Seven Evil Slips

The bar is usually empty in the early morning, so Huo Zihong’s breakfast is usually served conspicuously on the table in the center of the bar. One or two dried flowers are inserted in a sky-blue imitation Jun kiln porcelain vase, and in the middle is an exquisite and small European-style piano model with thin feet. It seems to meander out.

Such an exquisite scene, accompanied by steaming steamed rice porridge buns every morning, the graceful dancer can only stare at the pickled vegetable pancakes, it is really aggrieved.

Huo Zihong had a stiff neck last night and woke up a bit late. When she rubbed her neck and went downstairs, Uncle Zhang was already scooping up jujube porridge, and Kiyo sat on the edge of the table, coquettishly: "Uncle, give me more jujubes .”

Huo Zihong smiled, and asked casually, "What about thirteen thousand?"

Mudai didn't seem to hear, and concentrated all his energy on a few dates. Uncle Zhang turned his head, winked at her with a strange expression, and poked his head with his mouth again.

Huo Zihong had an idea in mind, so she went out to have a look first.

Thirteen-and-a-half squatted at the door doing a horse stance, with his hands spread upwards, with a half bottle of foreign wine on his head, and in the middle of his forehead he wrote the word "I" with a black marker. Looking closer, there was also a word on his palm, and his left hand was "live". ", the right hand is "the".

Together it is: I deserve it.

This gesture of throwing left and right with words up and down is like pasting Spring Festival couplets on the lintel during the festival.

Huo Zihong sighed and took the wine off his head: "Come in and eat."

After entering the house, Ten Thousand was swaying against the table but refused to sit. Huo Zihong stirred the porridge with a spoon and said, "Who is in charge here? My words don't work anymore."

Kiyotomo rolled his eyes ten thousand and three times: "My Aunt Hong tells you to sit down, and you sit down!"

Thirty thousand and one excited, and sat down on the ground.

Huo Zihong said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Mudai wrapped the pickles with pancakes, as if wrapping them with gold and silver threads: "Auntie, 13,000 did something bad. I covered him up, so I won't sue you, but small punishments and big warnings cannot be avoided. of."

Huo Zihong looked at 13,000: "Did you do something bad?"

Ten thousand three confessed: "Yes, lady boss, I was confused for a while."

Kiyo said sarcastic remarks on the side: "It seems that I have woken up with you."

Huo Zihong held back her laughter, and deliberately poked her with words: "Mudai, since you came to the store at 13,000, you and him have always been at odds. It's really an old saying. It's not that enemies don't get together. I won't be surprised if you hold hands in front of me."

Kiyo said, "I'm also looking forward to that day."

What does it mean? Ten thousand and three sudden vigilance.

After wrapping up the pickles, he chewed them in one bite, and then gave him a look: "Believe it or not, I dare to put on sackcloth and filial piety for you the next day after I'm here?"

Ten thousand and three looked at Huo Zihong with a mournful face: "Madam, I have long wanted to belong to me. The little boss's...excellent character deserves to be matched by better people."

…

After dinner, as usual, it was Uncle Zhang who did the chores. Ten thousand and three went to the bar to get ready. Huo Zihong was going to take a walk in Batik and Spinning Street. The popularity of tourism here is still high. Batik tie-dye fabric art is a good choice.

Just about to go out, Kiyo followed up a few steps: "Aunt Hong, I'll be with you."

Huo Zihong was a little strange, Kiyo had always been the least interested in these things, but let's be together, she was also about to tell Kiyo some business matters.

Walking through the streets and alleys, there are more and more pedestrians, and stalls of various snacks and fruits are also set up along the river. Huo Zihong looks as he goes, and Muyo never goes beyond three steps of her body, and he is very cautious from time to time Look around.

She thought it over, if Luo Ren had really arrived here, then the target must be Aunt Hong, she would be fine if she stayed close to Aunt Hong, if Luo Ren turned to deal with the people in the shop...

