At six o'clock in the morning, Lin Linyou finally returned to his apartment. The dripping stopped for two more quarters, and it was the next day.
He spent more than an hour going back and forth.
The strange thing is that Lin Long and the others haven't gone to bed yet, they are still gathering in the kitchen to warm themselves by the fire!
It turned out that Lin Long insisted on waiting for her brother, and Yu Miaolan also wanted to get the news about Huang Ze in prison from him as soon as possible, so neither of them wanted to go to bed.
Zhang Bi lit a brazier for them to warm themselves up by the fire. Firstly, he was worried about them waiting here. Secondly, since it was a long night, he also liked to stay with his little sister to brag and talk nonsense, so he stayed to warm up by the fire. Anyway, I don’t have to go to work the next day and can sleep as long as I want, which is great!
Yue Rong and Ren Ranyang fell asleep separately, and they must have fallen into sweet dreams at this time.
Hearing the courtyard door open, Lin Long and three others ran out from the kitchen to greet him.
Facing the charcoal fire, Lin Linyou warmed his red hands and shivered. He drank two more sips of hot wine. His body became much warmer and he finally regained his composure.
"Huang Lang, how is he?" Yu Miaolan hesitated and finally asked. Although it was her idea to let Huang Ze leave with less pain, she was afraid of hearing such an answer.
"Huang Ze, he is very good." Lin Lin said, "He also has a good appetite. He has finished all the dumplings he brought."
"so he……"
"He's still alive." Lin Linyou had already thought about what to say to her when he came, "Don't worry, I will help him when he really needs it. You don't actually have to ask yourself."
Yu Miaolan nodded, with tears of gratitude and sadness in her eyes.
Lin Long didn't understand what they were talking about, and just as he was about to ask, Zhang Bi had already picked up three sticks of incense and handed them to Lin Linyou: "In a hurry, you haven't worshiped the Stove Lord yet!"
Lin Linyou took the incense, bowed several times to the statue of "Jiutian Dongchu Si Ming Zao Lord" on the chimney, and inserted the incense into the incense burner on the stove. Just as he was about to sit down, Zhang Ben came back from the stove. He took a sugar melon from the fruits placed on the altar and handed it to him.
"Don't eat it, don't eat it, it's too sweet." Lin Linyou waved his hand.
"It's not for you to eat." Zhang Bi stuffed the sugar melon into Lin Linyou's hand, "I want you to feed it to the Stove Lord."
Lin Linyou didn't know these many rules. With Zhang Ben's commanding eyes, he hesitantly put Tanggua on Zaojun's mouth.
Look at the Stove Lord's mouth, which is already covered with sugar melons and sweet cakes.
"Hey - that's right." Zhang Bi said, "You have done so many bad things in the world. Please ask the Stove Lord to eat your sugar melon. If your mouth is sweeter, he will not complain to the Jade Emperor. May I wish you good luck in the coming year and marry him three wives and four concubines."
"If the Kitchen God eats something so sweet, will it cause high blood sugar?" Lin Linyou teased with a smile.
"Bah, bah, bah! There are no taboos! You stinky mouth, hurry up and bah!" Zhang Bi reprimanded.
Lin Linyou had no choice but to sigh a few times, thinking that the ancients had so many rules and etiquette. Fortunately, my little sister was simple and would not suspect that I was not her brother.
After thinking about it, it's not that the ancients had many rules and etiquette, but that young people like his generation have lost most of the rules and etiquette.
Zhang Ben stretched and said, "Okay, go to bed! Little sister, your elder brother is back too. Let's go and sleep with Brother Zhang."
"Wait a minute, what do you mean sleeping with you?" Lin Linyou said unhappy on his face.
"What are you thinking? I mean, let my little sister follow me to her room...go to her room to sleep." Zhang Bi said.
"The Stove Prince should go to the Jade Emperor and say more bad things about your boy." Lin Lin persuaded.
Yu Miaolan stood up and bowed: "Zhang Baihu Lin Zongqi, Sister Long, I will go upstairs first. You should also rest early! Meishan."
