The woman also heard from Mr. Lin the past about how he defiled Miss Mo Er and killed her.
These are exactly the same as what Liang Yuanque heard from Old Mrs. Lin. It is basically certain that the old lady did not lie in this part.
The only mystery is why Mrs. Lin killed Miss Mo and the child.
The woman also asked Mr. Lin what the eldest lady saw nearby.
The confused Mr. Lin actually didn't speak very coherently, and he hesitated and didn't say why. He kept saying that she was running around, and she saw it.
He probably couldn't escape because he saw the old lady killing Miss Mo.
The woman then told some secrets she knew, but they were all insignificant things. They were either some conflicts between parents or Mr. Lin's stories about his affairs with women.
These have nothing to do with the case Liang Yuanque wants to investigate, so let her make a long story short and make a simple judgment on whether it is useful.
After everything was said, Liang Yuanque stood up and asked Zhuang Youjie to leave. The woman called him, but said nothing and looked at him with a strange look.
Liang Yuanque thought for a moment, grabbed all the change he had just received from the drug store, and gave it to the woman.
The other party immediately smiled and waved goodbye to them with a bright face, sent them out and said,
"Hey, if you have any plans to take revenge on the Lin family, you can call me, just in case I can help in any way!"
Liang Yuanque agreed casually, then pulled Zhuang Youjie and hurried to the hotel.
The hotel owner had been waiting for a long time. When he saw them coming back, he quickly came forward to take the medicine bag.
"Why did it take so long? Is it difficult to buy medicinal materials?"
"Well, I was delayed for a while because of something," Liang Yuanque thought about it and explained, "but it has nothing to do with your daughter's injury, so don't worry."
"Hey," the boss nodded repeatedly, "The steel pot you asked for is ready. How do you make this medicine?"
"You can't do this, take me to the kitchen." Liang Yuanque said to him.
There haven't been many guests in the hotel lately, and the kitchen helpers have gone off work at night, so the kitchen is empty.
Liang Yuanque set up the pot, put the medicinal materials in, and added a small amount of water to boil.
"It won't burn the pot, will it?" The boss looked at the pot, a little worried.
"No," Liang Yuanque patted his shoulder, "I know it, don't worry."
The concoction was simmering in the pot. Taking advantage of this interval, the boss called Liang Yuanque and Zhuang Youjie to have dinner.
The dinner was cooked by the boss himself. Not to mention his craftsmanship, it was even more delicious than what he had cooked before.
And now Liang Yuanque is the only hope for their father and daughter, so it can be clearly seen that the food is much richer than before.
After dinner, Zhuang Youjie complained that he was tired, so Liang Yuanque asked him to go back to his room to rest while he went to the kitchen to stare at the medicine pot.
Making medicine is a long and boring job. In a sense, it can exercise one's will very well.
If a person can do the job of brewing medicine calmly, then his patience will be enough to handle a large part of the work.
What Liang Yuanque needs to make now is not a medicinal soup, but an ointment to use on the wound, so it is even more difficult to add water and control the heat.
There was no need for anyone to watch when the concoction was boiling at the beginning. When all the brown concoction seeped out, Liang Yuanque poured out most of the water, lowered the heat and simmered slowly.
The process of condensing the medicinal juice into a paste is very long. In the early stage, attention should be paid to the heat and moisture. In the later stage, the medicinal residue must be taken out and stirred until it solidifies.
Therefore, Zhuang Youjie fell asleep and woke up again. Liang Yuanque had not come back yet, and there was no sign of coming back in the meantime.
It was already late at night, and the sky would be dark for another two hours.
When Liang Yuanque went to make the medicine, he asked the boss not to disturb him easily, but Zhuang Youjie thought that he wouldn't let the boss go, and he didn't say not to let himself go, so he yawned and walked towards the kitchen.
When he went there, Liang Yuanque's ointment had just been boiled and poured into a prepared jar to let cool.
These brown gel-like substances will turn into a more viscous paste after cooling for a period of time.
And Liang Yuanque needs to put in the last and most important medicinal ingredient before it solidifies.
He found a kitchen knife and made a mark on his wrist. He felt that the knife was too big. If it made such a cut, it would probably not heal without sewing.
After thinking about it, he took out a Western folding knife from his backpack and put the blade on his wrist.
After the experience of being stabbed by a big man from Rao Di, he decided that he must always have some self-defense weapons on him, and he could not just trust his own feet to run fast.
So he went shopping and bought a handful of gadgets like this. The advantage was that they were easy to carry.
But until now, he has never tried it, and he doesn't know whether such a small thing is fast or not.
Just as he was thinking about it, he slashed with a knife. The wound was much deeper than expected, and blood splashed all over his face.
Okay, now it's confirmed, this gadget is very sharp.
"Ouch, it's broken, it's broken!" Liang Yuanque quickly threw the knife away and grabbed his wrist. The sticky blood was still pouring out. In order not to waste it, he quickly caught it with a jar.
Human body temperature is around ninety-eight degrees Fahrenheit, and blood is almost at this temperature, but Liang Yuanque's body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people, and the blood that pours out can hardly feel the temperature.
Zhuang Youjie yawned and pushed the door open, and saw Liang Yuanque holding his bleeding wrist with one hand.
The blood splattered over a large area. Liang Yuanque's face and front of his clothes were stained with blood, and his arms were all stained with blood.
Zhuang Youjie was stunned for a moment, rubbed his eyes, and suspected that he was actually dreaming and didn't get up from the bed at all.
After rubbing his eyes, the scene in front of him still did not change. He simply slapped himself cruelly and heard Liang Yuanque say to himself,
"Did you come here specifically to show off to me?"
Hearing his voice, Zhuang Youjie finally came to his senses, exclaimed and rushed over to cover Liang Yuanque's wound.
"Who, who hurt you?"
Liang Yuanque rolled his eyes, "Does it look like someone else has been here?"
Zhuang Youjie looked around and saw the knife thrown on the countertop, with fresh blood drops on the blade.
"No, yourself...are you crazy?"
"I just didn't expect this knife to be so deep," Liang Yuanque felt that the blood in the jar was almost gone, so he ordered Zhuang Youjie,
"Hey, help me take the bandage out of the bag."
"Oh, okay." Zhuang Youjie quickly went to help him find a roll of bandage, and wrapped it in a thick layer to ensure that the blood would not drip out.
But it can be seen from the bandage that the blood inside is also seeping out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Liang Yuanque ignored his wrist and found a spoon to stir the ointment until the blood and the dark ointment were completely mixed together.
The medicinal smell of this ointment is very strong. If you don't smell it carefully, you can't smell the smell of blood.
Of course, Liang Yuanque has a different nose.
Zhuang Youjie saw his actions and finally understood,
"You, could it be said that you used your own blood to make this medicine?"
