Seven Evil Slips:

After the accident, Pinting stayed at Xiaoshanghe's house, under the care of Zheng Bo. 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 both Zheng Bo and the nurses, it is a light job, because Pin Ting's madness is not the type of screaming and screaming, she is so quiet that she is almost dull, often sitting on the ground from morning till night, occasionally stretching He made a move, pointing to the carpet without any stains in fear.

The "something wrong" Zheng Bo said dates back to several nights ago.

Due to its geographical location, the 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 alert to other changes.

He slept until midnight that day, and woke up with a jerk.

There is a faint singing voice, hovering in the empty room like a filament.

Ping Ting is singing.

Ping 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.

Bo Zheng hesitated again and again, but decided to go over 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 is always locked, but for the convenience of looking after and delivering things, the upper half of the door is closed. Part of it was changed to look like a fence.

This is why the singing sounds so clear. This room is not soundproof.

In the middle of the night, walking along with 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 Pin 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, eight words." Zheng Bo tried hard to recall, "She sang, Duan Zhu, Xu Zhu, Flying Rabbit or Bandits, 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 and Luo Ren.

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. Dare to ask with great fanfare, I was looking at faces one by one on the street, two days ago, a car entered Xiaoshang River, I saw the driver, I saw the driver..."

He was speechless with excitement.

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

Kiyo feels a headache, how should he tell Li Tan, things are not what he thinks, why do 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 seems to be a solemn and stirring tone of Yi Shuihan.

Kiyoko 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 in my heart: Why should I call him first when such a person leaves without saying a word?

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

"Thank you."

Kiyo was suddenly unhappy: "You have kung fu, I know he can't beat you, don't hurt him for a while, he is very 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 his life be? A ridiculous thing happened.

Tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep and had a strange dream, dreaming that I 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 impressively in his hand, the screen is on, and the timed call time is increasing 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 climbed over the wall and came in. It's a pity that you reminded... He was **** and 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... The most annoying thing is that I don't bother to explain to him... I can't explain it to him..." I can’t listen to it.”

Poor man, his teeth itch when people hate him. Suddenly, Kiyo's blood surged up, 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, suddenly saw a ray of light coming from under the crack of the door.

Shouldn't be asleep yet, Kiyo hesitated for a moment, but still knocked on the door.

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

In her room, only the desk lamp on the table was on, and there were many books of various patterns, picture books, and more than a dozen patterns that were copied or imitated. Huo Zihong took one and reflected the light Show her that this one is for architectural decoration patterns, one is the pattern of water chestnut flowers and the other is the pattern of lotus flowers and waterfowl.

"Nowadays, most of the cloth patterns 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..."

I talked a lot more, but Kiyo didn't listen. She stared at the soup bowl on the table. Soup.

Looking at Mu Xunuan's light, I went to copy the pattern one by one, and drank a sip of sweet soup when I 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 fell silent.

After a while, Huo Zihong gently placed 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, then glanced at Li Tan, who had a ferocious face, got up and walked to the quiet corridor outside, his breathing suddenly became 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. Li Tan is even more serious. Needless to say, I spent most of my life on this matter..."

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

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

She activated the screen of the phone so that Huo Zihong could see who was calling, and then handed the phone to Huo Zihong.

Kiyo didn't pick it up, didn't speak, 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, and it's dark and rumbling, and I can't see anything.

There is 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 have been 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 as I was 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.

Around ten o'clock, she felt something was wrong. Usually at this point, even if it wasn't full of people downstairs, the people who had been making trouble for a long time would not be able to sleep peacefully.

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

Yes, after spending the whole night with the quilt, when I woke up, the heat of chivalry and indignation had subsided. Not very clear.

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

The downstairs is very dark. Usually when the door is open for business, the house is full of sunshine. Obviously, not only did the door not open, but the curtains that had been rolled up were also lowered.

Kiyo took three steps and made two steps, and ran downstairs.

Auntie Hong was not there, 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 didn't seem to be thinking about eating, and they faced each other over the cold porridge bowl Speechless, hearing footsteps, the two looked at Kiyo in unison.

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

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

Uncle Zhang replied: "I have traveled far away."

As she spoke, she pushed a mobile phone over. Her mobile phone was slipped to Aunt Hong last night and fell to the ground, but she didn't pick up the mobile phone.

"Knocked on my door at four o'clock in the morning and told me to go out to relax, but didn't say when I would 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 you have the feeling of explaining the 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.

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

Luo Ren interrupted her: "Muyo, don't worry, is your aunt Hong gone? She mentioned to me that it's not because of you, but for other reasons."

Really? Kiyo felt better.

"Kiyo?"

"Huh?"

"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."