Ten-Dimensional Covenant [Unlimited]

He turned the book to the page of Tiandihui: "The first deceased, hawthorn hair cake.

Typical oriental cuisine, but he was smeared with ketchup that belongs to western cuisine.For the same reason, there is also spicy strips, which is also a typical oriental delicacy, but what is smeared is the chili sauce that belongs to the south.There is almost no corresponding one. "

I was confused by this correspondence, and my head was already confused: "That means it's not the second type."

"But the corresponding relationship of the first five flavors and eight trigrams is not perfect." He thought,

"Hawthorn fat cake and spicy strips represent sour and spicy respectively, and indeed correspond to tomato sauce and chili sauce one by one. But here comes the question, the yogurt is covered with sweet salad dressing, can she really represent sweetness?"

"That depends on how sweet she is." I answered honestly.

But he thinks I'm a jerk: "Yeah, if you want to judge whether taiyaki is sweet or sour, it depends on how much vinegar you put in it."

I scratched the belly of the fish, not understanding what he was talking about: "Taiyaki with vinegar? Which country eats this?"

He was speechless. After a long silence, he said helplessly: "Well, I was wrong. Taiyaki is sweet, and it will always be sweet."

I scratched the belly of the fish again, wait, is he running on me again.

Just when I was about to retort, he brought the topic back on track: "In this world, there are countless sweet foods. What do you think is the reason why the murderer made the second target Miss Yogurt?"

I secretly scolded him for his cunning, but still reluctantly replied: "Maybe it's because sun cakes taste better with yogurt."

He said nothing: "..."

I answered again: "It may be that the murderer feels that the gods of traditional food are tired of eating and wants to innovate."

He still didn't say a word: "..."

I rushed to answer again: "Maybe..."

He interrupted my possibility, and said his two possibilities: "First, our speculation is wrong, the murderer's killing pattern does not follow five flavors and gossip.

Second, the murderer had an accident during the murder, forcing him to kill the yogurt. "

"Accident?" I chewed on these words, and suddenly my thoughts surged, "Could it be that..."

"It's hard to say..." There was a faint gleam in his eyes, and he encouraged me to continue.

Me: "Could it be that the apartment in the banana apartment is too cold, the murderer's eyes were frozen and he suffered from temporary snow blindness?"

The light in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and he was silent for a while, "I'm so stupid to have expectations of you. From now on, I will deprive you of the right to speak."

cut.Let me say I'm not happy with either.

Seeing that I shut up, he nodded in satisfaction: "I just chatted with Miss Suanmei, and Miss Yogurt has nothing to do with the first deceased, Hawthorn Hair Cake, and she has no friends in the community where Fa Cake died, and she hasn't been there recently. Passing there meant that she could not have seen the murderer.

But the murderer made her a target.There is only one reason. "

He scratched my fish scales and forced me to open my heavy eyelids: "Her occupation."

"What occupation?" My head was a little dizzy.

"Librarian." He smiled calmly, his eyes glowing with wisdom, "Whether it's Wuwei Bagua or Tiandihui, they are all outcasts of the old era. Ordinary people may have heard of them, but how to operate them, use What kind of sacrifices, what about the sacrificial rituals, few people understand. This means that he needs to check the information."

I suddenly realized: "You mean that the cloaked man sneaked into the library at night, but was hit by yogurt?"

He seemed to be choking on the mango double skin milk, and coughed several times, "I don't know if the murderer is the kind of idiot who takes off his pants and farts, but you must be."

what happened?I was shocked, had his contempt been so naked?Who gave him the guts?

I raised my fist and it was hanging over his head.

He folded his arms around his chest, and his green eyes were full of coquettishness and coldness, without any fear at all.

I:"…"

My fins landed uncontrollably on his back, smoothing his air.

Damn, traitor, I cursed my fins for nothing.

Turning to him again, he said, "Don't be too happy. My fins are no longer under the control of my brain. This is its idea, not mine."

He said slowly: "I understand. As we all know, your brain is just a decoration."

"Just know." I am very satisfied with his self-knowledge, "Next time you force Lai Lai, I will smash your head."

Sure enough, he no longer forced Lai Lai.Instead, he pressed his temple and looked at me speechlessly.

I was a little embarrassed by him, and rubbed the head of the fish: "What's the matter, is there something dirty on my face?"

He: "No, look at your cuteness."

Tch, I am the Lord of the Dead Sea, and I have heard more flattery than he has eaten salt.How could he be coaxed by his flattery.

"What else do we need to check next?" I was in high spirits.

