Chapter 689: Purpose of Takahashi Orika

And they quickly found out who this report was.
"Takahashi weaving incense!" Someone in the crowd saw the petite figure trying to get into the crowd. After exclaiming, everyone's eyes fell on her.
The lurking failed action of Takahashi Orika was still there, and it was a bit unnatural to be swept away by the sharp sight of the room, and he had to turn his head back to smile. "It was the housekeeper I went to. When such a big thing happened, the master sister was unconscious. , I do n’t think anybody will do anything, let the murderer run away.

Her explanation seemed reasonable and reasonable, all in a hurry for Zhou Qingqing's consideration, but after a sharp analysis of Song Ye just now, everyone looked at her speech and tasted something different.
"Who is the killer? Not necessarily." Song Ye stood on the other side of the bed and said coolly, glanced at the past, and pierced the other side with a cold glance.
The latter had a scalp tingling for a while, and remembered the pain when she had her limbs broken, and she couldn't help but be afraid, but then she saw the housekeeper in the presence, and suddenly had some confidence, stood out and said loudly: "Song Ling, you are young Here the thief shouted to catch the thief. The master came back tonight after training, and after washing your face with your things, something happened. You did n’t know where to go. This black hand was not your idea.
In fact, the biggest evidence lies in the medicine stone given by Song Ye. Last week, Zhou Qingqing had a good effect on the shoulder injury, and then he softened the hard stone and asked for a cosmetic medicine stone. This was an accident and it became a mountain of evidence.
Song Ye picked up the falling medicine stone from the ground, and the corrosive potion on it was still very strong. "The medicine stone is made of emerald, with a hard texture and a smooth appearance, but this medicine stone is already sore. One hundred holes is obviously eroded by drugs. It is really caused by the harmful substances in the medicine stones. How can it be made?
Yes, this stone has been corroded like this, and it was impossible to arrange medicine into the stone at first.
Successive vulnerabilities have been revealed, and the allegation that Song Ye was the murderer has clearly shaken.
"Then, that may be that the medicine is powder, and it melts as soon as it touches the water." Among the silent birds, only Takahashi Orika is still struggling to persist, her cheeks are almost about to bite, even if they die. A bite of Song Ye.
And Song Ye is bound to not let her succeed.
The footsteps moved in an instant, and between the flashes, the person had already reached Takahashi Orika. When the latter was shocked and wanted to retreat, Song Ye took her arm by his arm, and said quietly, "Maybe against other people. People can use this trick, but only the master sister can't. She is a water-powered ability. Every time she comes back from training, her hands are often wet. "
If it is really strongly acidic medicine powder on it, the other party will notice it in the first place, and it will be stupid enough to wash it in water.
This sentence completely defeated all the accusations of Takahashi Orika, her eyes flashed and struggled, whispering, "Even if I misunderstood you, is it okay to apologize to you, please let go of me. Well, you want to do nothing to me. "
It didn't make me sorry to hear her tone, but it felt like a fox and a tiger.
Song Ye ripped the corners of her mouth, and she didn't mean to loosen her at all. "You misunderstood me. Just so, I also want to misunderstand you. Say, where did you see anyone after you went tonight after training?"
Faced with aggressive questioning, the look on Takahashi's weaving face changed, and he became panicked and short of breath, "You, what do you mean ..."
"Yeah ..." Song Ye held her arm and wanted to keep asking. Leng Buding heard a painful cry from the other side of the bed, and the curtain shook gently twice. Zhou Qingqing pulled his arm over the curtain and hurt. Someone had to rip it off.
"Sister!" The male disciples approached, but there was a embarrassment flashing on her face when she saw her naked and undressed.
Even if he is called a brother or a brother on weekdays, in the final analysis, there is still a difference between men and women.
"Ah ... my face hurts ... Song Ling ... how is my face ..." Zhou Qingqing, who had completely woke up, fell into a crazy pain, and did not notice that he was completely covered, but in pain and sorrow It is still subconsciously calling Song Ye's name.
This is a kind of trust, and I believe in one's tone with all my heart.
And Song Ye flashed to her bed almost in the blink of an eye, dragged the quilt and took her with her in her arms, not even afraid of her face, and stretched her arms around her Her neck, sobbing softly into her ear, "It's okay, it's okay, you need to rest now."
Subsequently, a hand knife fell and she stunned Zhou Qingqing, lest the other party suffer any more pain.
After holding her down, Song Ye reached into her arms and took out a bottle of hemostatic medicine powder from the space and sprinkled it on the wound on her face.
A few years ago, Tang Yixiao was burned, so Yaowangtang developed a lot of medicinal herbs for skin repair. Song Ye also put a lot of space in it, which just came in handy.
Looking at the flesh-faced face in the coma, she thought of the original Tang smile again. It seemed that everyone who appeared next to her would end up suffering bad luck.
Song Ye knew that these things were not his fault, but he couldn't help feeling heavy.
Everyone present looked at Song Ye, who had always been cold and did not like to talk, treated Zhou Qingqing so carefully, that cherishment could not be disguised anyway. No one doubted her innocence at this time, except ...
"Ah, this is difficult to do. The sister is injured. How can you participate in the day after tomorrow's disciple contest? The steward and the person in charge are no longer able to lead the team. Is it necessary to substitute a disciple in the disciple hall?" Takahashi Orika's voice rang out of time again, and looked aloof and selfish in such a sad atmosphere.
The housekeeper apparently didn't like this kind of downcast woman, frowning, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed on his face, "Well, then substitute someone to lead the team, and let the disciples go to the highly qualified male disciples."
This arrangement is actually in line with the rules, but unfortunately it does not meet someone's mind.
As soon as the charming smile on Takahashi's weaving face froze, she immediately opposed it. "The steward, the disciple contest was originally for the glory of each family. It should be the one who can do it, and the substitute should be selected according to strength."
The steward heard that and gave her a slight glance. "Oh? Then who do you say is qualified to be the substitute captain."
"Of course ..." Takahashi Orika immediately blurted out what he wanted to say, but realized that he was too obvious, so he changed his face to a well-behaved smile. "Although I started shortly, I was lucky enough to win the test. Sister, everyone knows. "