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The little yellow duck jumped out of the water basin, flapped its tiny wings, jumped from the table to the bed with a kick of its feet, and anxiously approached Zhang Xian: "Let me see him!"

Zhang Xian asked, "What are you doing seeing him?"

"Borrow some energy. The energy conversion rate between the same dimension is almost 100%." ​​The little yellow duck admitted honestly.

"What about when you're full of energy?"

"revenge!"

"revenge?"

"Yes, I met a guy on this plane. He poisoned me, and my core was disordered. No matter how I killed the virus, there was residue, and the energy almost flowed out! Fortunately, I was clever and abandoned my pawn to protect the commander at the last moment, and isolated for a while. There is a large area of ​​poisoning, and now I can breathe a sigh of relief." The little yellow duck said, and couldn't help feeling sad, "I will take revenge for this revenge!"

"But my leg..." Zhang Xian continued to deliberately tease it.

The little yellow duck was obviously a little embarrassed, it hesitated for a while, and then "resolutely" decided to say: "I'll treat your leg first!"

"Thank you for your kindness." Zhang Xian already knew that the little yellow duck is not bad in nature, but his feeling for the little yellow duck is not as simple as keeping a pet.

"I haven't said where my fellow villagers in the same dimension are!" Little Yellow Duck reminded.

"I've already left this world." Zhang Xian said seriously, "I don't have any contact information either. You know, the dimension of the universe is limited."

There was a strange look in his eyes, and before the little yellow duck noticed it, he blinked to cover it up.

The little yellow duck drooped its head: "Forget it."

Zhang Xian put the little yellow duck on his lap, rua it: "Don't worry, one day, your wish will come true."

"Lend your auspicious words."

The little yellow duck has a big heart, and after a while, he put this question aside and focused on the present: "By the way, how are you going to find the murderer?"

"What murderer?"

"It's the murderer of this murder case."

Zhang Xian raised his eyebrows: "Let me remind you. This is a special world."

"I know, and then what?"

"We have only one goal, to bring Huo Yiluo back intact."

——Who is the murderer? What does Zhang Xian have to do with him?

"But, with so many people, which one is Huo Yiluo—couldn't the murderer be the murderer? That kid looks bright, and his thoughts are so dark?"

"Who knows. Let's take a step and see."

"That's the only way to go." The little yellow duck agreed, and then couldn't help reminding, "You have to be careful of being calculated." Especially the Sunshine Three Butterflies, who have been humiliated continuously today, did not dare to pretend to be a demon, and secretly did not Know what to expect.

"These people don't have a fuel-efficient lamp." Zhang Xian said.

"Why?" The little yellow duck didn't understand.

"This is Huo Yiluo's world."

Huo Yiluo has become the captain of the vanguard, and has such a prominent and secret family background, so he must not be a fool.How can the world that can trap him be a peaceful place?

"If you can't crack it..."

"If I can't crack it, I will probably be assimilated by him and become a member of this world—and you too."

When the little yellow duck heard the first half of the sentence, he couldn't help feeling worried, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he went crazy: "You didn't say it earlier!"

"I told you earlier that you would refuse to come in?" Zhang Xian asked back.

"...No." People die for money, and the system is mad for energy.

Zhang Xian took the pillow towel, wiped the little yellow duck dry, and said, "Let's rest."

"What about you?" The little yellow duck saw Zhang Xian move his legs under the bed.

"Take a shower." Zhang Xian said.

"Oh. Then you go."

The little yellow duck pawed and tumbled by the pillow, rolled into a duck ball, closed its eyes, listened to Zhang Xian's cane tap the ground, walked slowly into the bathroom, and locked the door.

"We took a bath together, and you're still guarding against me?" the little yellow duck muttered.

For some reason, listening to the sound of splashing water, it felt a little upset.

It was as if Zhang Xian shouldn't have locked it at all, or even closed the door.

Why is this?

Did you have a close roommate before?