He didn't give a clear answer, but brought up the old story again, "Just now I saw you chatting with that sour plum girl very happily."

"Ha." I laughed out loud, and I've never seen anyone more jealous than him, "Why, you want me to reject her in front of you?"

"No. Go and hook her up. It's best to ask for the surveillance video of the library these days." He hid his matchstick-like hand under the book, and pointed to the sour plum that had been peeping at us.

Wait, this script is not right!

I refused at first.

But after repeated begging from his nose and tears, I finally showed mercy and gave him the kindness that was not much in stock.

I go to the sour plum.

In just a few minutes, she painted a small fresh light makeup.The black-brown hawthorn paste outlines the slender eyebrows, and the tangerine peel eye shadow exudes a unique fragrance.

The lip balm is licorice-flavored, with a slightly sweet cooling effect.Although not strong, it matches her temperament very well.

You ask me how do I know?It was all dictated by that rubbish, in order to make it easier for me to hook up with girls.

I say this compliment.

Her face blushed suddenly, like a monkey's butt hanging from a treetop.

I looked at the trash, his lips and nose were covered by a fashion magazine, only his green eyes were showing, he was smiling, and he secretly gave me a compliment.

I am not happy at all.At this time, shouldn't he be jealous?

It was the sour breath of the sour plum girl that drew my attention back: "What's the matter, brother, you might as well speak up."

She lowered her head delicately.

I went straight to the point: "Can I have a look at your surveillance video?"

"Surveillance video? What is this?" The sour plum girl looked confused.

"This is... ah bah." I was almost led into a ditch by her.There is no surveillance video here. I looked at the garbage, and he seemed a little surprised, but he quickly reacted, wrote a board, and put it up in his hand: close up, and asked Yogurt who he had communicated with before he died.

I took the order in the face of danger, without arrogance or rashness: "I am a reporter, and I want to investigate the situation of epidemic depression. Do you know who Yogurt had an affair with before she died?"

Sister Suanmei's face turned red all of a sudden: "My sister is already dead, why are you still making trouble? It's just too deceitful!"

I could see her affection for me drop from 100 to 0, like putting a thermometer in boiling water into a freezer.

I scratched my belly, I didn't know what I said wrong, and I took out my fist again under the irritability.

As a representative of hardcore detectives, he naturally had to use hardcore methods to solve the case.

At this moment, an orchid-like sigh sounded in my ears, and the garbage had come to me at some point.

"Miss Sour Plum, don't be angry." He took out a cooling spray and handed it to Sour Mei in a gentlemanly manner, "I know that in the eyes of many people, tabloid reporters are synonymous with hooligans. But he is different, he is still becoming the head of hooligans." On the way, I still retain a sense of justice in my heart.”

I was overwhelmed by his nonsensical words, and I took over this sense of justice that had never appeared in me.

The sour plum girl's expression was a little loose, and she covered her lips: "Master Dark Chocolate."

"Just call me by my name." He showed a hypocritical but charming smile, like a bright but poisonous flower in the rainforest,

"My friend has been investigating the solution to the epidemic of depression. In the process, he discovered a strange thing. Some of the officially announced deaths were not due to illness. They were homicides."

"He killed him!" The sour plum girl gasped.

"This includes your friend who has been taking care of you and caring about your sister Yogurt." He added.

"This, this is not true." The sour plum girl stumbled back a few steps with a shocked expression on her face.

"Do you want to help her? Help her find the truth?"

I feel like a passing fly, huddled in a dark and uninhabited corner.Watching the singers with heavy make-up on the stage sing their bewitching voices.

I was completely sidelined and he took center stage.

The sour plum girl was fooled by him and couldn't find her way, so she soon joined our camp.As she recalled, we found some unusual signs.

It turned out that Yogurt's latest blind date worked in a funeral home. The day before her death, the two went on a date at a fast-food restaurant. After returning, something was wrong with Yogurt.

According to Sister Meizi’s recollection, the two were on duty that day. She put a cart of books back on the bookshelf, and was about to leave after packing everything, but saw that the yogurt, which had always been active, was not finished.

She was puzzled, and went to the AG bookshelf that Yogurt was in charge of, but saw that Yogurt was not working. She was sitting on a chair, with books piled up in front of her, not the latest popular bestsellers - "Wrap Me in the Pot and Meat Again", or "The Way Through Time" Juicy Duck Neck".

What she was reading was the outdated "Old Things of Folklore". The book was placed on the shelf and had not been turned over for decades, and a layer of dust would fall down in a rustle.

Suanmei was puzzled: "Sister, why are you reading this book?"

