General Raiders [Unlimited]

Nan Yuan took a deep breath, trying to calm down his disturbed mood.

But it doesn't help at all.

His gaze would involuntarily follow Zou Jingcheng's figure.

At the same time, Nan Yuan found that Zou Jingcheng was also looking at his... body with strange eyes.

Nan Yuan couldn't help but look down.

Only then did he realize that because Zou Jingcheng's coat had disappeared, his clothes had turned into a hot-eyed open-style sexy suit again.

I saw Zou Jingcheng approaching Nan Yuan's body step by step.

Nan Yuan stared at the bright red dress on Zou Jingcheng.

He doesn't want to use this to help him cover...

At this moment, a silk cloth was covered in an instant, but it was the sheet on the bed that he and Zou Jingcheng had separated before!

Zou Jingcheng took this sheet and wrapped it around Nan Yuan's body, instantly covering his body tightly again.

The original shape of the poncho has changed into the shape of cassock in a blink of an eye.

Before this, Nan Yuan didn't understand why Zou Jingcheng insisted on covering his body with clothes.

But when he found that he had a strange feeling for Zou Jingcheng who was wearing sexy clothes, Nan Yuan suddenly understood something.

He also had such a desire to possess Zou Jingcheng in his heart.

He didn't want others to see Zou Jingcheng's appearance at this moment.

Thinking of this, Nan Yuan couldn't help but grabbed Zou Jingcheng's entangled hand, and said in a low voice,

"It's not fair."

Zou Jingcheng looked up at him, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

At this moment, Nan Yuan grabbed one end of the bed sheet and tore it straight from the middle.

Then, he wrapped the torn half sheet around Zou Jingcheng's body,

"I don't want others to see you as beautiful as you, Zou Jingcheng."

There was a trace of surprise in Zou Jingcheng's expression.

Soon, surprise turned into joy and shyness.

But in the end, these complicated emotions turned into Zou Jingcheng's inherent indifference,

"Pretty is not a word to describe a man, senior."

Nan Yuan: "But you are really beautiful..."

He stretched out his hand and wrapped the sheet on Zou Jingcheng's body like a cassock.

Finally, the corners of the sheets on both sides were tied in a knot on Zou Jingcheng's chest,

"Forgive me, I haven't learned Chinese well since I was a child, and my vocabulary is poor, but I really think so."

Zou Jingcheng stretched out his hand to look at the sheet on his body, and there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

"This dress is nothing. In the last examination room, I wore both the princess dress and the white gauze."

Nanyuan was stunned for a moment.

"When did you wear it?"

Zou Jingcheng: "During the period when you were possessed by the demon curator, the amusement park held a midnight parade, and all of our clothes became clothes of fairy tale characters."

Nan Yuan opened his eyes wide, his expression was full of astonishment,

"That is to say, everyone else has seen it, but I haven't seen it?"

Zou Jingcheng shrugged, noncommittal.

Nan Yuan lowered his head, his expression was full of annoyance.

He couldn't help wrapping the half of the bed sheet around again, wrapping Zou Jingcheng's body even tighter.

Looking at his dejected appearance, Zou Jingcheng couldn't help but said,

"Do you want to see it so much?"

Nan Yuan bit his lower lip, as if he was struggling.

Zou Jingcheng said vaguely,

"If you want to see it, I don't mind wearing it again."

Nanyuan couldn't help shaking his head,

"Farewell. What kind of skirt does a big man wear? It's not good to be seen."

Hearing these words, Zou Jingcheng's eyes dimmed again.

At the same time, Nan Yuan once again set his sights on the murderer who killed Okra.

He remembered that after Zou Jingcheng called the name "Meng Yi", his clothes changed.

In other words, the name Meng Yi is the correct answer for Zou Jingcheng to complete the five elements of the incident.

It was also his masterpiece to replace the abortion pill with Hedinghong.

Nan Yuan: "Who is this Meng Yi? Why did you want to kill Okra?"

Zou Jingcheng opened his mouth and replied,

"He is a painter who specializes in painting for women in brothels. His artistic level is very high. The figures he draws are lifelike, lifelike and very immersive. Therefore, women in brothels like to ask him to help them paint."

Nan Yuan: "Then what kind of enmity does Okra have with this painter? Why did the painter want to put her to death?"

Zou Jingcheng: "That's the strange thing. According to Miss Qiukui, she has a good relationship with this artist. That artist often paints for Miss Qiukui."

As he spoke, he gestured to the paintings hanging on the wall,

"These are the paintings the artist made for her."

Nan Yuan raised his head and looked at the portraits on the wall again.

At this moment, he found that the characters in the portrait were drawn very carefully, and even the strands of hair were shown one by one. One can imagine how much patience was needed to complete this work.

