Holding a satin box in his hand, Luo Binhan limped out of the front yard and headed to Pierre's house across the road. Most of his lameness was an act, just to amuse Yu Xiaorong, who was behind him with an angry expression on his face, and the gift was a sandalwood folding fan with peach blossom ink drawings and poetic inscriptions on the handle. It wasn't an expensive gift, but experience told him that these fancy, exotic crafts would usually please the locals more than tea and sauces. But having said that, Anti-Pierre is Chen Wei's apprentice, and it is entirely possible that she would prefer a sword or a motorcycle.
"She won't see it," Yu Xiaorong said behind his head. "She never cares about what happens outside her house. Last time her mailbox was full of letters, and her mother reminded her to take it out and read it."
"Really?" Luo Binhan said in surprise. He had already stepped into Anti-Pierre's front yard, and the scene in this area made any doubt seem artificial. The tulip garden that originally belonged to the old Gerges family and the cobblestone path surrounding the iris are no longer traceable. The supposedly smooth green space has been neglected for a long time and has long invaded the stone gaps of the path. Rootgrass and chamomile grew wildly everywhere, and a kudzu that came from nowhere killed the rose vines that had been used to decorate the fence and upright swing, and was about to strangle several nearby beech saplings.
This scenery actually doesn't look too bad, it can even be called prosperous, lush and close to nature. But in the eyes of traditional residents of Regenberg, the orderliness and beauty of the courtyard indirectly represent the spiritual state of the family. No matter how long Anti-Pierre has lived here, she is still a stranger, no different from Luo Binhan. Her front yard, full of wild nature, reminded Luo Binhan of a word that he would only use in the past only when he had to eat Zhou Yu's food under extreme circumstances.
"Very original." He commented with as much praise as possible.
"My mother has always wanted to know how she made the lawn grow so fast." Yu Xiaorong said, "Our lawn will start to turn yellow if we water it slowly."
"Gardening is so mysterious!" Luo Binhan hummed. "This is obviously the power of music."
He rang the doorbell under Yu Xiaorong's ferocious gaze, secretly wondering if something with a more mysterious atmosphere would happen. But the door did not open automatically with a "squeak", nor did any suspicious-colored liquid flow from the crack in the door. They heard nothing at first, then the door lock turned suddenly and the owner of the house poked his head through the half-open door. Her wet hair and face were a little too close to Luo Binhan, so that Luo Binhan couldn't see her face clearly at the first glance. He only saw the other party's tangled dark hair and the dark eyes behind the hair. There was a dark gray wet mist flowing on the surface of those eyes, making them look like some kind of dead aquatic animal.
Luo Binhan instinctively took a big step back. He forgot he was standing on the steps and almost fell back into the front yard. Yu Xiaorong, who was standing behind, calmly pushed him back with his shoulder.
"Hello, Miss Pierre." He heard Yu Xiaorong say in German.
The head sticking out of the door slowly turned, looking at the two people outside the door with dark eyes. Only then did Luo Binhan finally see what the owner of the house looked like. Her skin is close to chocolate color in the sun, and her facial features are particularly prominent and full of personal characteristics: her lips are broad, but they complement the long and slanted eyebrows, her chin and cheekbones are slightly sharp, but her eyes still show a strong personality. An innocent and romantic look. A beauty that was both eye-catching and unforgettable. When she stared at Luo Binhan expressionlessly, she was like a poisonous snake peeking out of a cave, or like a child being stopped by a stranger for questioning.
Luo Binhan quickly calmed down. There is a big gap between Anti Pierre and Chen Wei's apprentice in his imagination, but it is still better than facing Asabam. He smiled and said a less than standard "hello" to his neighbor. Anti-Pierre still kept her head tilted and blinked her eyes slowly. All the water from her hair dripped on the porch. No one seemed to care about this.
