shop has a full range of flowers, including common carnations, baby's breath, red roses, and less common yellow roses, white roses, blue irises, etc.

Han Xinyi took a stroll around, and saw the only black rose in the whole store on the flower stand where the boss was sitting.

Perhaps because of the scarcity, this aroused Han Xinyi's interest. She wanted to touch it, but was gently blocked by the flower shop owner.

He smiled and said, "This one won't work."

Han Xinyi was startled: "Is there anything special about it?"

The florist reached out and plucked the petals of the black rose, and said softly, "You are a devil, and you belong to me."

Han Xinyi didn't hear clearly.

However, the boss didn't intend to say it again, and he smiled even more: "This flower was ordered by someone else, so customers can't touch it. Do you want to drink some hot water? I have a kettle here, there should be some hot water left. "

"Okay, thank you." Han Xinyi lost interest in Black Rose.

After a while, Han Xinyi sat on the empty flower stand holding hot water, and asked gratefully, "Boss, what's your last name?"

The boss didn't seem surprised that she would ask this question: "My surname is Hua."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think it's a coincidence that the person surnamed Hua is the owner of the flower shop?" Seeing Han Xinyi nodding, the flower boss explained, "Unfortunately, it's because my surname is Hua that I opened the flower shop."

Han Xinyi came to a sudden, she found that the flower boss's affinity was really strong, sitting with him, she would relax unconsciously.She remembered what she saw outside the store just now: "Boss, what happened to the bunch of tuberose at your door?"

"Huh? What's the matter?" Boss Hua repeated with interest.

"That's...why put it outside alone?"

Boss Hua said "Oh": "Because it is dying, and it can't be kept alive."

Han Xinyi's nerves were disturbed by the word dying, she was taken aback: "I think it looks pretty good, how could it be dying?"

"Because it tried to snatch the water from the black rose before, but unfortunately failed. It is destined to die tonight, because it has a lot to do with the rainstorm." Boss Hua turned to look outside the glass door. This reason sounds a bit weird, and Han Xinyi couldn't help but Consciously frowned.

The boss suddenly smiled and asked, "Do you know the flower language of tuberose?"

"do not know."

"Happiness on the verge of danger." Boss Hua laughed out loud as he watched the torrential rain outside the door.

Han Xinyi didn't know what was so funny about it, she suddenly felt uncomfortable, maybe it was because Boss Hua's words when describing this bunch of tuberose were very similar to her own.

After being deprived of her identity as a player, Han Xinyi's mind has always been blunt, and she only thinks when it comes to Han Yan.

But now, she still sensed something was wrong.

Boss Hua turned his head back, his smile looked as warm as the sweater he was wearing, and he was holding a cup of hot water in his hand, which was still steaming upwards."Are you happy?" he asked.

"Do you feel joy in the danger of your own creation?"

Han Xinyi stood up abruptly, she had already reached this point, she couldn't tell that the tuberose that Boss Hua was talking about was referring to her.Then she froze for a moment, realizing that she had nothing to resist.

So she sat back and asked, "Who are you? What do you want to do?" Could it be someone sent by Han Yan?

"Don't be nervous, I'm just a kind flower shop owner who wants to provide you with hot water and heating, as well as a shelter from the rain." The flower shop owner showed an apologetic expression, vivid and natural, as if he was really trying to scare Han Xinyi And feel apologetic.

The behavior of the other gentleman made Han Xinyi purse her lips, waiting for his next sentence.

Sure enough, Boss Hua didn't let the silence have room to brew. He took a sip of hot water and squinted his eyes in enjoyment: "It's so warm~ little sister, I just said, if you buy a bouquet of flowers, I will attach it to you." Give you an umbrella."

Han Xinyi: "Yes."

"But I suddenly discovered that you don't need an umbrella, so you won't buy my flowers."

Han Xinyi: "..."

"Then I want something else, in exchange for me providing you with hot water, do you think it's okay?"

Han Xinyi: "It's fine, anyway, I'm destined to die tonight, and it has a lot to do with the rainstorm."

"That couldn't be better~" Boss Hua smiled and rolled his eyes, "I just need a little memory."

"Memory?" Han Xinyi frowned.

Boss Hua said: "Don't worry, I don't want your privacy, I just want to see what my demon has grown into now."

Han Xinyi looked at Black Rose, then at Tuberose, and finally said "ah", "You know Yu Xing."

……

The next day, the report broke as Yu Xing expected.

Some media do possess this miraculous skill. Their eyesight for catching wind and shadows is comparable to that of an eagle, and their sense of smell for gossip and headlines is better than that of a dog. Reports circulated online.

Among them, the ones that focus on keywords such as "throat-cutting case solved, murderer arrested" are probably the cooperative media contacted by the police, while other magazines that have heard the news have found a different way, trying to attract people's attention in other ways.

Words such as "Girl Killer" and "Death Confession" made Yu Xing, who had woken up early in the morning and was still angry, sober up. He squinted his eyes and looked in, and saw that most of the reports read——

[At two o'clock in the morning, the murderer of the throat-cutting case was found dead in the empty frontage of a Jin Street family that was renting out. It is reported that the murderer's death was caused by a heart attack. A bouquet of fresh tuberose, of unknown significance. 】

[Golden Street itself does not have a flower shop, so the police checked all the flower shops in the nearby streets and determined that the tuberose did not come from these shops, so where did the murderer in the throat-cutting case get this bouquet of flowers?This is currently an unsolved mystery!The editor will continue to follow up for everyone. 】

"Tube incense... Happiness on the verge of danger?" Yu Xing was leaning on the bed with half of her body covered in the quilt, but now she suddenly felt relieved.

　Well, I took a look. First of all, I thought it would be more than 1000 characters, but it turned out to be more than 4000 (﹃) Second, Boss Hua and actor are two people, not the same.Chapter 33 of Huaboss’ Horror Bar volume appeared, and then Chapter 8 of the second volume and Chapter 28 of the reasoning chapter were all mentioned in Yu Xing’s mouth.

　　
　
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