The enemy is wearing a vest [Infinite Stream]

When Ling Lin walked to the door, Zhan Mohan had already stepped in. He was standing in the room observing the painting in the room.

Mrs. Ding, or Jin Baoer's body was still lying there, her eyes were wide open, as if she couldn't believe it, Qiu Wu squatted on the ground to examine the body, Qiu Wu uncovered her clothes, there were many whip wounds on her stomach .

Ling Lin glanced over to see it, but turned his eyes away. He looked at the decoration in the room. After a few minutes, the old lady came over. She was helped by the servant and approached.

"A crime! Who harmed you! What's going on!"

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A group of people were sitting in the hall. Unlike yesterday's laughter, the atmosphere was obviously dull today. Mr. Ding, who had just finished answering the phone, came over with an ugly expression on his face.

"The phone to the police station was not connected, the mountain was blocked by heavy snow, and the signal was cut off. We were trapped here."

Qiu Wu sarcastically said, "We are trapped here with the murderer."

"Not only that," Ling Lin said suddenly: "There is not only a murderer among us, but there may also be a next victim."

As soon as this sentence came out, the whole living room fell silent.

Teacher Wang with curly hair said with a dry smile, "It's not that scary..."

"Let's talk about what each of you did last night?" said the tall and strong man next to Qiu Wu with a hint of superiority.

Mr. Wang was displeased: "What do you mean! Are you treating us all as murderers?!"

The tall and strong man has a calm expression: "Indeed, objectively speaking, each of us may be the murderer, including me."

Ling Lin sat at the farthest side of the sofa. He observed everyone calmly, focusing on the five NPCs except the taskers.

Mr. Ding, the owner of this villa, had an ugly expression, which is what he should have done, after all, it was his wife who was killed.

Mr. Ding's mother was sitting next to Mr. Ding, with her hands on her chest, as if she was about to fall over.

Wang, who made the steak yesterday, was always a big boss. He encountered this incident and was regarded as a murderer. Obviously this made him very unhappy, with suppressed anger on his face.

Ms. Wang, the curly-haired tutor and housekeeper, is worried, with a sad and frightened expression.

The only young man whose identity he didn't know was sitting next to Miss Wang, with a... sarcasm?

Except for this young man, everyone behaved in a proper way.

So, who is the murderer?

A few minutes of silence.

Ms. Wang said again: "We are all very sad about Bao'er, but,"

"Are you sad?" The young man with a sarcastic expression suddenly interrupted her, and he sneered sharply as soon as he opened his mouth: "You have been jealous of her for so many years, it would be good if you don't stand up and cheer now!"

Ms. Wang's expression turned extremely ugly in an instant. Just as she was about to speak, Mr. Ding stood up and said, "Han Sheng, what do you mean!"

When the young man named Han Sheng saw this scene, he said sharply: "What do you mean, you two don't know, do you think no one can see the things you are flirting with each other!!!"

Mr. Ding rushed forward when he heard this sentence.

"That's enough, what are you going to do!" The old lady yelled, rubbing her chest, "Sit down for me!"

Mr. Ding suppressed his anger, stared hard at Han Sheng and sat down.

"Coward!" Han Sheng said mockingly, then turned and went upstairs.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while, and the faces of Mr. Wang and Mr. Ding with curly hair were even uglier than before, almost blacker than the bottom of the pot.

Ling Lin took a sip of hot tea. He had seen this kind of thing a lot in the real world. It seemed that if they wanted to find the murderer, they had to explore the relationship behind these NPCs.

"Sorry, I made everyone laugh." Mr. Ding eased his emotions and tried to whitewash the peace, but obviously he didn't convince himself, his face was embarrassed and ugly.

"Hmph!" Mr. Wang got up and left.

"Here," Mr. Ding looked at Mr. Wang's leaving back in embarrassment, sighed, and then turned to Ling Lin: "Is the young master okay? I wanted you to come here to recuperate, but I didn't expect it, did you scare me?"

His attitude was a bit cautious, Ling Lin guessed that the identity of his body was probably more valuable, as could be seen from the attitudes of these NPCs and the names they called him.

Ling Lin couldn't decide how to behave himself, so he just kept bowing his head and remained silent.

Mr. Ding had no choice but to look at Zhan Mohan: "Mr. Zhan, please comfort the young master."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Lin's heart trembled.

That uncomfortable feeling of voyeurism came again.