Yogurt didn't answer, but thoughtfully said: "Do you think that if a person is in the late stage of depression and has no hope in his whole life, will he do some extreme behavior?"

"What excesses?"

"for example…"

"Like what?" the trash asked.

"I'm the sister who asked the same question, but she didn't answer." Sour Plum replied.

I think I have to stand up and say something, "She must have the same thoughts as me, the murderer is a patient with epidemic depression, and she kills to make herself more delicious."

Garbage thought for a while: "Maybe she thinks so, but in fact, depressed patients generally have low mood, slow thinking, and decreased willpower. They are rarely capable of planning such a serial murder."

I don't accept it, I am also a depression patient, but it is not a problem to kill seventeen or eight.

"What nonsense?" He punched me in the belly of the fish. It didn't hurt, but it still pissed me off.

Shift, don't expect me to show you my belly in the future.I gouged him out bitterly.

He secretly tugged on my fin as a gesture of favor.

I ignored him, he pulled again, I hummed twice, for the sake of his good attitude of admitting his mistakes, I forgive him for being bold this time.

But absolutely no next time.

Then came the boring time, which was not bad as I expected.Sour plum and yogurt are indeed a pair of plastic sisters. She doesn't even know when her sister returns home, what car she takes, who she meets, what time she goes to bed, and whether she drinks milk before going to bed.

Just shake your head, shake your head like a rattle.

At the end of the question, the rubbish was gone, so I could only thank her hypocritically, handed her my phone number, and told her to call if I remembered anything.

Leaving the library and returning to the underground garage, I opened the car door and got in with a bang.

"It's about the same as I thought." He also got into the car with a solemn expression, "The murderer didn't put on a disguise when he came. The deceased Yogurt should have seen his true face. At the same time, he also saw the book in his hand, the book that records the cult rituals .

They probably knew each other, maybe even greeted each other.It's just that no one took the meeting seriously at first.Until the first homicide.After Yogurt began to suspect the murderer. "

"Then let's check the borrowing records and we'll find out?" Leaning on the soft cushion, I felt alive.

"If I were a murderer, I would never leave a record. I would check all the information in the library, and then pat my ass and leave." He closed the car door and turned the key.

"Hey, wait." I touched my backpack and found that the press card had fallen off again at some point.

"Will it be in the library?"

"Can you get it for me? I'm a little dizzy from the library."

He didn't understand my physical discomfort at all, and drove me out of the car.

With heavy steps, I stepped into the library again.

The press card was lost at the front desk, the sour plum girl is a nice person, she not only put it away for me, but also didn't accuse me of having a crush on her.

When we were parting, I asked in a strange way: "A few days before your sister died, that garbage... oh no, did the dark chocolate come?"

She shook her head.

I asked, "Are you sure?"

She was anxious: "Master Dark Chocolate is a role model for my generation, if he comes, I can't know it."

"A role model? Baked buns are almost the same." I snorted and tossed my press card back and forth, "What about ice cream, have you ever seen it?"

"I have some impressions." She thought for a moment, "I remember that it was raining that day, and there were few people in the library. He didn't hold an umbrella, and the ice cream fell in the rain. Sister Yogurt spent a lot of energy on the book. I just cleaned it up."

"Do you know which books he read?" I asked.

Sour Plum shook her head.

I was a little annoyed, and there was nothing I could do about her, so I said, "Show me the borrowing records of "Thirteen Signs of Feng Shui" and "Folk Custom Chronicles."

Although that rubbish said that the murderer couldn't make such a low-level mistake, what if, what if he couldn't figure it out?

Sour plum quickly handed me the book.I took out the borrowing record, checked the names, and kept sliding my eyes.

I was looking for the name of ice cream or dark chocolate, but an unexpected but reasonable person appeared on the list-golden sun cake.

Shuang Yan...

I stared at the name for a long time without saying a word.All the evidence points to her, which makes me suspicious.

really her?I looked at the date registered on the record card again, and for a moment, my brain seemed to explode.

Five months ago, the meteorite fell into the sea, and all the strange things rose up.

Seeing me staring at the name, Suanmei whispered, "I know this person."

The impression left on her by this name was so deep that even five months later, it was still as fresh as if it had been stored in a freezer.

Seems to spew out whenever the owner opens the fridge.

In the narration of yogurt, I understand the whole story.

It was one day five months ago, I can't remember the exact date.Yogurt is on a small night shift, and the working hours are from 6:12 pm to [-]:[-] midnight.

The residents of Witch Town don't go out very much at night, so there are only her and an old man living alone who is covered with mildew - cranberry biscuit in the library.