Lin Linyou pulled her to sit down: "Wait a minute, I have something else to ask you."
"Mr. Lin Qi, what's going on?" Yu Miaolan asked.
"Huang Ze just now wrote a word on the palm of my hand. I wasn't sure what it was for the moment." Lin Lin said, "But I think it must be the name of the murderer."
"You're not sure what the word is, how can you be sure it's the murderer's name?" Zhang Bi asked.
"Come on, all of you put your hands over, let's brainstorm and see what the word is."
Zhang Ben and the three of them all stretched out their hands to Lin Linyou, and Lin Linyou drew a word on their palms one by one based on his memory.
"It's so itchy." Lin Long chuckled and retracted his hand.
"How about it? What do you think it will be?" Lin Linyou asked, "Have you figured it out yet?"
Zhang Bi said: "You wrote in such a sloppy way, a ghost can guess it!" while he scratched it in his hand again.
"I think it's the word 'emperor'." Lin Long thought for a while and said.
"Damn it, little sister, please don't say this nonsense!" Zhang Bian, Lin Linyou and others said in unison.
Lin Long was startled: "What's wrong?"
"it's okay no problem……"
How could the killer be the emperor? Even if it is, Huang Ze should also write the word "emperor", right? Say it again... No more words, my little sister’s answer is too much.
"Brother, what do you think the word is?" Lin Linyou asked Zhang Bi again, "You've been thinking about it for a long time and you haven't figured it out yet."
"I feel...I'm embarrassed to say it." Zhang Bi's eyes were filled with evil intent, his mouth was crooked, and his expression gradually became lewd.
"What are you embarrassed to say?" Lin Linyou frowned, "When did you become so cowardly?"
"If you were the only one, I would say it, but there are two girls!" Zhang Bi said, "Forget it, I'll write it for you!" He picked up a piece of charcoal and said, "Swish, swish, swish." "Written a word on the palm of his hand, stretched it out to Lin Linyou's face, and showed it to him alone.
When Lin Linyou looked at it, his expression became subtle. Lin Long wanted to poke his head in to take a peek, but Lin Linyou pushed his little head away, and at the same time he pulled Zhang Bi's claws away with his other hand: "You are such a person. ...I don’t even know how to say hello! How could Huang Ze write this word!"
What Zhang Bi wrote was a character composed of three parts: "corpse, mouth, and scarf". No wonder his eyes were so mean.
"Maybe he wants to tell you that the murderer is a man, and a... very big man!" Zhang Bi said.
"Are you as big as Brother Zhuan'er?" Lin Linyou rolled his eyes at Zhang Bi.
"Are you particularly old?" Lin Long asked.
"Ah, yes, yes!" Lin Linyou said perfunctorily to Lin Long and looked at Zhang Bi, "Stop talking nonsense! Quickly wipe that word on your hand... Miss Yu, what word did you guess?" He was too lazy to Talking to Zhang Bi, he asked about Yu Miaolan.
"Often." Yu Miaolan said.
"Hey! We both guessed the same thing!" Lin Linyou slapped his thigh, and it was most likely the word!
"I'm not guessing." Yu Miaolan said, "Huang Lang had a master who taught him martial arts, whose nickname was 'Chang'."
Lin Linyou and Zhang Ben looked at each other and suddenly realized! No wonder Huang Ze defends the murderer so much, it makes sense! From this point of view, this Master Chang is most likely the real culprit behind the Jiaofangsi case!
"The murderer... no, do you know what his master's full name is?"
Before Zhang Bi could erase the words on his hand, he extended his hand to Lin Linyou's face: "Hey, you see, as long as I stretch my hand like this, you will become an elephant."
"Let's talk about business!" Lin Linyou grabbed Zhang Bi's hand, put it on his face and smeared it twice, leaving his face covered with black coal, "An elephant, right? Do you look like one now?" A tabby cat that just hides in the stove and sleeps?"
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