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 the sky blue imitation Jun kiln porcelain vase with a thin mouth. In the middle is a delicate and small European-style piano model with thin feet. The sound was about to come out.

In 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 got up late. When she rubbed her neck and went downstairs, Uncle Zhang was already scooping up jujube porridge. Order red dates."

Huo Zihong smiled, and asked casually, "What about 13,000?"

Kiyo didn't seem to hear, he was concentrating all his energy on a few dates, Uncle Zhang turned his head, winked at her with a strange expression, and then poked his head out with his mouth.

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

One thousand three and a half squatted at the door and did a horse stance, with both 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. It is "live" and the right hand is "should".

The combination is: I deserve it.

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

This kind of bad move, besides Kiyo, Huo Zihong sighed, took the wine off his head: "Come in and eat."

Into the house, 13,000 wobbled against the table but refused to sit, Huo Zihong stirred the porridge with a spoon, and said, "Who is in charge here, I can't even speak."

Kiyomo rolled his eyes ten thousand three times: "My red aunt tells you to sit and you sit!"

Ten thousand and thirty one excited, and sat down on the ground.

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

Kiyo 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 It is unavoidable.”

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

13,000 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. You really echoed the old saying. It's not that enemies don't get together. Someday I wouldn't be surprised if you two came to me hand in hand."

Kiyo said: "I am also looking forward to that day."

What does this 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 passed the door?"

13,000 looked at Huo Zihong with a weeping face: "Miss Boss, I have long wanted to belong to me. Little Boss Madam is such...excellent character, she deserves someone better...to match her."

…

After dinner, as usual, it was Uncle Zhang who took care of the chores and went to the bar to get ready. Huo Zihong was going to take a walk in the Batik Fabric Street. The popularity of tourism here is still high. For small handicrafts, batik tie-dye fabric art is a good choice.

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

Huo Zihong is a little strange, Kiyo has always been the least interested in these things, but let's be together, she is also going to explain some business matters to Kiyo.

Walking through the streets and alleys along the way, there are more and more pedestrians, and stalls of various snacks and fruits are also set up along the river. It is cautious to look around.

She thought it over, if Luo Ren has really arrived here, then the target must be Aunt Hong, she just stays close to Aunt Hong, if Luo Ren turns 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 killing harm for the people.

…

In the bar, 13,000 fingers are flying like flying, and the keyboard is clapping. In the latest update, his forest proprietress has already expressed "love" to him implicitly.

The netizens who followed up the post were obviously also excited.

—Damn! I have already guessed that this woman has evil intentions, sure enough!

——The host stands up! Never give in!

——I don't think so, I suggest that the landlord pretend to agree, grab 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?

…

One thousand three suddenly felt a cold on his back.

The id named "Obligation and repayment, 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 in the hotel.

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

You don’t even need to push it open. This is an old-fashioned wooden flower window. There are eighty-one small panes under the hollowed-out plum blossom carvings. It is transparent glass, coupled with the flower branches and leaves hanging on the flower wall, it is an excellent place to peep without revealing yourself.

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

Actually, 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 looked around from time to time 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, thinking that he would not dare to make a move?

***

Kiyo 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 wandering 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 Kiyo followed, Uncle Zhang greeted her: "Little proprietress, is someone bringing you something?"

Kiyo 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 to look, a little annoyed: "Uncle Zhang, could this be a courier? "

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

He came over and took a look, and 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. I don't bother to raise my head, and usually say with a nuzzle: "No, just throw it on the table."

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

Simply neat and convenient, who has the time to help her check, could it be the real bomb?

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

The grains are big and ruddy, and the color is full. 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 love strawberries?"

13,000 also raised 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 send a flower, this is not good, little proprietress, this kind of person who started to send fruits and strawberries, really fell in love, you can only receive garlic Green onions..."

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

Uncle Zhang and Wan San didn't move.

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... a waste."

"Yes." Uncle Zhang's voice was also serious, "This kind...is it called cream strawberry, and it weighs more than twenty pounds?"

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

md, don't eat for nothing.

***

In the evening, Muyo took a moment to look away, and mentioned his worries to Huo Zihong. Huo Zihong was annoyed and funny: "That's why you've been nagging all day long?"

Kiyo was in a hurry: "If there is no conclusive evidence, I would like to call the police. Aunt Hong, if that person is really an accomplice of the murderer, how dangerous it is."

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

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

Suddenly Kiyo remembered the photos in Li Tan's wallet, "Are you really just his student?" 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 has a headache during the day, she still stubbornly follows. At night, she either does not sleep, or sleeps extremely vigilantly. For those who practice martial arts, if there is always a nerve in their brains to remind them, then even the slightest sound can be heard. Make people wake up quickly.

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 lady boss, did you go to be a thief at night?"

A thief?

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

It must have succeeded, the location of the crime 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 was doing, but it was like a stone sinking into the ocean.

At around twelve o'clock this 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 and again. His face was bloodshot like a rabbit's.

Suddenly, I was very annoyed. If you want to come, you will come. You are not afraid of you when you start a fight.

It turns out that this is the reason for one effort, then decline, and three exhaustion.

The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang, and he took it out to see that 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 said 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.

Roads, river streets, longan weeds, the signboard that never sleeps, it seems that there is no one at all in the shadows, and it seems that there are people there.

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