The enemy is wearing a vest [Infinite Stream]

Ling Lin recalled the scene last night. After he finished chatting with Mr. Wang, he subconsciously glanced at Mr. Wang when he got up. At that time, he felt that his belt was not right.

Now that I think about it, there is a small piece of belt that is not the right color.

Bite into the crushed candy, Ling Lin recalled the scene yesterday, he remembered the welt marks on Jin Baoer's body this morning...

"Will the evidence before people's eyes be true?" Ling Lin murmured.

"That depends on the final verification." Zhan Mohan's voice sounded beside him, and Ling Lin turned around and saw this person standing by the window next to him at some point.

Seeing Ling Lin looking over, he directly held a book in front of his eyes.

"What is this?" Ling Lin took the book and shook it first to let off the smell, as if he didn't even want to touch it, with an extremely vivid expression of criticism.

Unexpectedly, a note was shaken out.

Ling Lin: ...

Zhan Mohan: ...

The two looked at each other, and they both saw speechlessness in each other's eyes.

Twitching the corner of his mouth, Ling Lin still picked up the note and read it without hesitation.

It is a small poem, with scribbled pen marks, it can be seen that the owner was in a messy mood when writing this poem.

I love you like a sunflower cannot live without the sun,

I love you like a fish cannot live without water,

But your love will eventually consume me,

Like night swallows my body,

leaving only my eyes,

in the dark,

anywhere you can't see,

watching you cry,

watching you smile,

Looking at your bloody hands,

And clumsy lies,

I love you,

With my eyes, love you.

Ling Lin's clear voice read out this little paranoid poem, and he always thought it was weird when he thought of those peeping eyes that always appeared suddenly.

Zhan Mohan looked out the window, but didn't think about the poem. He remembered that there was a recitation competition in high school. That time, it was to select people who would give speeches in the province. He and Ling Lin were both popular candidates, voted by the students. , That time he won, narrowly.

But he himself voted for Ling Lin.

When Ling Lin recites poems, it feels like the first snow falling in Beicheng. It is clear, pure, soothing and gentle, and it piles up one after another, burying the whole person.

"What do you think this poem means?" Ling Lin raised the piece of paper with one hand and asked him.

His voice brought Zhan Mohan back to his senses, and Zhan Mohan slowly turned his head.

Ling Lin was a little dazed for a moment, he seemed to see a hint of... nostalgia and tenderness from Zhan Mohan's expression?No matter how sure you are, it's clear that it's still that cold face that can't be melted, which is extremely annoying.

"This book tells a love story." Zhan Mohan did not directly answer Ling Lin's question, but instead said: "The heroine and the hero in the book are each other's first love. After seven years of marriage, the hero cheated and started to have sex with each other. The heroine is suing for their joint property."

"Tacky and old-fashioned." Ling Lin has no emotions. He has a strong ability to empathize, but he is rarely moved by love stories, because he clearly understands that they are all fake: "Where did you get this book?"

Zhan Mohan didn't change his face: "Jin Baoer's room, on her desk."

Ling Lin was silent, he couldn't help admiring, he thought he was already relatively shameless in this game, he didn't expect someone to be even more shameless, everyone remembers and wonders that when a person dies, this person can still think about how he came from others Steal books from the room.

Still so calm.

Can't compare, he still needs to learn and improve.

"Thank you for the clue." Ling Lin picked up the note, put the book aside, and said, "I also report a clue. There is something wrong with Mr. Wang's belt. The width of his belt seems to be the same as the welt on Jin Baoer's body." Similar width, just a discovery, not guaranteed to be true."

He frowned when he said this discovery. If Jin Baoer was really killed by Mr. Wang, Ling Lin felt that Mr. Wang deserved to be cut to pieces.

Zhan Mohan nodded and continued to look out the window.

Ling Lin lowered his head and thought about this love poem for a while, combined with Zhan Mohan's love story, the implied meaning of this little poem is that the husband is the murderer?

Jin Baoer's husband is Mr. Ding?

There are too few clues to come up with, so Ling Lin simply went out, why not go and investigate that Mr. Wang first.

Regardless of Zhan Mohan, Ling Lin went out to find Ruan Shushu, and the two went to knock on Mr. Wang's door together, but there was no response after knocking for half a minute, Ling Lin had a bad feeling.