Zhan Mohan naturally leaned over and hugged Ling Lin, the faint scent of Zhan Mohan filled Ling Lin's nose as he approached.

Ling Lin became stiff all over, but he knew that he must not break free.

Eyes hiding in the shadows were watching them.

Clenching his fists tightly, Ling Lin resisted the urge to punch Zhan Mohan directly, and curled up in Zhan Mohan's arms, wanting to hold his breath!

"I will, don't worry Mr. Ding." He heard Zhan Mohan reply.

Mr. Ding said a few more words, and the old lady and Teacher Wang didn't want to continue to comfort them, so they went to rest after a few words.

As the sound of the old lady's footsteps disappeared, the peeping sight also disappeared. Ling Lin quickly stood up and moved aside. Zhan Mohan didn't care. He put down his arms and sat back leisurely. He glanced at the tasker who was still in the hall.

"The King of the Eastern District seems to know you very well?" Qiu Wu suddenly said, looking at Ling Lin inquiringly.

Zhan Mohan chuckled lightly, and took off his hand on his temple.

With this action, the three taskers sitting opposite couldn't help but look back with serious expressions, and their hands touched the place where weapons or cards were supposed to be placed.

The performance is exactly the same, as if facing the enemy.

Ling Lin: "..."? ? ?

He looked at Zhan Mohan, but didn't see what he was doing, but those three people seemed to have seen some extremely terrifying opponents.

Keeping a faint smile, Zhan Mohan got up and left, knowing that his figure was completely invisible, the three people relaxed a little.

"Did you know the King of the Eastern District before?" Qiu Wu asked inquiringly.

"I don't know." Ling Lin answered very bluntly, and found another seat to sit down, which was far away from where Zhan Mohan had sat.

Without it, disgust!

Ling Lin didn't like the smell of Zhan Mohan very early on, and this was probably the first time he saw Zhan Mohan.

It was a clean and long-lasting smell. According to a gossip post in their high school, it was a cold and mysterious smell that belonged exclusively to Zhan Mohan.

Ling Lin disagreed. He felt that the smell of Zhan Mohan was like the smell of ice and snow hidden in the ice cellar for thousands of years. It was sharp and aggressive, hard and cold, and could be ranked among the top three smells he hated the most.

"I advise you to behave yourself and don't take yourself too seriously." Qiu Wu looked at Ling Lin's indifferent answer and threatened.

Ling Lin smiled instead: "Of course I'm not a thing, but I don't know if some people are in a hurry to stop being a human being and insist on making things."

He won't bother with someone like Qiu Wu who thinks he has an advantage and keeps making enemies without knowing what to do.

Qiu Wu choked for a moment: "Do you know who you are talking to?"

"Heh." Ling Lin laughed mockingly, didn't bother to talk about it, and stood up directly to go back to the room. Since Qiu Wu came to him for some reason before, as long as the reason didn't disappear, he wouldn't touch him easily.

What's more, can Qiu Wu really touch him?

He has to go back to his room to think about the current situation, and he has no time to spend with this kind of people.

"Brother Ling, what shall we do next?" Ruan Shushu followed up and asked.

Ling Lin said: "What is your personal mission?"

Ruan Shushu said: "It is to find out the identity of the main NPC, now only Han Sheng is left."

Ruan Shushu's luck was as good as ever, Ling Lin said: "Go back to your room and rest first, I will find you when I have a plan."

"Alright then, Brother Ling, my room is at Room 205."

The two went back to their rooms, Ling Lin opened the door and went in, Zhan Mohan sat at the table and read an unknown book.

"Why are they so afraid of you?" Ling Lin asked after closing the door.

"Afraid?" Zhan Mohan turned over a page of the book, snorted and said, "Master Ling, why don't you guess?"

Ling Lin rolled his eyes.

"What do you think of love?" Zhan Mohan suddenly asked.

Ling Lin sat lazily on the soft sofa in the room, and replied casually: "It's the sense of responsibility and trust that accompany you."

Because of the incident in the morning, there was no breakfast this morning. Ling Lin took out the lollipop card and conjured a lollipop into his mouth.

"Naive." Zhan Mohan closed the book and gave his own comments.

"Hypocrisy and deceit are the essence of love."

"Oh, is that so?" Ling Lin replied blankly, "You are really realistic."

He doesn't want to have a verbal argument with Zhan Mohan now.

Because he thought of a clue that he ignored yesterday.

He may have found a suspect.

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The holidays are even busier, but fortunately, I caught up with the update.