Himemoto's interpretation

"It all started that day."

Speaking of this, from the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the detective's hands spinning around the collar, first unbuttoned the clothes, and then pulled down the collar.

Probably because the room was too hot, Xingqi saw a shining bead of sweat slipping from her ear along her neck.

"That day..." Xingqi picked up the water bottle and took a sip, realizing that the temperature was indeed a bit high and the air pressure was very low.

It was suddenly dark outside, and the wind blew the branches of the trees and swayed them back and forth.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

This is the third time, Xingqi thought.

The third time her train of thought was cut off by the detective, she forgot what she wanted to say just now, so she shook her head and stared at the screen eagerly, hoping to jump out of the spoiler barrage out of thin air and mark someone as a "doctor".

The kitchen atmosphere is relatively harmonious.

The little Hou Ye turned his grief and anger into appetite, fished out a chicken leg from the pot with an almost grabbing action, switched his left and right hands a few times, blew a few breaths, then stuffed it into his mouth impatiently, and wiped his eyes with oily hands.

"Young Master," Sister Su said, "You mentioned the old man yesterday, what happened?"

The old man of the Hou family is the instigator, the culprit, and the root of all evil—Xing Qi silently replied to the screen tens of meters away.

On the screen, the young master was panting heavily, the chicken was so hot that he wiped his sweat, and there was water around his eyes.

He pointed to the half chicken leg outside his mouth, indicating that he had no time to speak.

Chen Xi, Sister Su, and Chang Ying looked at him with three pairs of eyes, making it clear that they would not let him go easily this time.

After the young master swallowed the chicken, Sister Su asked again, and he faltered and said, "The old man made a will."

It is not uncommon for an old man to make a will at his age.

Hou Bingjun didn't think he valued money that much. He once said in public that he didn't care even if the old man donated all his family property to charity.

His mother left early, even if the old man had a second spring, and there were one or more younger brothers and sisters whom he had never met, Hou Bingjun would accept that the old man would leave his property to them in order to compensate.

But Hou Bingjun didn't understand why the old man wrote a stranger's name on the will, and listed a bunch of conditions in front of it, all of which were related to the mausoleum.

The old man is probably old and confused, and he regards the mausoleum more than anything else, as if he lives in the mausoleum after death, and he can become king and emperor in his next life.

With something to pad his stomach, the young master completely opened up the chatter box, and Balabala talked about all kinds of doubts and puzzles about the old man.

He didn't even give Miss Su a chance to interject.

Chen Xi picked out his ears several times to express his impatience, but the young master pretended not to see it, or really didn't see it.

"Actually, I wonder why you said don't go out, but everyone really doesn't go out." Xingqi hugged her knees, wanted to lean on the detective's shoulder, but was worried about being executed on the spot, so she sat sideways in a slightly awkward posture, Simply open another topic.

"It's the seventh day."

Xia Xiaojuan's ears would turn red, and he could clearly feel his heart beating wildly when he got close, but his eyes were focused when he looked back, and his tone of voice remained unchanged when he spoke, as if emotion and reason had completely divided this person into two halves.

It's not bad to be done on the spot by a serious detective in a suit.Xingqi glanced at the people around her, thinking wildly.

After a while, she came back to her senses, "What seven days?"

"It's the seventh day since I told everyone you 'run away'."

"Yes." Xingqi took out a green leaf candy from the detective's pocket, "So I really tricked the 'doctor' into thinking that I ran away in a hurry and stole Mr. Chen's things."

"Cheated." The detective raised the corner of his mouth, showing a heart-pounding smile.

This person has sweat on his forehead and electricity in his eyes.

Xingqi looked away guiltily, thinking whether to wipe Xia Xiaojuan's sweat with a towel.But she was too lazy to go to the bathroom, so she simply soaked the towel with mineral water and stuck it on the back of her neck.

Just posted it, but the detective took it down without any explanation, "Cool."

A weak air current brushed over the top of her head, Xingqi puffed her cheeks and murmured, "I'm hot."

Then he turned his hands behind his back and rubbed the protruding bird muscles on his arms flattened.

really weird.

It may be that the low air pressure causes impatience, or it may be in the mountains. The natural atmosphere easily stimulates the primitive and unmodified instinct.

She felt that Xia Xiaojuan was exuding "are you ready to repay the debt" from the inside out—naturally, the repayment was the debt she owed the night before she left Xianyu Village.

But Xia Xiaojuan didn't make it clear, and Xingqi didn't have a chance to refuse it.

If it was made clear, she might not care about anything, and simply let the detective solve the mystery first, and hurry home.

No, no, no, you can't give up on yourself.

Xingqi crushed the candy and looked back at the screen.

Zhao Libin and Wan Hongzhou faced each other.

The former held an empty beer bottle in his hand, and the latter must have taken something too. For a moment, Xingqi saw the reflection.

These two people cooperated to scare away the little lord, but they were both enemies and friends. They cooperated with each other, but more of them were silent confrontations.

……

Xingqi wanted to take back the wet towel, but inevitably bumped into the detective's finger.

Alright, Xia Xiaoyan is using his super power to heat and burn viruses anytime and anywhere again.

Xingqi's eyes flicked back and forth between the towel and the screen, and she wailed in her heart: If this continues, how will she find out the "doctor" who is colluding with old man Hou by herself.

There are four and a half hours left in the countdown.

Zhao Libin was defeated in the confrontation with Wan Hongzhou, and shouted inside: "Why are you still not well?"

Wan Hongzhou then went upstairs. Sister Su, who went out first, asked him where he was going, and he replied: the bathroom.

"I have a question I can't figure out."

Xingqi stepped on the stool and stood up. The top of her head was only [-] to [-] centimeters away from the ceiling. She subconsciously bent down and lowered her head, causing the stool to shake a few times.

The detective put his hand on his leg for a moment, his eyes full of warning.

Xingqi squatted down, grabbed the edge of the round stool and deliberately played around, "It doesn't matter who the doctor is, you don't have to answer."

"You said."

"Since there are intermediaries like 'Director', why do doctors open up new channels?"

"Intermediary fees." The detective's answer was simple.

"Oh..." Xingqi looked out the window, pretending that the detective's hot palm wasn't on her calf, "I want to go in."

In a few minutes, dark clouds filled the gaps in the mountains.

"I'm not you, I can't judge who is the doctor through the screen. I have to get close. I have to listen to the sound, oh yes, and the smell."

Your voice and your breath are the biggest sources of distraction, making it impossible for me to think.

Xingqi wringed her fingers and searched for more reasons. She felt that the detective had her own intentions in letting her be here instead of showing up directly. It should be difficult to convince her.

"I know why it's not the young master. I've seen him before, he went to that party, and I didn't have any adverse reactions to him."

"it is good."

"The doctor must have thought that I was detained by old man Hou, and if I showed up, he should respond." Xingqi said eloquently, "In the past twenty hours... No, for nearly 24 hours, the doctor has not communicated with old man Hou. He doesn't know what's going on with old man Hou, but since he came here for the treasure, it means that he's already greedy for profit and doesn't care about risks at all, so here's a head-on blow..."

"Xingqi." The detective made a pause gesture, "I said yes."

Xingqi lowered her head.

The detective signaled her to get off the stool first, still in a serious tone, "Hurry up, we have business to do when we get back."

She bit down on "do".

Xingqi: "..."

Why don't we get down to business now!

The author has something to say: In fact, there is a plot (struggling