"Yes, you are right, but the problem is that the stains on your shirt cuffs and the stains on the sheets were not stained on the same day." Zhou Wensheng grabbed the mutton skewers from Wang Bin's hand and asked, "If you were Yan Shaojun , the person you invited to help you grow flowers will kill your flowers every now and then, what will you do?"
"That must be expulsion and replacement!" Wang Bin blurted out without thinking, "Not to mention it is my wife's favorite flower."
"That's right." Zhou Wensheng took off the last piece of mutton on the sign and looked at Wang Bin with a smile, "Then do you think Yan Shaojun will let his employees raise the flowers that his beloved wife likes to death?"
"But we have all seen the flowers in that garden with our own eyes... they can bloom so well, how could they not be maintained by professionals?"
"Then do you still remember the fish tank on the desk of 'Scrooge'?" Zhou Wensheng did not answer Wang Bin's question, but changed the topic.
"Remember..." Wang Bin scratched his head in confusion, "Are these two related?"
"Do you think he is good at raising fish?"
"Yes..." Wang Bin nodded, "Have the three fish in the glass tank lived for several years?"
"Are you sure the fish you see every time are always the same three?" Zhou Wensheng said with a meaningful smile.
Zhou Wensheng's smile made Wang Bin feel a little creepy.
"When I first joined the team, I followed Scrooge. At that time, his girl was just two years old and she liked little goldfish. Scrooge kept a fish in the office, but he was such a big boss, how could he raise one? Fish, that fish would churn every day. Later, when he was buying fish, he learned from his boss. The boss told him a lot of things to pay attention to, but you also know that in our line of work, it is very busy. He couldn't take care of the fish when he got up, so he didn't have time to take care of the fish, so later the boss half-jokingly insulted him and said that if he couldn't keep it well, he should change it frequently. He asked others, "Change the water frequently." Is that enough? The boss smiled and said to him, it’s about changing fish frequently.”
"So, what you are saying is that the flowers in that garden are so good not because they are properly maintained, but because they are replaced frequently?" Wang Bin looked at Zhou Wensheng with an expression of disbelief.
"But why did he do this?!" With Zhou Wensheng's cowardly expression, Wang Bin asked his second question.
"As for why, that's the answer we need to find next." Zhou Wensheng paused and continued, "What we need to do now is to seize his 'diligence in changing'!"
"Then how do you know they will change the flowers tonight?" The question that was bothering him was answered, and Wang Bin once again held the barbecue in the packaging box in his hand.
"I don't know..." Zhou Wensheng picked up a skewer of barbecue and looked at Wang Bin like a fool. "If you can't catch it today, come back tomorrow. If you can't catch it tomorrow, come back the day after tomorrow. It's a fox, The tail always shows!”
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Nanyuan Community, 8-3-1516.
23:55.
A white dress floated across the room with only a little moonlight.
Under the moonlight, the white skirt opened the drawer and tiptoed out a bag that had been prepared.
Five candles, a box of matches, a fruit knife, a small bowl, and a bottle of dark ink.
Baiqun took out the contents of the bag one by one and placed them under the moonlight.
After putting everything away, she knelt down devoutly and poured the ink into the bowl.
The dark ink reflected the silvery moonlight.
After Baiqun carefully put the ink bottle away, she picked up the fruit knife beside her.
The gleaming fruit knife paused in mid-air for a moment, then slashed toward the white wrist without hesitation.
Bright red blood gushes out from the wound instantly and falls on the skirt, like a delicate red rose.
Baiqun hung her wrist above the small bowl, letting the blood flow into the bottomless bowl of black ink.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Drops of blood melted into the ink.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Time passed by minute by minute.
23:58.
The white skirt stood up with a small bowl in her hand, and her white feet gently came to the center of the room.
As the steps moved, the hem of the skirt swayed slightly, the liquid in the bowl gradually became less and less, and an inverted five-pointed star appeared on the ground.
After doing all this, Baiqun raised her eyes and glanced at the watch hanging on the wall.
23:59:20.
Put down the bowl, pick up the candles and matches, light them one by one, and stand on the five points of the five-pointed star.
The huge flames moved automatically without wind, swaying gently, blending with the moonlight spilling in from the window, creating an indescribable sense of beauty.
23:59:50.
Baiqun put down the match and picked up the fruit knife again. She raised her beautiful eyes and looked around, and the corners of her beautiful mouth were slightly raised in the candlelight.
brush!
The white skirt closed the curtains, blocking the cold moonlight from outside the room.
With the help of weak candlelight, Bai skirt walked to the center of the reverse pentagram with bare feet.
"clatter!"
The moment the hour, minute, and second hands overlapped at 12, the clock made a slight sound.
The corners of Bai Qun's mouth rose, and the fruit knife in her hand was inserted into her chest without hesitation.
boom!
Baiqun opened her arms and hit the reverse pentagram hard.
The light of the five candles swayed back and forth in shock.
The dim candlelight shrouded the white dress.
On the chest of the white skirt, an ugly and twisted inverse pentagram like an earthworm formed a sharp contrast with the youthful and handsome face of the white skirt.
"Click!"
0:01.
The door next to the white skirt was opened from the outside.
A pair of shiny black leather shoes stepped into the door.
The candlelight barely illuminated the outline of the person coming.
The masked face cannot be seen clearly.
There were only two long and narrow openings in the mask for the eyes.
Perhaps the candlelight was too weak, and the facial features could not be seen clearly in the narrow opening, only darkness.
But if Baiqun was still alive, she would definitely feel the ruthless and cold breath of death emanating from the pitch black.
She closed the door behind her black leather shoes, squatted down, and carefully observed the pale but smiling face in the white skirt by the candlelight.
The white-gloved hand caressed the face in the white skirt, and finally stopped on the slightly raised, exquisite lips.
"I'm here as promised." A faintly excited voice came from under the pale and expressionless mask.
"Your wish, Lord Soma, will come true for you. Now I am going to take away the price you have to pay."
After finishing speaking, the black leather shoe took out a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket and replaced the white gloves he wore when he entered.
By the candlelight, a pair of hands with slender fingers covered the eyes of the white skirt.
In just an instant, two bloody black holes appeared on Bai Qun's originally pale face, and the blood slowly spread on that handsome face.
A pair of round eyeballs, with the residual warmth of the white skirt, are lying quietly in the palm of the black leather shoes.
