Ayatsuji's Doll Training Manual

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There is no one walking around in the garden outside the window, only various flowers are left blooming against the sun. Looking down from above, the bright scenery makes people feel happy.

Mina propped her hands on the window sill, the colorful scenery reflected in her eyes.It is rare to see so many flowers, she wants to see enough before leaving.

Mina pressed against the glass resentfully, trying to shorten the distance between her and the flowers, "It would be great if I could go down and stroll in the garden..."

The place where she is now is a private villa, and the victim is the owner of the villa.When they came, they had already turned around below, and Mina was sure that Ayatsuji pedestrians had already got some clues.

Ayatsuji Xingren and Tsujimura Fukatsuki were invited to have lunch, Mina was left in the room, or she wished to be stayed, the scariest thing was not being able to eat all kinds of delicacies.

Mina, who was playing with her braids, suddenly tilted her head, then sat back in her original position as quickly as possible, staring blankly ahead.

This is the stunt she has practiced these days - pretending to be a puppet in a second, and she hasn't missed it so far.

The visitor stood in front of the door for a while, and when Mina heard the sound of the key turning, she sat upright.

The people outside pushed the door open silently, revealing Mina's unfamiliar face.He stood at the door and looked around the room. He didn't turn over anything right away. After a while, he went to the desk and opened the drawer.

Mina's eyes widened slightly, she seemed to have seen this person from below, and now he came to the room to look for something, was it a passerby who called him here?

The person who came was the third son of the deceased, and his name was easy to remember, and his name was Sanlang.After searching for the drawers, he went to look through the bedside table again, seeing that his frown seemed to be fruitless.

This person was definitely not sent by pedestrians.Ayatsuji pedestrians generally don't let other people enter their rooms, and if they can't get away from something, they will ask Tsujimura Mizuki to help.And Saburo obviously didn't know where the things were put, he just rummaged through them.

Mina quietly watched the man put the things back in place, and before going out, he even straightened the silk thread clamped on the door, showing extreme caution.

But it was futile to do so. Ayatsuji pedestrians did clamp silk thread on the door before leaving, but he also sprinkled some powder on the carpet at the door, as if he knew someone would come from the beginning.

After confirming that the man had gone far away, Mina got up immediately, ran to the desk, opened the notebook on the side, and tore off a small strip.She pushed the pen on the side again, and started writing with both hands holding the pen holder.

The design of the fountain pen is not very convenient for the doll. Mina originally wanted to write a sentence, but it took a long time to write a few words.She shortened her words a bit, then immediately cleaned up the table, took the note back to the window sill, and pressed it under her skirt.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for Ayatsuji pedestrians to come back. The first thing he did when he opened the door was to look down at the ground, and then walked in around the place where he had sprinkled things. After turning around, he saw Tsujimura who followed him in Shen Yue stepped on the carpet.

Ayatsuji raised his eyebrows, then went to the window and picked up the doll sitting by the window, and also saw the note under the doll.

"What is this?" Tsujimura Mizuki looked at the words on it, and checked the room again, "Is there someone helping in secret?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian was not interested in the contents of the note, but he carefully observed the writing on it, and took the time to reply: "The mechanism I clamped on the door is still in place."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki shrugged: "Who could that be? Could it be Mina who wrote it?"

"But the traces on the carpet indicate that someone has been there, that is the place where you stepped on the door." Ayatsuji Pedestrian folded the note and put it back in his pocket, turned his head to look at Tsujimura Mizuki: "Also, Tsujimura, yours The imagination is getting richer and richer.”

"I'm just joking." Tsujimura Fukatsuki, who thought Ling Tsuji was mocking him again, waved his hand, "It seems that you have a clue, no matter what, you must end this commission quickly."

But logic and observation are not enough.Ayatsuji pedestrians took this sentence back and went downstairs with the doll in their arms.

The matter was also settled smoothly, and Mina had watched this kind of drama of fighting for family property countless times, so she was not interested.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki was left to deal with follow-up matters, and Ayatsuji pedestrians took her for a stroll in the garden. They walked in the garden that Mina was thinking about, and it was many times more beautiful than seeing it from above.

Ayatsuji pedestrians walked to a corner of the garden, where there was a European-style marble gazebo, a swing and rocking chair hung from a tree next to it, and the silver chain glistened in the sunlight.

[There is still such a place, so beautiful! 】

Mina's eyes were full of the swing among the flowers, and she didn't know that there were so many scenery in this garden when she was on it.

"Mr. Ayatsuji."

Someone stopped Ayatsuji pedestrian from behind, and Ayatsuji pedestrian put Mina on the rocking chair of the swing before turning around, holding the chain of the swing with one hand, looking down at the lace of the hat on the doll's head, and occasionally turning back In a word.

Mina was leaning on the back of the rocking chair, with the breeze blowing, the swing swayed gently, and because Ayatsuji Pedestrians pulled her aside, the swing did not sway too much, but this did not stop Mina from being happy.

There were many butterflies in the garden, and one of them landed lightly on Mina's head. From her angle, only the butterfly's wings could be seen.

Occasionally, the golden wings trembled, and all the fluttering scale powder fell on Mina's face.

【Little Butterfly, can you leave for a while, I want to...】

"Ajiu—"

The butterfly flew away in fright. Ichiro, who was attracted by the sound, lowered his head and looked around again, "Mr. Ayatsuji, did you hear any sound?"

"Is there?" Yan Tsuji pedestrian held the chain, raised his head and reminded: "Maybe it's the wind, it's getting dark, it's better for Mr. Ichiro to go back early."

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The author has something to say:

Ichiro: I suspect you are lying to me, but I have no proof.

感谢在2022-06-1220:17:51~2022-06-1320:30:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 7 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!