Yu Xiaorong spoke a few more words in German, this time very quickly. Luo Binhan did not fully understand, but he guessed from her gestures that she was asking about the anonymous package. During this period, Anti-Pierre was still staring at them with only his head exposed, his expression revealing nothing. It was really not a comfortable and natural state, so much so that Luo Binhan began to imagine that there was some kind of ulterior secret behind the door. A beautiful snake with only a human-like head. Behind its neck is a long, wet and terrifying reptile body. This indeed seemed like a disciple that Chen Wei would accept. He couldn't explain why he thought so.
But unlike his fantasy, Anti-Pierre is not a monster visible to the naked eye. After Yu Xiaorong finished saying everything, she got out from behind the door, revealing her human body in a bathrobe. Her figure and appearance were equally eye-catching, and she was unusually tall even in Regenberg. She wiped her wet hands on her bathrobe and patted Yu Xiaorong on the shoulder, as if to show that she was under control. Then she looked at Luo Binhan again.
"Hello, neighbor." Luo Binhan said. He tried his best to ignore Anti-Pierre's ungraceful dress and handed over the gift he had prepared. Antique Pierre took it naturally, opened the box and looked at the contents. Luo Binhan never had high expectations for giving gifts. His goal was just to be successful in social etiquette. He didn't even expect Ante Pierre to immediately figure out how to use this small scented wooden product. But Ante Pierre seemed to recognize it immediately. She took it out of the box, held it in her hand and shook it gently, and unfolded the folding fan as neatly as a peacock spreading its tail.
A smile suddenly broke out on her face. It wasn't a polite smile, it was like a kid getting free ice cream at an amusement park. Before Luo Binhan had time to express how flattered he was, Anti-Pierre had already opened his arms and gave him a warm hug, almost lifting him off the ground with his arms. Fortunately, before the hug lasted, she grabbed her fan and ran back into the house.
Luo Binhan stood there dumbfounded.
"Don't be surprised," Yu Xiaorong raised his eyebrows, "Philippe Colon gave her a bouquet of flowers before, and she ate the petals in front of him."
"It's amazing." Luo Binhan murmured, "I didn't expect her to be so... original?"
"It's amazing. I didn't realize she was so fond of Eastern culture before."
All this may have nothing to do with culture, but with a security officer wandering in the universe. Luo Binhan thought secretly in his heart, but he didn't dare to show anything. Yu Xiaorong's suspicious eyes were falling on his face. He might have said something wrong just now.
Anti-Pierre came back like a gust of wind. Her wet hair had been tossed half dry, and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. She grabbed their arms and invited them into the house without any explanation. The living room is much neater than the front yard. Apart from new water marks on the wooden floor, there are no other obvious stains. Antique Pierre placed them on the sofa, and went to the kitchen to make drinks for the guests. At this time, Luo Binhan discovered another thing that should not be ignored, that is, Anti-Pierre ran silently because she kept walking barefoot.
"Amazing." He could only repeat.
"And it's quite charming." Yu Xiaorong said, studying the patterns on the coffee table. "Miller said she might have been a believer in voodoo and lived in the jungle without clothes."
"Don't talk nonsense. She doesn't look African."
"How many Africans have you seen?"
"Quite a lot." Luo Binhan said nonchalantly. He was 100% sure that this was another trap designed by Yu Xiaorong.
"So what do they all look like?"
"All kinds of things? Just like the people in our town? You don't think they have ever seen a fan or an induction cooker, right? Isn't this discrimination?"
Yu Xiaorong pursed her lips, unable to continue asking. Luo Binhan knew that he had successfully resisted her temptation again. He got up with particular diligence and slipped into the kitchen to see what Anti-Pierre was preparing. Yu Xiaorong did not follow him, but still followed his movements with his eyes. He poked his head into the kitchen and saw that the entire kitchen counter was as clean as new and there were not many bottles and cans. Antique Pierre next to the refrigerator was pouring orange juice into three paper cups. The refrigerator door was open. Luo Binhan took a sneak peek and saw only the packaging boxes of various fast food and canned foods.
He coughed slightly. Antique Pierre suddenly turned her head to look at him, still pouring orange juice in her hand. When the rushing bubbles were about to overflow the mouth of the glass, her hand straightened the mouth of the bottle, as if there was an eye on her palm. Her head turned almost 180 degrees, without any discomfort, and hung quietly without any movement. In an instant, Luo Binhan felt that what was in front of him was not a living person, but a beautiful and creepy leather sheath.
