Seven Evil Slips

After the accident, Pinting stayed at Xiaoshanghe's house, under the care of Uncle Zheng. Every two days, a specially hired hospital nurse would come over to take her to bathe and wipe her body, and check her health every quarter.

For Zheng Bo and the nurses, it was a light job, because Ping Ting's madness was not the type of screaming and screaming. She was so quiet that she was almost sluggish. She often sat on the ground from morning to night, occasionally stretching out her hand, fearing As if pointing at the carpet without any stains.

Zheng Bo's "something is wrong" can be traced back to several nights ago.

Due to its geographical location, Xiaoshang River is very quiet at night, and often only the whistling wind can be heard. Zheng Bo is old and has long been accustomed to the wind, but he is extremely vigilant to other changes.

He slept until midnight that day when he woke up with a jerk.

There are faint singing voices, hovering in the empty room like filaments.

Pin Ting is singing.

Pin Ting has always been a girl who is good at singing and dancing. She danced ballet when she was a child, and she sang gracefully. Although it seemed abrupt in the middle of the night, it might be a crazy way.

Zheng Bo hesitated again and again, but decided to go and have a look.

With Luo Wenmiao's lessons learned, no one knows if Pin Ting will run away without a sound one day, so her room has always been locked, but for the convenience of looking after and delivering things, the upper part of the door has been changed to It looks like a fence.

That's why the singing sounds so clear, the room is not soundproof.

In the middle of the night, walking along to the sound of the singing, it was inevitable that his back would get chills. Uncle Zheng bit the bullet and rubbed himself against the door, only to find out that Ping Ting was not just singing.

She is still dancing.

Completely different from her previous delicate and graceful dance steps, her movements are open and closed, her posture is simple and weird, as if she is surrounded by something, singing and dancing.

Luo Ren asked: "What did she sing?"

"Back and forth, two words for a pause, only eight words." Zheng Bo tried hard to recall, "She sang, Duan Zhu, Xu Zhu, Flying Rabbit or Gangster, Pork."

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For several days in a row, there was no news from Luo Ren, and if the silence continued, Kiyo believed that it would not be long before she would forget such things as Luo Mahu, Luo Ren, and so on.

But one night, Li Tan called, his voice trembling slightly, very excited.

"I didn't expect things to progress so quickly. After the portrait was painted, I thought, I saw that person in Xiaoshanghe, so I should start looking for him in Xiaoshanghe, so I went there again, without any fanfare. Ask, I looked at faces one by one on the street, two days ago, a car entered the Xiaoshang River, I saw people driving, I saw people driving..."

He was too excited to speak.

"I followed it. It's not hard to find. I've seen that car before. The head of the household is Luo Wenmiao. It's just a coincidence that he died the next day in the Xiaoshanghe case. Also, the man in the portrait , it's called Luo Ren..."

Kiyo felt a headache, how should he tell Li Tan, things were not what he thought, why did he accept death like this?

"In short," he seemed to have made up his mind, "if something happens to me, you...understand."

understand what? Before Kiyo could speak, he had already hung up the phone.

In Li Tan's words, there seemed to be a tragic and majestic tone of Yi Shuihan.

Kishiro couldn't say it well, so she hurriedly called back, but the other end didn't answer, so she had to edit the text message first, and asked him to calm down, the matter was very complicated, it was not what he thought, and Luo Ren was not an accomplice.

It was sent out, like a stone sinking into the sea.

I had no choice but to call Luo Ren, feeling unwilling to do so: Why should I call him first when he leaves without saying a word?

Luo Ren quickly answered the phone, and Kiyo briefly explained the matter, and then reminded him: "Li Tan is looking for you."

"thanks."

Suddenly Muyo was unhappy: "You have kung fu, I know he can't beat you, don't hurt him for a while, he is quite pitiful."

After finishing speaking, his nose was sour, and before Luo Ren could answer, he hung up the phone.