Maybe it's because I'm too kind and can't bear to let the disabled take a bath alone.The little yellow duck refused to think deeply, and just casually found a logical reason, inserted|inserted|inserted|under the wings, and transformed the energy with peace of mind.

Zhang Xian came back from the shower, turned off the headlights, and turned on the desk lamp.

The warm yellow light illuminates the side of the bed, and the fluffy duck ball looks softer and more delicate, touchable and rua.

He glanced at it intentionally or unintentionally, and instead of disturbing the little yellow duck, he pulled up the quilt and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

The next day, Zhang Xian was awakened by a hasty knock on the door.

Looking at the time, it was six forty-five in the morning.

The work and rest time in the real world cannot be brought into the special world. Although Zhang Xian slept in bed for seven or eight hours, it is likely that only a few seconds passed in the real world.

"Who?"

"It's me." The bakery owner's voice sounded from outside, "Is your duck okay?"

Zhang Xian glanced at the waking Yaqiuqiu: "It's fine."

"Then you go downstairs quickly, something happened."

"Okay." Zhang Xian replied, and "Housekeeper" went online in minutes.

Going down to the first floor, the elevator opened with a "ding", and a faint smell of blood wafted into his nostrils.

Everyone gathered in the lobby, and their faces were all ugly.They were clearly arguing just now, interrupted only by the ringing of the elevator bell.

The butler counted the number of people, and there was no one missing.

Where did the bloody smell come from?

"Is your duck really okay?" The college student asked the same thing as the bakery owner.

Zhang Xian touched the pocket of the tuxedo, and Duck Ball was still sleeping: "It's fine. What's wrong?"

"Akin is dead."

The poet's companion animal, the golden retriever A Jin, is tied to the chandelier by a rope, dangling.

Its eyes were bloody and its body was pierced from the side. Blood and brain matter stuck to its hair, and some of it had dried up.

There was a large pool of blood and a few feces on the ground, which were half solidified.

"It will take at least an hour for such a large bloodstain to dry up. It's humid and hot here, and it will take longer." The doctor said, "I deduce that it was hung here between three and five in the morning. And It wasn't dead then."

The security guard added: "The cause of death was a fractured neck bone. If the anatomy is performed, it should be more obvious - it is broken here." He touched the rope's strangle mark and said.

The doctor and the security guard are the two closest to Ah Jin.

Closer is the poet, his wheelchair covered in blood.The poet didn't mind being dirty, and hugged the lower half of Ah Jin's body, pressed his face tightly against the tarnished hair, closed his eyes and wept, and his body trembled slightly.

This is his right-hand assistant, and even more dear partner.

"Five years... We have been together day and night for five years... Although I know it can't be with me forever, but I think we have at least ten years of company. Although it is getting old, I won't let it do anything, as long as it It would be nice to bask in the sun with me every day...but even such a dream can't be realized..."

The average lifespan of a Golden Retriever is 15 to [-] years. Ah Jin is six years old this year and has not yet entered old age. However, he was cruelly tortured to death. Who can accept this!

Everyone couldn't bear it either.

"Who is so cruel." The college student couldn't help rubbing his eyes secretly.

"Who else could it be, a murderer." Sunshine Sandie said, "Look, binding and abuse, this is a murderer demonstrating against us."

As soon as the words came out, everyone couldn't help being surprised, and then felt horrified.

Has the murderer made his move yet?

We all feel sorry for each other.

"No, the murderer didn't do it." The poet wiped his eyes and raised his head.

A piece of blood was rubbed against his cheek, but he ignored it: "How can the program group deliberately kill the dog of the contestant for the sake of effect?"

Ah Jin belongs to the poet, let alone a relative, it is also a reason to replace it with money.Wouldn't the program group's killing of A Jin damage the poet's interests?

Even if the program group destroys the personal items of the contestants, they have to apologize and compensate, let alone a living life?No detective show would dare to do that, not even $[-] million.

So... there is only one possibility.

The poet glanced over everyone's faces one by one: "The one who killed Ah Jin is among you."

Everyone was startled.

