Dongming collapsed on the ground, holding the gauze he had just taken out of the refrigerator in his hand.
And Lao Liu was curled up against the wall, his head on the ground, motionless.
"Old Liu!" Fan Wenrui shouted and rushed over, followed closely by the others.
Siman gave a short scream, but her mouth was quickly covered by her glasses.
"What's wrong with Old Liu?" Fan Wenrui knelt down beside Old Liu, lifted his shoulder, and asked Xiang Dongming.
"I...I was just sitting here. As soon as Lao Liu found gauze and was going to bandage me, he...he suddenly started bleeding."
bleed? !
Fan Wenrui shook Lao Liu lightly, "Lao Liu! Lao Liu..."
Under the influence of external force, Lao Liu's body tilted and fell limply, lying directly on the ground.
See, blood.
Ai Luo's ear-piercing scream sounded in Xiaolan's ears again.
Old Liu's eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly open, scarlet blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, mouth, and nose, and there was still deep disbelief in his eyes.
Fan Wenrui stretched out his fingers to explore Lao Liu's breath, and sat down on the ground.
"He...he is dead..."
"How..." Before Xiaolan could ask the question, Ai Luo hugged her tightly and choked her so hard that she couldn't even utter a single word.
"How could this happen?" Fortunately, Sister Mei said Xiaolan's lines. She took a few steps to Lao Liu's body, tested the pulse and confirmed breathing, and raised her head with a stern expression, "Really dead?" Oh, this...this is impossible."
Everyone looked at Dongming, whose face was red.
"I didn't do anything!" Dong Ming took a step back, "I swear! I... I really saw Lao Liu and suddenly... I don't know anything!..."
"Don't worry, Dongming, we are not doubting you," Fan Wenrui stood up, "Tell us in detail, what exactly happened? What were you talking about when the accident happened? Be detailed."
Dongming swallowed, suppressed the tears in his eyes, and said tremblingly, "I was sitting there, on this chair, and then Old Liu... Old Liu handed me the gauze and was about to sit on it. Opposite me, he was bandaging me, but suddenly he grabbed his neck, his eyes widened, and it started to bleed... I was frightened and stood up quickly. He looked in pain and leaned against the wall. After a while, he just knelt like that. It’s moving, I really don’t know…”
Judging from Dong Ming's appearance, it didn't look like he was lying, and if it was really his hand, it would be too obvious.
"Could it be poisoning?" Xiaolan struggled to break away from Ai Luo's arm.
Fan Wenrui shook his lowered head, "There are no doctors among us, so we can't be sure how he died, and we all eat the same food. There is no reason for this to happen."
"Now we have two people dead. This is definitely not a coincidence," Sister Mei said in a low voice. "First of all, we have to consider whether Lao Liu's death was a homicide or an accident. If it was a homicide, then who killed Lao Liu and who killed Lao Liu Could it be the same person who killed Miss Su, and his purpose was...what are you laughing at?"
Everyone followed Sister Mei's eyes and saw Feng Jing standing at the door of the kitchen with a sneer.
"Nothing, nothing," Feng Jing waved his hands casually, with a disdainful evil smile still on his face, "I didn't laugh at that dead man, I laughed at you."
"Why are you laughing at me?" Sister Mei's eyes darkened obviously.
"I'm laughing at you. I'm laughing at you for swaying around. You really treat yourselves like nothing." Feng Jing said, turning around and walking into the living room. "Don't be so anxious to show off. You can't even see through other people's disguises. You guys Just pray and pray that you can live a few more nights.”
"What the hell is he talking about?" Iroh muttered.
Xiaolan quietly glanced at the glasses and Siman's reaction. Sure enough, after hearing these words, their hands clasped together were trembling a little.
These two people have some problems.
After placing Lao Liu's body in the morgue, everyone became much calmer. Fan Wenrui helped Dong Ming bandage his wounds. They sat down and began to review the story.
"If Dongming is telling the truth... Don't mind, Dongming, we are assuming... If Dongming didn't lie, Lao Liu would have died either from an accident or from some kind of remotely controlled murder. Isn't that okay with everyone? ?" Fan Wenrui asked.
Sister Mei nodded, "Bleeding from the seven orifices is generally a symptom of which method of death?"
Everyone who had never studied medicine was silent for a while.
"Just...it's just poisoning." Glasses said.
"Where was the poison placed?" Xiaolan asked with a frown.
"Has he touched anything?" Ai Luo looked up and looked at the refrigerator, "Is it in the refrigerator?"
Sister Mei raised her hand, "Probably not. I checked the refrigerator after Lao Liu's accident. There was nothing foreign, and I wasn't poisoned."
The head is really solid.
Xiaolan secretly handed over a "respect" in her heart, and nodded seriously on the surface.
"Then remote control murder... how to achieve it?" Dong Ming regained some sense and asked.
Everyone could only shake their heads in despair.
There are still too few clues.
While everyone was chatting, Feng Jing, who had been watching TV in the living room, suddenly appeared from behind Sister Mei. He glanced at them briefly, walked straight to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, and took out a box of bento.
Feng Jing didn't say anything else. After taking the lunch, he turned around and walked back to the living room.
"What's wrong with him... Hey, it's dark again?" Ai Luo looked out the window in surprise at the sky that had darkened at some point.
Xiaolan quickly turned to look out the window.
Sure enough, the dusk outside the window had passed, the night was closing, and everything during the day was once again enveloped in darkness.
"What time is this..." Fan Wenrui looked down at his watch, "Huh? It's actually nine o'clock."
The same time as yesterday when the bento appeared.
However, it obviously only felt like a few hours had passed.
After finishing the lunch, it was almost eleven o'clock. Everyone wanted to discuss something else, but sleepiness came over them, and everyone yawned. They could only choose to rest first and talk about other things tomorrow.
"Then the girls will have to live on the bed in the living room." Fan Wenrui was so sleepy that his eyes had several layers of double eyelids. "Will Glasses and Siman still sleep on the sofa? Okay... don't be afraid, the glasses will protect you." Yes, our room will not close the door, well, if something happens, you must shout loudly."
After finishing the instructions, Fan Wenrui took Dong Ming back to the boy's bedroom. Feng Jing had already fallen asleep. The two of them opened the door wide, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.
Xiaolan felt Ai Luo grabbing the clothes on her back, leaning on her tightly, and fell into sleep amidst the sound of breathing one after another in the living room.
Xiaolan felt like she was walking.
My feet were wet and heavy, as if I was wading in water.
There was something waiting for me in the distance.
Xiaolan walked over.
It's two big characters.
Those two big characters were like two stone fortresses made of reinforced concrete, standing in front of Xiaolan, blocking his way.
Those two words are...
Xiaohong.
It's his own pseudonym.
Suddenly, Xiaolan found a gap, and she slipped through it.
It worked.
She looked back.
But, those two words have changed.
Xiaolan.
It became her real name.
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