"Your Highness." Nangong Baiye tilted his face, subconsciously avoiding this intimacy, and smiled politely: "I was thinking about how a weak woman could not have the strength to drag a slightly plump person downstairs without leaving any trace.
The body was abandoned outside the building."
Of course Beiming Liancheng noticed her resistance, his eyes turned cold, his expression became calmer, and then he laughed again: "Of course a weak woman cannot move it."
Of course a weak woman cannot move...
Of course a weak woman cannot move...
Of course a weak woman cannot move...
It was obviously a very common sentence, but Nangong Baiye couldn't let it go in his head. He replayed it over and over again, always feeling that he was implying something.
What can there be?
Generally speaking, when everyone hears words like this, they will focus on the adjective weak.
Nangong Baiye was no exception. She had been wondering if she had made a mistake in judgment. Maybe some of them knew martial arts.
However, Nangong Baiye carefully observed the girls and did not notice any traces of martial arts training on them. The most important and critical point was that the dead Liu Yin was heavier than any of them.
Nangong Baiye really couldn't figure out how the murderer dragged the body, not to mention that she dragged the body around the corridor.
Unless she is a strong man, one person can take on two... people.
No, that's not right!
The point of what His Highness said just now is not about weakness or weakness, but!!!
"There are two murderers?" Nangong Baiye's eyes flashed, and the moles under her eyes shone faintly. She looked at Beiming Liancheng as if waiting for his answer.
Beiming Liancheng just smiled, meaningfully: "At least it's not the same person. Sometimes ghosts can take on another form. You shoot me, and I shoot you."
Nangong Baiye could only shrug his shoulders and refuse to comment on such game-like remarks.
What needs to be solved now is who joined forces with whom to kill Liu Yin.
If there were two murderers, things would be much more difficult.
Because among these six people, it is very likely that they would lie to protect their companions.
This situation now really feels a bit like playing a killing game.
If the killer is smart enough, he will survive until the end of the game.
Nangong Baiye paused for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed again, and it felt like this game again.
Killing game...
Something seemed to flash through my mind.
Bacon?
A pile of rotten bacon...
There are also small faces, full of joy, anger, sorrow and joy, with empty mouths open, constantly devouring each other.
It seemed as if someone was whispering something in my ears.
The voice sounded very clean, like the singing in St. Petersburg Cathedral, low, high, and peaceful.
"Welcome to the fifth prison..."
Snap...
The firewood in the stove made a slight noise as it burned out.
Nangong Baiye woke up suddenly, and his face looked very bad.
"What?" Beiming Liancheng walked over, his narrow eyes emitting a dark night light for unknown reasons.
Nangong Baiye shook her head and said nothing. She felt that her current situation was very wrong.
No one will fall asleep in a few seconds...
unless!
"Are there other demons here?" Nangong Baiye stretched out his hand and pulled Beiming Liancheng's sleeve.
Beiming Liancheng lowered his head and looked at her holding his hand. He suddenly bent down and took her into his arms. He ran his hands along her hair again and again: "No, he is not here."
Nangong Baiye did not relax because of such comfort, but became even more tense.
What he said is that he is not here.
Then can she understand from the side that there is a black hand controlling everything behind the scenes? Even if he is not in Rosemary Tower, he can still fool people around?
Nangong Baiye slowly clenched her hands and raised the corners of her mouth a little. What she hated most was being played by others.
"Let's go down." Nangong Baiye's eyes brightened slightly: "It's time to use a little strategy. Since we have accomplices, it will be easier to defeat them separately."
Beiming Liancheng looked at her back, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, his thick eyebrows frowned, and the black feathers fell down.
In the thick black mist, Sheila, wearing a black cloak, knelt on the floor, with thick black mist lingering on her face: "Your Highness."
"Go back to the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons and walk around the palace of the Fifth Hell to help me find something." Beiming Liancheng's cold eyes passed over Sheila's body, every inch of which was cold.
Silla said respectfully, with doubts in her tone: "What are you looking for, Your Highness?"
"Cardiocardium fragment." Beiming Liancheng's tone became darker, but the smile at the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker. It was like the Mandosaurus blooming on the banks of the Styx Lake. It was full of evil and danger. Anyone who knew him well knew that
, this is the last time he was angry.
Silla lowered her head, not daring to waste a moment. The black mist spread from her feet to her whole body in just an instant.
There was only one person left in Beiming Liancheng in the empty corridor. His face was noble and indifferent. He was as arrogant as before, but even colder. The flickering shadow of the oil lamp in the ancestral hall completely set off his evil and sinister appearance like Satan in the dark night.
come out.
He stood there with one hand in the pocket of his fur coat and the other on the carved railing, his back straight, his thin lips slightly raised, and he heard a squeaking sound!
It seemed like something was broken. When I looked closely, I found a deep crack on the carved balustrade extending from one end to the other.
If someone comes and leans on it at this time, the railing will definitely break into powder and fly everywhere.
"Ha..." Beiming Liancheng tilted his head, his long bangs blocking his blood-stained demonic eyes. What he hated most was that the soul he admired was touched by others, even a little bit.
…
At this moment, Nangong Baiye still didn't know what was going on here. All her thoughts were on catching the murderer, with a faint smile on her lips.
Since those two people want to watch the drama of "you doubt me, I doubt you", then let them be the protagonists for once!
Nangong Baiye put down her tea cup and started her one-person interrogation method...
The first person called in was Hanzhi.
Compared to others, Hanzhi looked a little calmer.
Nangong Baiye looked at her and said only one sentence: "Saori just told me secretly, she said that you are the murderer..."
A message to readers: Thank you to all the friends who sent me to Saipan. I came up to take a look. Thank you for your hard work. I thought it would end tomorrow. If it weren’t for you, maybe I wouldn’t be able to go. Thank you all for your support. Then there will be an update.
There are updates every day, but the data has been adjusted. The specific situation will not be known until after the festival. I don’t know if you can see my message. It’s the Dragon Boat Festival. You can eat more rice dumplings. Thank you. The word count of the third update will be given.