Chapter 84: You are not wearing clothes

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No wonder Cui Mei will commit suicide in such a fierce way. In order to protect her mother, she has to take it in. After she has to withdraw, she finds that she has been ruined.
The body is infected with syphilis, the face is damaged, the bead is dark, and the handle is caught in the hands of others. Also, her heart may have such a slight affection for Hanshan. Some people say that the closest distance to the bottom of a woman's heart is . For the kind of music that Cuimei is still in the shack, it is also applicable.
"Who killed the spring? Who wants to kill you?" asked Yan Yan.
"The spring is Yin Si Niang and the summer is not killed." Late Green said that Yin late night is a burst of embarrassment, my heart does not know whether it is sympathy or hate or regret, "Fuchun is the original acolyte of Yin Niang, the first few days of the tea banquet Wei Niang said that the manpower is not enough, Yin Si Niang took the initiative to send the Spring Festival to help, the next afternoon, Yin Si Niang went to visit Wei Niang, 'inadvertently' put her clothes dirty, and then bathed in Wei Niang's courtyard, at that time In the absence of Xia and Fan Chun, two people waited, and Yin Si Niang and Xia Xia together killed her."
This seems to be the reason for deliberate murder and killing the spring, and it is easy to think of it. Fan Chun is the original auspicious aunt, and her every move to her own mother may be more clear than Yin Wenshu and Ling. Han Shan only said such a sentence, it was designed to be murdered by Yin late night, let alone the spring?
"As for the slaves, the slaves heard the green eyebrows and a female plot in the garden to frame Qin Shilang, but they were stunned from behind. They never learned from Xiakou that the people who were slaves were Yin Si Niang, and the slaves were headed. I was a little bit stunned, I couldn’t see the things clearly, I only saw the hand that had been carrying the jade bracelet and held the neck of the slave.
Late Green thought about it and added:
Not said in summer, the person who conspired with Cuimei is her. ""
Yan Yan recalled the lively girl who was wearing a cherry red dress. It really couldn't connect her with the later Yin night, an innocent, a crazy end. The only thing she did not change from the beginning to the end was her love for Qin Musheng.
"It’s true that the turnip greens have their own love." Yan Yanyi said, she looked at Qin Musheng, and did not find any benefits from head to toe, but Yin was too late to be late to him.
The beginning of these tragedies was because of a letter from Qin Musheng. He was deceived by Zhang Fei and wrote a letter of invitation to Yin Yin. After he saw it late in the evening, he secretly touched the date of the appointment. Unfortunately, Zhang Fei was unlucky. Take away the innocence.
But from beginning to end, Yin did not resent him.
Xing Niang sighed and turned to the kitchen to bring the hot meals out, put them on the back of the gallery, to the green road: "A tired day, how much to eat."
Late green helplessly grabbed the chopsticks, pulled the rice, and did not seem to have much appetite.
Yan Yan took a book from a stack of books beside him. This was the Buddhist scripture that was sent from the middle of the dinner. Yan Yan flipped it over and saw that the words inside suddenly felt like a big fight - every word knows Together, they are completely ignorant.
After watching the light for a while, Yan Yanfu sighed and dropped the book and got up and went to sleep in the dormitory. Anyway, she came to the shadow of Mei Lan to repair it only to do it for outsiders. It doesn't matter if I don't understand the Buddhist scriptures.
Late green planing rice, looked at Xing Niang doubtfully, "What happened to my mother?"
"Xu is... I don’t feel very comfortable when I hear so many chills." Xing Niang said, reaching out and tidying up the books.
Late green nodded, continued to dig into the mouth, Xing Niang crossed her and said: "I don't mean not to be hungry, I think these meals are not enough for you to eat."
The late green drums smacked the gangs with ambiguity: "I was so confused in my heart that I said that I was so good. These things have little to do with me. Why should I put them in my heart?"
"There is no heart and lungs!" Xing Niang stretched her finger and pointed her head. "Who is going to promise me that I want to pinch my heart more than the embroidery needle?"
Late green turned over the white eyes, I thought that the heart will be hurting the spring and autumn, and I have to feel a half-hearted when a fallen leaf falls! I thought so, but I know that if I talk to Xing Niang, I am afraid that it is endless. I don’t say a word, and I concentrate on my mouth and sip my food.
Xing Niang sat on the gallery and looked at the green and rude eating appearance. The eyes were slightly red. "Song Lan is really a child who feels awkward in the heart. It is as sensible as ever, and everything is like a mother, and people are born. I’m so angry, I’m asking, oh! I’m only looking forward to distinguishing her bones, so I’m buried, and the next generation is a good person.