Nan Yuan: "Could it be that this artist likes Okra girl? So when he learned that Okra girl was pregnant, he killed her out of love and hatred?"

Zou Jingcheng shook his head, "Probably not, his painting style is like this, very delicate, girls like it very much, that's why the prostitute took him in and lived here to paint for girls. Besides painting, he and Girl Qiukui has nothing to do with each other. Moreover, Miss Qiukui said that when she asked Meng Yi to paint for her for the last time, she was not pregnant yet, and her pregnancy was kept secret so that no one in the brothel knew about it. , not to mention the painter who has no information."

Nanyuan nodded.

Looking at it this way, it is indeed very strange.

"Is it possible that the artist didn't know that the girl was pregnant, but he just went to the pharmacy and replaced the logo of Hedinghong with abortion pills? What he hates is not the girl, but the desire to get pregnant after pregnancy. A woman who had an abortion?"

Zou Jingcheng glanced at Nan Yuan, and sincerely praised,

"Senior, not bad, you can actually think of this now."

Nanyuan scratched his head in embarrassment,

"I don't know why, but my mind suddenly opened up a lot. Maybe it's because of the tonic?"

Zou Jingcheng: "The tonic will only make your qi and blood more vigorous, and the brain is still your own."

As he spoke, he said intently,

"What you said is also a possibility, but it's useless for us to speculate here. Miss Qiukui said that this painter named Meng Yi usually doesn't go out, and spends most of his time in his studio painting. We You can go to the studio first, maybe you will find some clues there."

Nan Yuan: "But we don't have any items that can fuse resentment. If the studio is also entangled with resentment, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"

At this moment, Zou Jingcheng reached out and took off the paintings hanging on the wall and rolled them into scrolls.

"These paintings are made by Meng Yi. Although I don't know if they are effective, they are better than nothing."

Nanyuan nodded.

With Qiu Kui's guidance, Zou Jingcheng and Nan Yuan quickly found the studio.

I saw that the studio is located in the depths of the brothel, the location is very hidden, the house is full of creepers, in this dark night, without the help of okra, it may be difficult to find.

Sure enough, as Nan Yuan guessed, there was also a lock without a keyhole wrapped around the studio door.

Zou Jingcheng took out a painting by Meng Yi and moved closer to the lock.

I saw that the painting had just begun to melt a part of the lock.

However, soon, the black air in the lock spread to the surroundings of the painting in an instant, and the painting became a cloud of black mist in an instant, and disappeared in smoke, and the part of the lock that had been melted quickly returned to its original state.

Nanyuan couldn't help but said with a look of frustration,

"It seems that this method has failed."

Zou Jingcheng: "It's not a complete failure."

He looked at the other paintings in his hand,

"In the first minute, the painting could melt the lock. In other words, he approved the painting, but the resentment in the painting was not enough to melt the resentment on the lock, but was swallowed by the resentment."

Nan Yuan immediately said happily, "That is to say, we can use this time to go into the house and look for clues?"

However, soon, his expression became serious again,

"But the power of the painting can't dissolve the resentment of the lock. If we can't open the lock, we can't enter the house."

Zou Jingcheng: "Do you still remember how we saw the scene in the old bustard's house just now?"

Nan Yuan suddenly realized.

The channel to enter the house is not just the door.

After realizing this, the two started to clean up the creepers that were entangled outside the house together.

Because the ivy does not belong to the furnishings in the house, it can be touched.

Soon, they found a window on the side of the studio.

The window was made of paper, so it was relatively easy to open.

At this moment, Zou Jingcheng still has four paintings in his hand, that is to say, they have about 4 minutes to enter the house to find clues.

In order to save the paintings, the two decided to go into the house to find clues, and pass the paintings outside the window.

Because the painter was the murderer who killed the okra girl possessed by Zou Jingcheng, the two decided to let Zou Jingcheng enter the house to find clues, and Nan Yuan handed over the painting outside.

Zou Jingcheng's plan went smoothly. After he picked up a painting, he easily entered the studio through the window.

At the end of a minute, Zou Jingcheng appeared by the window, and Nan Yuan gave him the second and third paintings.

However, when the time for the third painting approached 1 minute, Nan Yuan did not see Zou Jingcheng.

He poked his head into the house.

I saw that there was still light from the oil lamp in the room, but after 1 minute, it instantly became pitch black...

Could it be... something happened to Zou Jingcheng?

Thinking of this, Nan Yuan suddenly became anxious.

He still has a painting in his hand and can enter the house.

However, he didn't have an oil lamp in his hand, so he couldn't light it.

Moreover, his time is only 1 minute.

However, even so, Nan Yuan entered the room with the painting without hesitation.

Although he couldn't see his fingers, but based on the position of the oil lamp just now, Nan Yuan quickly walked in that direction.

Soon, he touched the extinguished oil lamp.

At the same time, there was the man who fell next to him.