The poet continued: "Ah Jin has always been mild-tempered, and he was not rude yesterday. I can't figure out why he was killed. He even framed the program group as a murderer. Please give me an explanation for this matter. .I will be grateful to my friends who help me. If, if no one admits, I..."

In his eyes, there was a faint storm brewing: "I will not let each of you go!"

Before investigating the murderer, the first thing the detectives do is to find out the murderer who killed Ah Jin.

The old hotel and the isolated town made it clear that they would not be given high-tech detection methods. If they wanted to find the murderer, they could only investigate one by one.

"Where were you all between three and five in the morning? What did you do? Who can testify?"

The college student suddenly let out an "ah" and said angrily, "If I knew it earlier, I would have turned on the indoor camera."

They are all single rooms, how can I prove that I am staying in the room?

"It turns out that the indoor camera can be used as an alibi!" Yang Yang Sandie suddenly realized, and slapped his thigh, "I can prove myself!"

Everyone couldn't help but look at him.

Sunshine Three Butterflies said: "I brought a camera, which is allowed by the program group."

What a normal configuration for a detective to bring a camera.

Big V with scarf, how could a cosplayer refrain from taking pictures or recording material!

Sunshine Three Butterfly recorded the starry sky material with a camera overnight, and found that the lens was shifted during the recording during playback, and half of his foot happened to be in the mirror.

The poet is dissatisfied with this explanation.

He stared at Sunshine Three Butterflies: "I see, you are the murderer!"

When everyone was caught off guard and didn't know how to prove themselves, who would deliberately create an alibi except the murderer!

"Nonsense!" Yang Yang Sandie said angrily, "You all don't have an alibi, but I happen to have one, so did I do it on purpose? What kind of reasoning is this!"

"Speaking of which, this brother looks down on companion animals." The security guard suddenly reminded.

Everyone recalled the scene yesterday when the three butterflies of the sun jumped up and down and got on the bar with the butler's little yellow duck.

Sunshine Three Butterflies immediately shouted: "I, I don't like that duck. If you want to take revenge, you have to take revenge on the duck! What does it have to do with dogs?"

The teacher said softly, "Because you can't beat me."

He couldn't beat the housekeeper, so he turned his anger on the poet's companion animal.

"I remember that yesterday's statement about the murderer's retaliation must have started from you." The teacher continued to make up the knife, "Just take this opportunity to kill chickens to scare monkeys, right?"

This sentence reminds everyone again.

Sunshine Three Butterflies couldn't argue, and stared at the teacher: "I just proposed a possibility, and the master planner admitted it. What does it have to do with me! You—why are you holding on to me? I understand, it's because you hate me, what do you think?" Against me. Everything you said was framed! You make judgments, she did it on purpose! I am innocent!"

"She may have done it on purpose, but you may not be innocent." The poet stared at the three butterflies in the sun and said calmly, "Yesterday I noticed that you picked soft persimmons at the beginning, but in the end the soft persimmons turned into hard bones. You can't chew them." If you don’t move, you give up quickly. But you have been frustrated one after another, and you can’t vent your anger. You can only pour it out on the weaker ones. And in this hotel, the weakest one is Ajin, and there is nothing else.”

Everyone couldn't help nodding. The poet's analysis was very reasonable. Sunshine Three Butterflies first provoked the obedient teacher, and then provoked the disabled housekeeper who raised the little yellow duck.Often physically, teachers and disabled people are weak.

As for misjudgment, it is Sunshine Three Butterfly's own problem.

"It's not me!" Sunshine Three Butterflies went mad, "How can you believe it!"

"not him."

Suddenly a voice came from not far away.

Everyone looked over, and the person who spoke was the butler.

The housekeeper and the doctor stood together. The doctor held a scalpel and had already opened A Jin's body.

Inside the corpse was a small red scroll.

Spread out, it is almost as big as two fingers put together.

It was a crumpled red envelope.

The author has something to say: Brother Yan: Reminder, Little Yellow Duck's roommate is me.