"Who is this old Huang?"
Cui Song shook his head: "I don't know the specific name, but people in the village have always called him Lao Huang. He came here with his elder brother twenty years ago. We think he is honest and have always put him in charge of the cleaning tasks in the village, but he has not To think that something like this suddenly happened and he disappeared mysteriously."
Mengyao vomited on the side and turned pale: "Sister Yu'er, are you okay?"
Lan Yu'er put away the silver needle and said to Cui Song, "Okay, let's bury them."
Seeing Cui Song leading the people away, Lan Yu'er exhaled a long breath: "Don't you think this old Huang is weird?"
Mengyao held her knees with both hands, feeling sick: "I also think this person is strange, as if he appeared out of thin air, like a mysterious person who suddenly appeared in a book, who can bear everything."
The two walked slowly down the mountain. When those people saw the two, they fled away.
"Sister Yu'er, how come I find that these people seem to be afraid of us?"
Lan Yuer glanced around: "They are not afraid of us, they are afraid of the people behind us."
Mengyao glanced behind her and saw a few guys following behind her furtively. She couldn't help but express her emotion: "What do these people do?"
"Of course they are following us, but whether they are for supervision or protection, it's hard to say."
Mengyao's eyes flashed with a cold light: "It's definitely not Cui Ying'er's person."
"Yes, there is a very powerful person in this place besides Cui Ying'er, but I don't understand why he would send people to follow us."
The two walked down the mountain and went directly to Cui Ying'er's room, where Liu Yijin was squatting making porridge.
"Who would have thought that our adults would one day be able to make spoon soup with bare hands."
Lan Yuer smiled and said: "I guess I have met true love."
Liu Yijin waved his hand: "Come on, stop joking here. If you have nothing to do, go in and help me see how Cui Ying'er's body is."
"Bake us a bowl of porridge too. We've been busy all morning and we're almost exhausted."
The two women walked directly in. Cui Ying'er sat on the bed expressionlessly, while Xiang Ling next to her was extremely anxious.
"Cui Ying'er, do you still want the Cui family's old village?"
"No more."
Cui Ying'er glanced at Mengyao indifferently and had no intention of quarreling with her: "The Cui family's old village is no longer what it was before. As for what it will become in the future, it has nothing to do with me."
"Is it possible that it can still be related to us?"
Cui Ying'er glanced at Liu Yijin who walked in: "Just ask him. If he wants to level the Cui family's old village, I have no objection at all."
Mengyao and the two looked at Liu Yijin suspiciously: "Sir, what does this mean?"
Liu Yijin's voice changed: "Let's not talk about this matter for now. By the way, have you found anything?"
Lan Yu'er told the story, and Liu Yijin frowned and asked Cui Ying'er: "You have a man named Lao Huang here?"
"Old Huang?" Cui Ying'er was still immersed in sadness, her eyes full of hesitation: "I don't know."
"Don't know? How could you not know."
Xiang Ling on the side said hurriedly: "Everything in the village is taken care of by the master and others. Besides, the eldest lady rarely asks about these things except for practicing martial arts. Naturally, I don't know if there is such a person."
"However, this old Huang does exist. I have only met him a few times. He doesn't talk much on weekdays. He seems to be cleaning seriously every day."
Mengyao asked: "Did this person follow the village leader twenty years ago?"
"I don't know about that."
Xiangling glanced at Cui Ying'er: "This old Huang had a good relationship with the master before, but suddenly he stopped having much contact with the master a few years ago, and he never came here." '
Liu Yijin's heart moved slightly: "Who usually serves your master?"
"There is no one. I usually come here by myself. Even things like making tea and pouring water are all done by myself."
Liu Yijin and the other three looked at each other, and they all saw something unusual in each other's eyes.
Liu Yijin handed the porridge to Xiang Ling: "You serve your eldest lady first."
"Mengyao, Yu'er, come out with me."
The three of them walked to the outer room. Liu Yijin frowned and said, "No, we have been led by others from the beginning to the end."
Lan Yuer was slightly stunned: "Sir, do you mean Cui Song?"
"Yes, Cui Dahai wanted to die. Before he died, he told the story of Dripping Water Guanyin twenty years ago. Is this Dripping Water Guanyin the same as Lao Huang?"
This sentence caused Mengyao and the two to fall into deep thought.
"It's hard to say." Lan Yu'er frowned: "How could things be such a coincidence."
Mengyao thought deeply: "Cui Dahai had just died, and then suddenly news came out that three people had died, and these three people also died of poisoning, but the difference was that their eyes were gouged out. Why is this? "
Lan Yuer was silent for a moment: "Actually, this is inseparable from the murderer's preferences. Some killers believe that the last thing the dead saw will remain in their eyes, so they talk about digging out people's eyeballs."
"It's just that even if this old Huang kills people, he can't do it so obviously."
Liu Yijin nodded: "Yes, if Lao Huang is really the Dripping Water Guanyin, then after he can kill Cui Dahai quietly, he doesn't have to run away at all. He just needs to be his original self."
"That's right." Mengyao nodded and said: "The first scene in Cui Dahai's room has been destroyed. We found nothing except the teacup, let alone the footprints on the ground, and the steps were even more messy."
"And after he killed three people, he could calmly go to the accounting room and warehouse, take away some of the things inside, and then escape?"
"Is the famous dripping Guanyin in the world twenty years ago really so short of money?"
Mengyao and Lan Yuer also looked solemn.
Liu Yijin hummed: "Then what else can you infer?"
Lan Yuer said: "The death time of Cui Dahai and the death time of the three people are actually not much different. They all died not long before we came."
"This shows that this was a premeditated incident."
Liu Yijin nodded: "Keep talking."
Lan Yuer said: "I have tested this poison. It is not that there is no antidote, but it requires a process."
"If you give me a day, I believe I can prepare this antidote."
Mengyao was stunned: "So, the other party knows that we are coming and has made full preparations. There is just one thing I don't understand."
"We are only here to find Cui Dahai, and we are also discussing the matter of your Lord marrying Cui Ying'er. Even if this is not a good thing for the Cui family's old village, there is no need to kill anyone."
"Unless there's another reason!"
Liu Yijin hummed: "So, we need to know who Cui Dahai met before we came here."
"It's just that perhaps only Cui Dahai knows about this situation at the moment."
Just as he was talking, Cui Ying'er walked out: "Before you guys came, my father met Cui Song."
"Cui Song?"
Liu Yijin's heart moved: "Do you know the conversation between them?"
Cui Ying'er stopped talking.
Mengyao on the side saw this and pulled Lan Yu'er out. Only Liu Yijin and Cui Ying'er were left in the room.
"My father said that this is no longer the original Cui family village."
"What's the meaning?"
A helpless smile appeared on Cui Ying'er's face: "Many people in the Cui family's old village are now under Cui Song, and he has always believed in Maitreya Buddhism. So there is a big difference between him and my father."
"And maybe he should also know that my father invited you here."
Cui Ying'er's words made Liu Yijin frown. He looked at Cui Ying'er with cold eyes: "Do you still remember the painting of Mrs. Cui that I showed you?"
Cui Ying'er was shocked: "You, what do you want to say?"
Liu Yijin took a deep breath: "White lines are white lines. If you look at those lines from behind, they actually look like a pine tree."
Cui Ying'er's face instantly turned pale: "You, what do you want to say?"
Liu Yijin lamented: "Cui Song may be the murderer of your father."
