Vol 2 Chapter 901: Deny but my job

Saying such words, Bai Chun Lio turned and left in the opposite direction with a strange smile.
...
The blood is spreading.
The wooden shoes at the feet of the two ceremonies stepped on the bluestone floor, and the sound was particularly obvious.
She was about to take a walk after dinner, but her eyes suddenly stopped.
She saw the blood spreading to her feet. The blood penetrated into the cracks of the stone bricks, and the strange smell of rust lingered on the tip of her nose.
This is... the seventh person who died.
When I recovered, the two ceremonies had already counted on their own.
The strange situation of the six people who had died tragically appeared before her eyes. There is no doubt that the victims of the serial murder in Guanbuzi City are closely related to her.
"Isn't it a coincidence?"
The two rituals lowered her voice and muttered to herself, her emptiness shifted away from the corpse, she didn't even dare to look at the mutilated corpse, and was unwilling to look at the Tai Chi icon left on the wall.
The death of the corpse this time was the worst, because it was right in front of Liangyi's house?
Or is it because I finally became more and more unable to control my inner desire to kill?
Recalling the words I heard from Baichun Risou this afternoon, the thinking of the two rituals has turned into a dead end. If the murderer is really himself, before the day when the day is completely out of control, would it be better to self-confess? ?
In this way, no one will be hurt, and no one will be burdened with the same sin.
With such thoughts, the two rituals gave birth to suicidal thoughts. She really didn't want to hurt Lin Feng someday in the future, and she didn't want to tarnish his trust.
(Wait, Shi! Do you really want to do this? Since you care about Lin Feng so much, you should at least tell him this intention, denial is my job!)
Liang Yizhi, who was completely absorbed in her own thinking, couldn't even take care of Liang Yizhi's stopping. She almost stumbled back into the room, never responding to any words of Liang Yizhi.
...
Lin Fengzheng slowly looked at the stone slab that Cangqi Orange placed on the table with his hands back. It was a record of this lost technique, on which was an ancient text that had been lost for hundreds of years.
After getting paid, Cangqi Orange bought back such a piece of goods with a lot of money, but could not figure out the doorway for a long time.
Of course Lin Feng could see it, but he didn't intend to say that just looking at the other person's curious and heart-wrenching appearance was fun enough.
"Before you bought it back, didn't you think about the problem you couldn't understand?"
Lin Fengxu glanced at the tangled oranges, his lips curled up like a smile.
It's okay not to mention it. When I mentioned it, Lin Feng's completely irrelevant attitude made Cangqi Orange a little anxious. She gritted her teeth and patted the table.
"Isn't it interesting because of the unknown? However, I didn't expect to use all the existing languages ​​that cannot be easily interpreted..."
Speaking of this, Aozaki Orange couldn't help being a little discouraged.
"If I can understand one word, even if there is only one word, I will..."
The mumbling muttering of Cangqi Orange fell to Lin Feng's ear, and he hooked his mouth with interest.
It would be a pleasure to tease Aozaki Orange in this situation.
So when he thought about it, Lin Feng took it seriously. After all, he has always been an out-and-out activist, his lips moved slightly, and finally a short syllable was revealed.
Unfamiliar and tactfully, it is like a very pure chocolate spinning and melting on the tip of the tongue, softening and turning a few tunes.
The moment he heard the entire syllable, Cangqi Orange suddenly stood up from a paralyzed posture, her crimson eyes fixed on Lin Feng, for fear that the other party would disappear in the next second.
"What did you just say? That is the pronunciation, right? That is the correct pronunciation!"
Although using interrogative sentences, Cangzaki Orange is extremely confident in her heart.
The expression of Cangqi Orange that was about to get the answer, but could not ask for it, pleased Lin Feng to a large extent.
He squinted his eyes and laughed lightly. The more anxious the other party became, the more he half-leaned against the comfortable seat indifferently, even holding up the black tea in front of him rather leisurely.
Lin Feng held the teacup and blew the brightly colored tea soup, and responded lightly.
"Oh, is this the correct pronunciation? I don't know. You just said it. It is an ancient language that has been lost. How would I know it as a modern person?"
Cangqi Orange heard Lin Feng's light and breezy appearance, and couldn't help but pat the table top, suddenly leaned out to approach him, and looked up and down Lin Feng with those eyes.
"Are you an ordinary modern person? Do you believe it when you say it? At least I don't believe it."
How can ordinary modern people have Lin Feng's strength so powerful?
Not to mention ordinary people who don't know anything about magic, even the so-called noble magicians who are proud of their blood in the clock tower, I am afraid that few people can achieve Lin Feng's realm!
So in Lin Feng's words, Cangqi Orange would not even believe the symbol.
What's more, as a scholar in this area, Cangqi Orange has an inexplicable intuition, and the syllable that Lin Feng uttered is definitely the answer he has been so desperate for.
Lin Fenghui, an ancient language that has been completely lost!
"It's not appropriate to say that this language has been lost, because you obviously know this language, right?"
Cangqi Orange stared at Lin Feng intently.
Under such enthusiastic gaze, Lin Feng smiled, and he reached out and gently picked Cangqi Orange's chin.
"What do you look at me with such eyes? People who don't know think you are in love with me."