She felt that Li Tan was quite pitiful, and she said that to Huo Zihong before, just for the sake of vividness, but now, the more she thought about it, the more pitiful she felt, falling asleep on her arm, feeling that this night was extremely desolate.

He went to Xiaoshanghe just after painting the hypnotic portrait. He really wasn't ready to live a good life. How long would a lifetime be? If Aunt Hong was indeed Li Yaqing, Li Tan would have spent most of his life on a On something absurd.

After tossing and turning, he finally fell asleep and had a strange dream, dreaming that he was answering the phone, Luo Ren said, "Li Tan is here."

She replied vaguely, "Oh."

"Kiyo, are you awake? Li Tan is here."

Slowly regaining consciousness, the mobile phone is in his hand, the screen is on, and the timed call time is incremented by the second.

So, it's not a dream, it's really answering the phone?

Kiyo hurriedly sat up from the bed, with some incoherent words: "Here... Li Tan? Where are you?"

"Well, he came in over the wall, thank you for reminding him... tied up, staring at me... Bo Zheng, don't let him lean against the wall!"

The latter sentence seemed to be addressed to Zheng Bo, Kiyo couldn't imagine what it was like there, his heart was beating wildly.

After a while, Luo Ren talked to her: "After being tied up, he kept scolding, sealed his mouth with tape, and hit his head against the wall... This is the most annoying thing, I don't bother to explain to him... I can't listen to the explanation."

Poor man, it hurts to make people hate him, Kiyo's blood surged suddenly, and he got out of bed regardless: "Wait for me, don't hang up the phone."

She rushed to Huo Zihong's door in one breath, and when she knocked on the door, she became timid again, and persuaded herself: Forget it, it's so late, don't make Aunt Hong unhappy...

Turning around to leave, he suddenly saw a ray of light coming from under the crack of the door.

He must not be asleep yet, Kiyo hesitated for a moment, but knocked on the door anyway.

Huo Zihong put on her clothes and opened the door for her: "Kiyo, it's just right that you haven't slept so late, come and help me see the pattern."

In her room, only the lamp on the table was on, on which were spread out a lot of books of various patterns, picture books, and more than a dozen patterns that were either copied or imitated. Huo Zihong took one and compared it to her under the light. Look, this one is compared to the patterns of architectural decoration, one is the pattern of water chestnut flowers, and the other is the pattern of lotus flowers and waterfowl.

"Most of the patterns on the cloth now are still those flowers and plants, nothing new. I think that the stones of the mountains can be used to make jade, and some patterns on the buildings, if they can be printed, are quite unique..."

She talked a lot more, but Kiyo didn't listen. She stared at the soup bowl on the table. When Aunt Hong stayed up late or slept late, she always kept a bowl of sweet pear soup with Chuanbei wolfberry and pear at hand in order to moisten her lungs and fight dryness.

Mu Xu warmed up the lights and went to copy the pattern one by one, and drank a sip of sweet soup when he was tired, while the other end, after being tied up, kept cursing, was sealed with tape, and hit his head against the wall...

"Aunt Hong, are you Li Yaqing?"

The room suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Huo Zihong gently put the copying sample paper in his hand on the table, and the sample paper made a slight rustling sound as it rubbed against it.

Luo Ren at the other end was stunned for a moment, glanced at Li Tan with a ferocious face, got up and walked to the quiet corridor outside, his breathing suddenly became a little heavy.

Kiyo regretted it for a moment, and then thought, since he asked, he might as well ask all of them.

"Aunt Hong, I met Luo Ren. The same case as Luo Mahu happened in his family. His uncle died and his sister went crazy, so he is hunting down everyone who might know the truth. Not to mention Li Tan , spent most of my life on this matter..."

"Aunt Hong, you may have a reason to hide some secrets, and I won't ask. But, without hurting yourself, can you tell the part you can tell? Give others some hints, at least , don't let Li Tan go around like that?"