There was silence all around.The shadow of the tree was swaying under the dim light. The old man was sitting on the chair, not sure if he was dozing off. His wrinkled skin drooped on his skinny frame, looking a bit eerie.

But Suanmei has been working here for many years, and she is not afraid of the night, so she only flips through the best-selling books, dreaming about a love story of her own.

Just then a woman walked into the library.

She was wearing a black high-waisted dress.The long fiery red hair is scattered over the shoulders, and it is tied up in a small bun with a silver hair ornament embellished with dew. It is indescribably noble and gorgeous, like a dazzling ruby.

However, no matter how pretty her face is, she is also a contemptible human being, despised by food.

Suanmei only glanced away for a couple of times before turning her eyes away, and re-indulging in her pot-packed prince.

I don't know how much time passed, until the fingers wearing white lace gloves tapped a few times on the table.

Sour plum noticed her again.

At this moment, the distance between the two was less than one meter, and many details that I hadn't noticed just now appeared before my eyes one by one.

That woman is very fragrant, very mellow and thick, mixed with a bitterness between fruit sour and wine sour.You can recognize the source of this fragrance by smelling the sour plum, Herboba's latest fragrance preparation, with an eternal aftertaste.

The price of a single piece is 13140, which is a price that she has been prohibitive in her life.

What the mysterious woman wanted to borrow was the "Thirteen Aspects of Feng Shui", which recorded the gossip and gossip. Sour Mei didn't say much, took out the borrowing record on the cover page, and said, "Library card."

"I don't have a library card," the woman said.

Sour Plum: "Then get one now, your resident card?"

The woman seemed a little embarrassed: "I'm not a resident of Witch Town, I just wandered here."

Suanmei noticed the two words she used, and couldn't help muttering in her heart, which young lady ran away from home?

But no matter how rich this lady is, the rules are the rules. In the Witch Town library, without a resident card, you can't get a borrowing card.

The mysterious woman seemed to be in a dilemma. After thinking for a while, he suddenly took out a bottle of something from his exquisite handbag and secretly stuffed it into the hands of Sour Plum.

"I wonder if you can accommodate me?"

Sour Plum was at a loss at first, but when she saw what was in her hand, she was so startled that she almost didn't jump up. Herboba's latest fragrance preparation has an eternal aftertaste.

The price of a single bottle is 13140, a fragrance that will only appear in her dreams in this life.

Still brand new.

Her heart was beating like a drum, and her professional integrity and persistence vanished into thin air at this moment.

She looked around and saw no one around, so she secretly applied for a library card for the woman, and handed her the book.

To this day, that fairy-tale night still appears in her dreams.

I rubbed Yu's chin, and spent more than 10000 for a library card. Shuang Yan is out of his mind, right?

"Then did she come again later?"

"I never saw her again," replied Sour Plum.

Seeing that there was no more news, I said goodbye without hesitation.

Back in the car, I told the garbage about this memory of the sour plum.

After listening to the rubbish, I was thoughtful. I thought he would say something, and I was very interested, but he changed the subject and said indifferently: "Why does the description of this mysterious woman sound like a person?"

I:"…"

He: "Why did you ask her? You left me and went back to the library just for her? What else did you hide from me?"

"Uh..." I smelled vinegar again, I swear, this time it was not my illusion, "Don't get me wrong, this is what Suanmei said accidentally, I didn't mean to ask. I don't know that mysterious woman."

"Oh, really." He sneered, "Then I can answer your first question now."

He paused, and used his usual opening remarks: "Why would she give away such an expensive fragrance? There are two possibilities. First, she has a lot of money, and second, her boyfriend has a lot of money. You Which do you think it is?"

He looked at me with a half-smile.

shift, I knew I couldn't hide it from him, and now I'm like a fish on a cutting board, waiting for the knife to fall.

The only choice is his own way of death, so which one is faster, beheading or beheading?

He didn't give me a chance to think.Urging me to answer his question like a life-threatening.

I was as anxious as a sea bream on a hot pan, but suddenly I realized, why should I be so cowardly?

His takoyaki likes sun cakes, what's the matter with my takoyaki?

Thinking of this, my back straightened, my eyes became brighter, and even the red beans in my head seemed to be fuller: "Why are you eating so much vinegar? Her boyfriend has a lot of money. Your boyfriend doesn't have money." Is there too much?"

"My boyfriend, who is my boyfriend?"

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Two in one, understand everything.

There is only one line in this case. After all, it needs to be solved by Hanhan, so it can't be too complicated.

The candidates for the murderer have also come out.Choose one of four happiness.