I also want to remind Uncle Zhang in the past two days. As for the 13,000 people, if you sacrifice it, you should sacrifice it, and you should treat it as eliminating harm for the people.

…

In the bar, 13,000 fingers were flying like flying, and the keyboard was clapping loudly. In the latest post, his forest proprietress has implicitly shown "love" to him.

Netizens who followed up on the post were apparently also elated.

-Depend on! I have already guessed that this woman has evil intentions, sure enough!

—The landlord holds on! Never give in!

—I don’t think so, I suggest that the landlord pretend to agree, hold the bar in his own hands, and then kick her away!

—The upstairs is full of straight men, right? They fall in love with their own buddies in their own bar, what's so wrong?

…

Ten thousand three suddenly felt a cold on his back.

The ID called "Debts and repayments, it's only natural" appeared again.

—I was wondering, the poster doesn’t work hard every day, but it’s fun to post more. Is working in a bar very relaxing?

Luo Ren didn't stay at the inn.

He rented a pure old-fashioned Naxi style folk house, with three squares and one screen wall, surrounded by inns, making it even more secluded, but the location is perfect. Open the wooden lattice window on the second floor, and you can see the busiest streets and alleys.

You don’t even need to open it. This is an old-fashioned wooden flower window. There are eighty-one small panes under the hollowed-out plum blossom carvings. They are made according to the nine-nine-nine-nine cold-dispelling picture. , coupled with the flower branches and leaves hanging on the flower wall, it is an excellent position to peep without revealing yourself.

Luo Ren stood in front of the window, condescending, looking at Kiyo with great interest.

In fact, the first thing was to look at Huo Zihong, but after looking at it, I couldn't help but turn my eyes to Kiyo.

How should I put it, she followed Huo Zihong at every step, but from time to time looked left and right with provocative eyes, the meaning was obvious: she knew that someone was watching from the side, and she wanted to send a message of "if you mess with me, try it".

Like a little wolf dog baring its teeth and barking fiercely, but it never really bites, at best...

Luo Ren couldn't help reaching out and touching his shoulder.

At best, she just hit him once. Now, like an old hen, she spread her wings to protect Huo Zihong, did she think that he would not dare to make a move?

Kidai devoted himself to his duties, accompanied Huo Zihong to go, and accompanied her back.

Huo Zihong felt that she was strange: "Muyo, you are acting weird today. You said that you accompanied me all the way, and you have been traveling for thousands of miles. Do you remember everything I told you today?"

Did Aunt Hong tell her something?

Seeing Muyo's appearance, Huo Zihong also knew that she was absent-minded, so she shook her head and entered the bar. As soon as Muyo followed, Uncle Zhang greeted her: "Little proprietress, is someone bringing you something?"

Kiyo was surprised: "Me?"

"Yeah." Uncle Zhang gestured to her for a small box on the table next to him, "Express delivery."

The mood of receiving the courier is always pleasant, but there are actually very few people who know her address, who is it? Master? Wan Fenghuo? Could it be that...Cao Yanhua?

Kiyo was half-surprised and half-joyed, and cut open the sealing plastic tape with the tooth of a key, and her face changed when she opened it. After a while, she picked up the box and looked at it, a little annoyed: "Uncle Zhang, can this be a courier?"

Uncle Zhang was surprised: "What's the matter, did you send the bomb?"

When he came over and took a look, he understood why. There was no courier slip posted on the box, in other words, it was not the normal collection and delivery procedure, but it was not his fault. Sometimes the store was busy, and he didn’t even bother to look up when the courier came. Under normal circumstances, Nunu mouthed: "No, just throw it on the table."

The courier was also unambiguous: "Then, uncle, I signed for it for you."

It's crisp and neat, and it's convenient. Who has the time to check it out for her? Could it be the real bomb?

He probed into the box, then reached out and took out a bag of strawberries.

The grains are big rosy and full in color. To be honest, this express delivery is really "express delivery", and the water droplets on the strawberries are still there.