The two went downstairs and asked the servant who was cleaning the living room. The servant's expression was obviously not good. They were the ones who dealt with Jin Baoer's body in the morning. The old lady ordered them to put Jin Baoer's body in ice. In the utility room next to the maid's room.

They must be afraid, but there is nothing they can do to work here.

The servant was also puzzled when he heard their question, saying that he didn't see it.

Just after a murder case happened, several people thought of the worst outcome at the same time.

"Perhaps Mr. Wang has gone to someone else's room. Mr. Wang likes to drop by." The servant didn't know who he was comforting: "It's not good to be too suspicious."

Then he took the rag and went to the other side.

"Brother Ling, will he..." Ruan Shushu swallowed.

Ling Lin looked solemn, and he also had a bad premonition in his heart. He just found a clue, and now the clue has been cut off.

"Shall we call the others out now?" Ruan Shushu asked.

"No, no need," Ling Lin looked up at the clock and said, "Even if we call everyone over, I'm afraid they won't come back."

They are in the light, but the murderer is in the dark.

After that, Ling Lin took a look around the villa. The structure of the whole villa is simple. After all, it takes a lot of effort to build a villa in such an inaccessible mountain forest, and there is no condition to build it too luxuriously.

On the first floor, there are only the hall, the kitchen, and two side halls on the left and right. The hall is divided into a dining room and a living room, and the clock is placed in the middle.

A spiral staircase leads to the second floor. The structure of the second floor is simpler. There are only rooms in a T-shape. The old lady lives in the front, and the next two are the rooms of Mr. Ding and Jin Baoer, and then the rooms of President Wang and Teacher Wang. , these rooms form a vertical T-shaped.

The back row is where their missionaries live. Except for him and Zhan Mohan who share one room, everyone else has a separate room. There are 5 rooms in total.

It took more than an hour to walk around, but found no special problems. When the two were about to go down, they knocked on Mr. Wang's door again, but there was still no response.

When they went downstairs, the servants were already preparing lunch. Ling Lin and Ruan Shushu sat for a few minutes, and people came down one after another. No one talked, and the atmosphere in the hall was dull.

When it was time to eat, hot dishes were served one after another, which eased the atmosphere a little. Mr. Ding tried to liven up the atmosphere: "Young master, where is Mr. Zhan? Did you not come out in the room?"

Ling Lin maintained the personality of the young master, smiled and said arrogantly: "He is still resting in the room, and he will probably come back later."

What he thought in his heart was that it was better for someone not to come down, he wanted to have a good meal.

But Zhan Mohan might have a natural conflict with him. Not long after he finished speaking, Zhan Mohan walked down the stairs. Mr. Ding said with a smile: "I just talked about Mr. Zhan with the young master. I didn't expect Mr. Zhan to talk about it." down."

Ling Lin could clearly feel the tension of the three taskers sitting opposite him, and they became more and more tense as Zhan Mohan approached.

Zhan Mohan didn't look sideways, and moved a stool to sit next to Ling Lin halfway, the aura immediately enveloped Ling Lin, Ling Lin moved away calmly, turned his face to the side to pretend to be embarrassed The look, the essence is for a breath of fresh air.

"Come, eat vegetables." Zhan Mohan picked up green peppers for him.

Ling Lin: ...Fuck!

Zhan Mohan knew very well that he absolutely hated the smell of green peppers.

But he doesn't know if the young master likes to eat or not, he shouldn't hate it, otherwise the dish wouldn't be placed so close to him, and he wouldn't bother with such mistakes when entertaining guests, especially if his status is relatively noble when.

"Hehe," Ling Lin squeezed out a smile, and put a chopstick in Mohan's bowl: "This tastes good."

Hurt each other!Zhan Mohan, don't you have a cleanliness freak!

In the end, Zhan Mohan put the food into his mouth calmly.

Ling Lin:? ? ?Isn't this person a clean freak?

He really didn't want to eat the chopsticks and green peppers, so he changed the subject and said to everyone: "Why didn't I see Mr. Wang, I haven't tasted his steak yet."

"Maybe I've slept through it. Mr. Wang has a different schedule than us. I'll go up and scream." Teacher Wang said with a smile.

"Something went wrong!!!!" The door was slammed open, and a servant staggered in.

With a sound of "dang", the spoon in Teacher Wang's hand fell down, making an ominous sound.

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I really want to change more, but today I am so busy that I will be fatter tomorrow when I am free!