He made a silencing gesture towards her, and then said in Chinese under his breath: "I am an acquaintance of 'Fajian'. She said she knew you... you have a, um, master-disciple relationship?"
Anti-Pierre's face broke into a smile again. Her emotions don't seem to require any transition or buffering, switching between empty and excited in an instant. Her dark eyes suddenly sparkled again, looking eagerly at Luo Binhan's face, and all of this seemed to be because he said the word "Dharma Sword". There is no doubt that she is Chen Wei's apprentice and she can understand Chinese. This made Luo Binhan feel slightly relaxed. Now he finally had a strong ally in Regenberg. Not only does it have real force, but it can also serve as a status deterrent to Yu Xiaorong as a part-time nanny.
He pretended to be interested in the decoration in the kitchen and moved his body further in so as not to let Yu Xiaorong outside find anything suspicious.
"Your master told me before he left that you live in this town," he said quickly, "Thank you for taking care of my little sister. You... um, really can't speak?"
Anti-Pierre blinked and nodded with great conviction.
"Uh, okay, I'm sorry." Luo Binhan said, "I thought you just... didn't want to be exposed too much. I think even if there is something wrong with your throat, your master can always cure it."
Anti-Pierre stretched out a finger and pressed it on his throat. Her lips parted, her head lifted, and her breath poured out as if singing. However, all Luo Binhan heard was silence. He stared at her blankly until Anti-Pierre closed his lips again. She pressed the fingers that were holding her throat to her lips and shook her head at Luo Binhan solemnly. This seemed to be a warning, but Luo Binhan really couldn't understand it. At this time, Yu Xiaorong had crept to the kitchen door like a cat. Luo Binhan noticed this scene from the reflection of the tiles on the wall, and immediately admired the brightly lit cooking table.
"I've never seen such a clean kitchen!" he exclaimed.
Yu Xiaorong stared at him angrily. She must have realized that she was missing something, but Anti-Pierre had already cheerfully thrust a glass of orange juice into her hand and pushed her back into the living room. Luo Binhan took the initiative to take another cup, and then quietly asked Yu Xiaorong: "Did you tell her about the fake express delivery?"
"Only a few words. She hasn't told me anything yet."
"How should she tell you?" Luo Binhan asked with interest, "Did you learn to interpret sign language specifically for her?"
"Only part of the daily routine."
"Where's the rest?"
"She can write or draw."
Luo Binhan really wanted to inquire about Anti-Pierre's daily social life, but Yu Xiaorong stopped paying attention to him. She spoke her native language at the speed of a local. At this point, Luo Binhan could hardly hear a word. He could only guess which step Yu Xiaorong had reached based on Yu Xiaorong's hand pointing out the window, the way she held a heavy object, or the way she turned her eyes towards him. He did not dare to ask or add anything in Chinese, because Ante Pierre might react to this, and there was no reason for a female music teacher in Regenberg to understand Chinese.
"Did you see it?" He vaguely heard Yu Xiaorong ask.
Anti-Pierre listened with rapt attention to that long exposition. It was difficult to tell what she thought about this matter from her expression, but now Luo Binhan felt that his previous judgment was wrong. Antique Pierre is different from Chen Wei, but he also doesn’t look like someone who can play pranks on parcels. She spread her hands upward - Luo Binhan guessed that meant "no" - and then pointed her index finger at herself and waved her palms inwards.
"Did she admit that she did it?" Luo Binhan asked.
"She said she could help." Yu Xiaorong explained, "She wanted to see our package."
"She wasn't on the original murder list, was she?" Luo Binhan said. Yu Xiaorong glared at him and kicked his ankle secretly under the coffee table. Luo Binhan obediently moved his feet to the other side, wondering what to do. Since it wasn't Anti-Pierre, he was completely at a loss. Who else could it be? The mysterious swordsman who lives in seclusion in the mountains doesn't seem to like him very much. Either this was a trap for Chen Wei and Anti-Pierre, a terrible conspiracy from cosmic criminals that he didn't know about, just to lure Anti-Pierre to open the mail package for the little girl next door - said It was a bit nonsense to be honest, but he really couldn't think of any other reason.