Late green only cares about eating, Xiaoman also faintly knows that this is a pain in several people's hearts, she is not easy to interject. No one answered, and Xing Niang seemed to carelessly, muttering: "She is such a good child, she can definitely make a good life... but the mother also put down her heart, she knows it will be happy too."
Xing Niang whimpered and wiped her tears.
Late green throat hair, choked a meal, muttered: "You just add to the heart when I eat, save this meal."
After talking about it and eating a few mouthfuls, he reached out and cleaned up. Xiaoman also came to help, and the two men quickly picked up the gallery and cleaned it up.
Shadow Mei was so poor that after dark, there were no illuminating oil lamps in the front hall of the Bodhisattva. There was no illumination in other places.
There are many mosquitoes in the desert, and Yan Yan is not willing to stay outside, so she will go to bed early. Early in time, Yan Yan did not have much sleepiness, so he thought about how to deal with these deeds.
In this case, Wei Niang did not kill anyone from beginning to end. Strictly counted, she is also a victim. She can convict herself. Only she conceal her own marriage and marry into the family. Tang Law has orders, and the difference between the two is two. If the level is a couple, it is necessary to be exiled.
From more than two years ago to the present, the case has killed a total of six people, Yin Yin, Song Lan, Fan Chun, Han Shan, Zhang Fei, Yin late night... It is a big case, and it must be sent to the Criminal Department for review. It is also difficult to get down from the light, and the sentence must at least wait for the news of the Ministry of Justice to return, one to one less to say the month, more than one and a half years.
Can the two shops in the East City be used for this time? Look at it. At the same time, she also faintly felt that when Wei Niang handed over her things to her, she had already made a death.
Thinking about it, Yan Yanzhen had some sleepiness, and there was a lingering melody coming from a faint voice. Yan Yan suddenly thought that I had promised to throw the umbrella into the forest last night, and quickly got up and turned to the corner of the box. Find. She had asked Xing Niang in the day and said that she had placed the umbrella here.
After a moment of turning, Yan Yan’s hand touched the slightly cool umbrella handle, and took it out. He turned and took a satin coat from the screen, and then he left the hospital with a plain paper umbrella.
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Yan Yan held her umbrella in the edge of the fruit forest. After listening to it for a while, the sound of the piano was closed, and she threw the umbrella into the forest.
The umbrella was thrown into the fruit forest, touched the leaves, and the sound of rustling, until quiet, Yan Yan did not hear the sound of landing, while the heart was amazed, but I felt that some did not fall, can not help but look up.
On a recent fruit tree, a slap in the face, a white paper umbrella spread out, and the fruits of the trees fell to the ground like rain.
The white umbrella was removed, and a shadow-like face appeared in the shadows. He leaned back and leaned on the tree, a plain white coat, and his hair was scattered, diluting the coldness of his body.
"I still tell you that such a cold person is very talented. It is not that you play the piano." Yan Yan slowly said.
Su Fu did not answer, but gently pulled the handle of the handle, the cold sound of the Jianfeng friction came, the moonlight reflected a piece of snow, the original handle was pulled out, it turned out to be a two-foot long sword.
The swaying cold light reflected on the beautiful face of Su Fujun, illuminating the dark and dark blue eyes. For a time, his temperament was integrated with the sword in his hand, as if he might take life at any time.
Yan Yan’s heart was tight, and she did not forget that Su Fu had considered whether to kill her.
"Help me one thing." Su Fu gently dropped the tree and put the sword back into the handle.
Yan Yan’s eyes were watching him.
Can I refuse?

"Of course." Su Fu supported the umbrella in front of him, as if he were in the position of a sword. His broad arms were like a solid and reliable mountain. His thin lips were slightly open. "But I hope you will consider it carefully."
Yan Yan slightly licked his lips, what is the meaning of his threat?
The night wind is soft, the two are quietly squatting, Yan Yan does not like this kind of coercion, sometimes she can bow, but not now, "That depends on what it is, if not what I want, you are killing I am also useless."
"The autopsy." Su Fu replied straight away.
Yan Yan raised his eyebrows and glanced at him. How did a killer change his case? But in the mouth, "Now, in the middle of the night, if the light is not enough, even if the autopsy is possible, there may be omissions."
Su Fu nodded and turned to ask: "Do you have anything to prepare?"
Yan Yan opened her mouth, did she say she agreed?
Su Fu seems to have seen her thoughts and said: "I know that you will agree, just as I will never refuse to kill. Moreover, I am not letting you do this, and will be rewarded afterwards."

Can I choose my own reward?
Yan Yan smiled and seemed to have some interest in her eyes.
Su Fu saw that she was no longer excluded, and said: "As long as I can do it."
Yan Yan nodded with satisfaction, looked up and down him again and again, and the words were not surprisingly endless: "Let me see you don't wear clothes."
Su Fu’s face was cracked with ice, and he doubted whether he was an auditory orphan. His voice faded and he was cold and screaming:
You, you said, what?

"I, there is no other hobby, that is, when you see a special human body, you want to see it with your own eyes, find a mutant body or a particularly strange way of thinking, and you want to dissect and analyze. You are the perfect one I have seen in all male bodies. "Yan Yan did not hide his own thoughts."
Su Fu squinted at Yan Yan, could not help but be shocked by her hobbies, and she said she had seen "all men", what is this "all"?
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