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"Boss, are you there?" Dao Mo knocked on the door of the meat flower shop.

"Hello." Rousi's voice came from behind Dao Mo.

"Oh, hello, I want to buy some flowers." Dao Mo turned around and saw Roushi standing behind him carrying a large bag of fertilizer.

"Hello, I'm the owner of this store, Rousi." Rousi smiled softly: "Please come inside. Sorry, I'll put the fertilizer in the backyard first."

"Ah, okay." Dao Mo responded with a gentle smile: "Do you need help?"

The big bag of fertilizer in the black bag looks quite heavy.

"No, no, no." Rousi shook her head quickly: "How can I ask the guests to help? Please sit down in the room for a while. I will be here soon."

"Okay." Dao Mo nodded, sat in the room politely, and looked around at the plants in the room.

There are carnations, chrysanthemums, baby's breath, all kinds of common flowers, and even some uncommon flowers.

But...it seems like I don't have what I want?

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Roushun walked over while wiping his hands.

"It's okay." Dao Mo stood up and said hello to Rousi.

"What kind of flowers do you want?" Rousi asked, pointing to the flowers around her.

"Excuse me, are there any roses?" Dao Mo asked, looking at the flowers around him.

Logically speaking, roses should be one of the most common flowers, but...it doesn't seem to be available here?

"Ah, I'm sorry." Rousi said apologetically, "I don't sell roses here. Can I buy other flowers?"

"Huh?" Dao Mo was a little surprised, and then said with some disappointment: "Is this so? Then I will look elsewhere."

With that said, she stood up and was about to say goodbye and leave.

"Please wait a moment." Rousi stopped Dao Mo and said with a smile: "Little sister, I am the only flower shop in Huangmen District. If you want to go to other flower shops, you have to go to other districts."

"Yes, I know." Dao Mo smiled sadly: "I only found out today that he has to run so far every time to buy me flowers."

"Little sister, why do you have to buy roses?" Rousi took Dao Mo's hand and slowly walked around the flower shop: "Look, this tulip is blooming so well, or this bouquet of lilies has a symbolic meaning. That’s great, there’s no need to pursue roses.”

"Thank you." Dao Mo nodded slightly and said thank you, and took his hand out of the silk hand: "But what I need today is roses."

After saying that, Dao Mo wanted to leave again.

"Wait!" Seeing that Dao Mo was determined to leave, Rousi grabbed her arm.

"What are you doing?" Dao Mo turned around with a somewhat unhappy expression. The owner of this flower shop was indeed enthusiastic, but sometimes excessive enthusiasm can make people annoying.

"Are you a doctor?" Rousi didn't care at all about Dao Mo's attitude: "I have a flower here, you must see it."

"No need!" Dao Mo waved his hand and shook off the flesh: "I just want to buy a bouquet of roses!"

"Oh." He was not angry even after the flesh was thrown away. He just sighed softly: "You kid, you are so stubborn. That's all. I have roses at home. Come and get them with me."

"Do you have any at home?" Dao Mo looked at the shredded meat warily.

This person first said no, and now he said yes, which was suspicious. If it weren't for the fact that there were no other flower shops nearby, Dao Mo would never talk nonsense with her here.

"Yes, yes." Rousi nodded: "After all, my roll call is rose, how could there be no roses?"

"Then you go get it. I'll wait for you here. Don't worry about me running away. I can give you the money in advance." Dao Mo would never go home easily with this capable person.

"No money, I don't sell the roses here." Rousi shook her head.

As soon as these words came out, Dao Mo immediately turned around and left.

"Hey, little sister, don't be so impatient. Just listen to what I have to say." Rousi sighed softly and said slowly: "If you want a rose, I can give it to you, but you have to tell me why you are so persistent."

"I don't need you to give it. I will give you exactly how much it costs." Dao Mo chewed the gift of shredded meat in a cold tone.

"Then I also want to know why." Rousi did not give in. "This is my bottom line. Those roses are my hard work. I will never sell them without sufficient reasons."

"Because I want to give it to my boyfriend." Dao Mo frowned.

She had made up her mind that if the boss lady in front of her said anything else, she would leave immediately.

"Boyfriend?" Rousi thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, how much do you want?"

"Four flowers." Dao Mo stretched out four fingers.

"Okay, please help me look at the store. I'll be back soon." Then she said something and got into the car: "Give me ten minutes."

"Alas!" Before Dao Mo could say anything, Rousi had already driven away.

…

"This is... Captain Zhao! Come and take a look!" A criminal policeman discovered something unusual in the corner.

"What's wrong?" Team Zhao, who was in charge of this case, heard the sound and hurriedly walked in that direction: "What did you find?"

"Captain Zhao, look!" The detective pointed to a group at the corner of the table.

"Manzhushahua?!" Captain Zhao exclaimed.

I saw half a bright red Manzhushahua plant painted on the corner of the table. It looked like it should have been painted with blood.

It is said to be Manzhu Shahua, but in fact it is difficult for people to identify what the painting is just by relying on those few thin lines, unless they have previous experience.

"How could it be?" Captain Zhao frowned: "Did he appear again? Didn't he disappear?"

Half a manjushuahua plant, this has been his nightmare, or rather, the police station’s nightmare.

This murderer once killed thirteen people in one night, and killed more than ten people in succession within half a month. He used the blood of the deceased to paint half of a manjushuahua plant at each murder scene.

When the city bureau dispatched almost everyone to look for him, the murderer seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

Captain Zhao was the one who was in charge of the case back then. During that time, Captain Zhao barely slept for more than ten days in order to find the murderer.

Later, the murderer did not kill anyone again, and the incident was gradually forgotten by the city bureau. Captain Zhao thought that this incident was a flash in the pan, but he did not expect that after a few years, "half a manzhushahua" would reappear in the world again.

"Captain Zhao..." The detective looked at Captain Zhao, his voice trembling.

"It's okay." Although Captain Zhao was also worried, he still shook his head: "It may not be him, and he has only killed one policeman so far."

"I'm not worried about this, Captain Zhao." The detective swallowed: "Captain Zhao, you...why do you have half a Manzhu Shahua embroidered on your sleeve?"

The detective said, pointing tremblingly at the sleeve of Captain Zhao's police uniform.