"Let's call the police." He said reluctantly. "Since this is not a surprise from the neighbor, we will follow the standard procedure: stay away from the house, report the police, and then tell your mother."
He regretted his reckless statement the next second. It's not that there is anything to consider in this decision - sometimes he will find that he is quite willing to risk his life to satisfy his curiosity, but first he must not let Yu Xiaorong get involved - but almost as soon as he finished speaking, Anti · There was a clear look of disapproval on Pierre's face. Fortunately, Yu Xiaorong didn't seem to notice, and she was busy raising her objections.
"Don't tell mom," she said.
"Rongrong, she will know from the police. Your mother is richer and more powerful than you. She simply does whatever she wants."
"Then we shouldn't call the police."
"Of course we should call the police," Luo Binhan said emphatically, "instead of letting a neighbor, who doesn't know Chinese characters or understand Chinese at all, go check the suspicious package on our behalf, right? What if she What should I do if I get injured during an examination?”
Yu Xiaorong turned to look at Ante Pierre. But at this moment, the latter had heard Luo Binhan's reminder, and showed a confused expression, not understanding what happened at all. Her expression didn't look like a performance, and even Luo Binhandou began to doubt whether she understood his prompts. He really couldn't figure her out right now.
The scene fell into silence. Luo Binhan and Yu Xiaorong looked at each other, and there was no additional dispute. Luo Binhan has known a long time ago what kind of words can suppress Yu Xiaorong. She does have a bit of moral burden on her body - if spying on a secret may harm innocent people, she will honestly give up. For now it will. It won't be long before she agrees that they should call the police.
At this time, Anti-Pierre stood up first. She still had that confused and confused expression on her face, and walked all the way to the door with a half glass of orange juice in her hand. Luo Binhan and Yu Xiaorong both looked straight at her crossing the entrance. She acted so naturally and relaxed, as if she were about to draw a ruffled curtain, that none of them understood where she was going. Until they saw her through the window crossing the front yard and the road, and in the blink of an eye she had entered the garden path of Yu Xiaorong's house.
"Oh no." Yu Xiaorong said. She stood up and ran away, shouting "stop" in German. Luo Binhan followed her and took a small piece of unfamiliar shredded paper from the sofa. It must have been stuck to the back of Yu Xiaorong's pajamas. It felt like scraps of newspaper. God knows what good things this little girl did with the newspaper.
They intercepted Anti-Pierre before she entered. Yu Xiaorong tried his best to explain the danger of the situation to her in a lot of German, but Anti-Pierre just held her orange juice and looked into the room without warning. She saw the mail package on the table, but she did not walk over to it. Instead, she closed her eyes and listened carefully to something. But there was actually no suspicious movement in the room, especially the sound of water dripping, animals crawling, or the second hand moving. But Anti-Pierre listened as carefully as a mime on the screen.
Yu Xiaorong's persuasive voice gradually stopped, and she stared at Anti-Pierre keenly, as if she really knew something. Luo Binhan's heart lifted. He asked loudly: "Is there anything going on? Who among us is going to call the police?"
Anti-Pierre opened his eyes. This time her face was pure curiosity, even a little happy. She screamed twice - this was the first time Luo Binhan heard her make a sound - and then ran all the way upstairs and ran straight into Yu Xiaorong's room. Then they heard the strings being plucked and a soothing melody coming from upstairs. Luo Binhan looked at Yu Xiaorong with his mouth open, and the latter folded his hands on his arms and looked back at him with a bit of provocation.
"I said, she is charming in this way." Yu Xiaorong said, "She is very mysterious."
"Very mysterious." Luo Binhan had to agree.
They continued to stand at the door and listened, until when the melody entered the second verse, Yu Xiaorong suddenly let go of her arm, and she also cried out softly.
"That's it," she said.
"who?"
"Lorelei. This song is about Lorelai, the succubus of the Rhine."
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