Uncle Zhang said: "Isn't this very good, beauty and beauty, don't girls like strawberries?"

Ten thousand three also stretched out his head to look here: "Are you sending strawberries anonymously, little proprietress, is someone chasing you?"

He commented: "But this person is too affordable, at least give me flowers, this is not good, little proprietress, this kind of person who started to give fruit and strawberries, really fell in love, you can only receive garlic and green onions... "

Kiyo suddenly became angry, grabbed the bag, threw it into the trash can under the table, then turned and left.

Neither Uncle Zhang nor Ten Thousand Thirteen moved.

For a long time, Wan San couldn't take his eyes off the strawberry, he cleared his throat: "Uncle, look at our little lady boss, this is too...wasteful."

"That's right." Uncle Zhang's voice was also serious, "This kind...is it called cream strawberry? It weighs more than 20 catties, right?"

The eyes of the two met, and it was rare for them to collide with the fire of the same idea.

MD, don't eat for nothing.

At night, Muyo took a moment to mention his worries to Huo Zihong. Huo Zihong was annoyed and funny: "You've been nagging all day because of this?"

Kiyo became anxious: "If it wasn't for the lack of conclusive evidence, I would have called the police. Aunt Hong, if that person is really an accomplice of the murderer, how dangerous it would be."

Huo Zihong laughed: "What does that have to do with me?"

"I just inquired about what happened back then. Professor Li is my teacher. Do students have any questions about the teacher?"

Kiyo suddenly remembered the photos in Li Tan's wallet, and asked, "Are you really just his student?" He rushed to his lips and pressed it down again.

Huo Zihong shook his head and sighed: "I don't know what you guys are doing, and I don't understand any hypnotic portraits. I'm not afraid of really bad people. Isn't there any kingly law in the world?"

What does this have to do with Wang Fa? This Aunt Hong is really going to be mad at her.

Kiyo decided to go his own way, anyone who wants to touch Aunt Hong or her family is absolutely not allowed.

No matter how much Huo Zihong had a headache during the day, she still followed stubbornly, and at night she either didn't sleep, or slept extremely vigilantly. For martial arts practitioners, if there is always a nerve in their brains to remind them, then even the slightest sound can make people feel fast. wake up.

But after all, it's not an iron frame. After a few days, the clues appeared on the face, the big dark circles under the eyes, and asked her in a puzzled way: "Little proprietress, did you go to be a thief at night?"

thief?

Speaking of thieves, Kidai suddenly remembered that Cao Yanhua had come. Usually, he was the most frequent sender of WeChat, with pictures either of the Jiefang Monument or the cableway entrance, and added: "I'm in a good mood today."

It must have been successful, the crime scene is on the photo.

However, the quietness of the past two days has been strange, and Kiyo sent a WeChat message to ask him how he is doing, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

At around twelve o'clock that night, Kiyo put on his clothes and went downstairs as usual, checked the doors and windows one by one, stretched out his hands and shook them again, suddenly feeling sleepy, covered his mouth and yawned, looking at his own face reflected in the window glass, Eyes bloodshot like a rabbit.

Sudden annoyance, if you want to come, you will come, and you are not afraid of fighting, but most afraid of procrastination, the person who procrastinates has no energy.

It turns out that this is the reason to go all out, then decline, and exhaust three times.

The cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly, and when he took it out, it was an unknown number, and Kiyo picked it up casually: "Hello?"

There was no sound from the other end, Kiyo waited for two seconds, and suddenly he thumped in his heart: "Hello?"

Sure enough, after a short pause, Luo Ren's chuckle came from the receiver, and Kiyo's scalp tingled slightly, and he subconsciously rushed to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The road, the river street, the nonchalant grass, the signboard that never sleeps, it seems that there is no one at all in the shadows, and it seems that there are people.

He said: "I won't come tonight, go to bed early. Get enough energy, let's... see you tomorrow."