"If my guess is wrong, then Aunt Hong, you can scold me."

She activated the phone screen so that Huo Zihong could see the caller, and then handed the phone to Huo Zihong's hand. Huo Zihong's hand was weak, and the phone fell to the ground.

Kiyo didn't pick it up, didn't speak, and didn't look at Huo Zihong again, turned around and left. She went all the way back to her room, went to bed, and covered herself with a quilt.

That's great, the upper and lower eyelids are closed, it's dark and rumbling, and I can't see anything.

There's only so much she can do.

Luo Ren has been listening quietly, without making a sound. In fact, he has no hope for Huo Zihong, but Kiyo surprised him.

In ancient times, she must be a chivalrous woman, quite ancient and warm-hearted.

For some reason, he didn't hang up the phone right away, perhaps because he still had hope in his heart, but after a while, he laughed at himself for thinking too much.

Just about to hang up the phone, Huo Zihong's hoarse voice came from the other end: "Hello?"

The next day, Kiyo woke up very early, but in order to avoid embarrassment, she deliberately grinded on the bed and missed the breakfast time.

Aunt Hong must have been angry, she didn't come to call her, and she didn't let Ten Wan come over to ask her if she wanted to keep a meal.

After ten o'clock, she felt that something was wrong. At this time, even if the downstairs was not full of people, the people who had been making trouble for a long time would not be able to sleep peacefully.

She got dressed and came down, holding her breath when she passed Huo Zihong's door, for fear of being stopped or something, thinking about how to express her remorse and humility to the greatest extent when she saw Aunt Hong later.

Yes, after spending the night with the quilt, when I woke up, the heat of chivalry and indignation had subsided, and I always felt that I didn’t do well, but I couldn’t tell what was wrong. .

When I went down the stairs, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

Downstairs was very dark. Usually when the door was open for business, the house was full of sunshine. Obviously, not only did the door not open, but the curtains that had been rolled up were also pulled down.

Kiyo took three steps and made two steps, pedaling and running downstairs.

Aunt Hong was away, and Wan San and Uncle Zhang were sitting at the table. It seemed that breakfast was not over yet, and the dishes on the table were all confiscated, but the two of them seemed not to be thinking about eating, and they were relatively speechless as they stared at the cold porridge bowl. Hearing footsteps, the two looked at Kiyo in unison.

Kiyo felt guilty: "What are you looking at me for?"

She walked over as if nothing had happened: "Where's Aunt Hong?"

Uncle Zhang replied, "I'm on a long journey."

While talking, she pushed a mobile phone over. Her mobile phone was handed to Aunt Hong last night and dropped to the ground, but she didn't pick up the mobile phone.

"Knocked on my door at four o'clock in the morning, told me to go out to relax, did not say when to come back, let me look after the store, and help you."

He imitated Huo Zihong's word for word: "If Kiyo is interested in business, let her take care of it. If she is not interested, you can follow her. You are young and playful."

"It's settled with 13,000, and I don't want him to pay back the money. I paid two months more salary. If you want to stay or don't want to stay, you can go wherever you want."

Why do I feel like I'm going to confess my funeral? Kiyo's heart sank, and he said blankly, "Why?"

She subconsciously turned on the phone and flipped to the call log. The last call was with Luo Ren, and the duration was 2 hours and 27 minutes.

She lost her mind and dialed back. When she heard Luo Ren's voice, she almost cried: "Luo Ren, my aunt Hong...you last night..."

Luo Ren interrupted her: "Muyo, don't worry, your Aunt Hong has left, right? She mentioned it to me, it's not because of you, other reasons."

Yeah? Kiyo felt better.

"Kido?"

"Um?"

"Your aunt Hong is indeed Li Yaqing. And..."

He hesitated to speak, but Kiyo brought up the heart that had just let go: "What else?"

"She killed Zhang Guanghua."