After awakening the evil god, it was marked

"Didn't he live with Edward?" Yan Zhijin asked.

"This is the most outrageous thing. He knocked Edward unconscious." Shen Zhiyu covered his forehead, "There are marks on the windowsill, he may have jumped out of the window."

Yan Zhijin looked out the window: "We should live on the third floor."

Shen Zhiyu smiled bitterly: "But there are only traces on the window sill. There is no picture of him going out on the surveillance. There is a blood-stained ashtray in the room, and a note he left. On the note is-"

He cleared his throat and recited in the tone of a stage play: "I already know all the answers, and I will definitely expose the conspiracy of Duke Douglas. I heard laughter, who is laughing? Why don't you come out? It's Him! I see He is here! His face is reflected behind the door, laughing wildly. He chases after me. He wants to take my life. He wants revenge on me for exposing Him. Stop laughing!"

He spread his hands, and said: "Now everyone feels that Duke Douglas must be persecuting him. In addition to the Benjamin incident and the lizard incident, many people are rumoring that there will be more flying lizards attacking here soon. bring disaster."

Yan Zhijin asked after listening, "Is he not in a good state of mind?"

Shen Zhiyu let out a chuckle, took a sip of water to moisten his throat: "I don't know, anyway, I will hand it over to the police for investigation. Two important scholars were killed one after another, and the relationship between the two countries is involved. Country A will definitely attach great importance to this case. They have the most professional Talented people, the most exquisite instruments, don't worry about us."

He sighed, probed Yan Zhijin's forehead with the back of his hand, and said worriedly: "I'm still worried about your illness. Have you had a fever for a few days? Why is it still not good? It can't be that something hasn't been discovered yet new disease."

"Before I got sick, did I encounter anything special?" Yan Zhijin asked.

"No! We eat the same, live in the same place, and go to the same place. How come you are the only one who got caught." This is the most puzzling thing for Shen Zhiyu, and Yan Zhijin didn't encounter anything strange.To say that the most special thing is that he will observe those poisons up close.But even if it is poisoned, it won't take so long to take effect.And it's not a symptom of poisoning at all.

"Actually," Yan Zhijin said, "I'm already used to this temperature."

"No matter how you get used to it, you still have to reduce the fever." Shen Zhiyu picked up the anti-fever medicine and waved it in front of his eyes, "Take the medicine obediently."

"Have the police come?" Yan Zhijin asked after taking the medicine cooperatively.

"Not yet, soon. What are you going to do?"

"I want to go and have a look."

Shen Zhiyu said calmly: "I don't think so, we can't spoil the scene. And your body is not suitable for walking around."

Yan Zhijin took a step back and asked, "Then can you stand at the door and take some photos for me? And that note."

Shen Zhiyu really couldn't hold him back, so he could only tell him to sit on the bed, sneak back to the scene by himself, and take a few photos.

"Do you think there is something strange about this note?" Shen Zhiyu sipped the iced juice.

"Don't eat indiscriminately, be careful like me." Yan Zhijin glanced at the juice he was drinking before saying business, "I don't think this is something he would write."

"Catherine and I have a glass of this juice, it's definitely fine," Shen Zhiyu said carelessly, "I also think that the wording of this note is very strange, and it's very poised. However, they all said that Qi Li'an did it because he offended Duke Douglas, I was mentally shocked and mentally disturbed, so I wrote these, you see, the handwriting is very messy, and it is not written under normal circumstances at first glance. Is this his handwriting?"

"I can't see it," Yan Zhijin said lightly, "It's too messy. You need to use professional handwriting identification."

"Ah, that's too embarrassing..."

"But I don't think it's his word."

"Oh?" Shen Zhiyu became interested.

Yan Zhijin smiled slightly: "Look, basically the strokes of every character are complete."

Shen Zhiyu leaned closer to look at the photo, and gestured in the air with his fingers.

His bewildered eyes gradually focused, and he clapped his hands: "I know what you mean. Although these words are very scribbled, and there are some consecutive strokes in some places, they are written in a standard way, just like the ones on a copybook. Especially the strokes are more A few complex words, such as 'Lu', can be seen halfway through writing, hesitating for a while, leaving extra ink marks. We usually write fast, so we don't pay so much attention."

Yan Zhijin nodded and said, "It's the same as diction. In this text, I paid too much attention to writing each word correctly. If you write it yourself, you will find that the structure of some words that are not commonly used is scattered. We usually don't will write like this."

"Only foreigners who have learned the most standard way of writing from copybooks will write like this," Shen Zhiyu snapped his fingers, and concluded triumphantly, "So, this is written by a person from country A who has studied the characters of country S seriously."

Yan Zhijin said, "It's also possible that he is possessed by Duke Douglas."

Shen Zhiyu's face collapsed, he rubbed his arms and said, "Don't talk about such a weird possibility. I don't believe it's caused by supernatural forces."

"Yesterday, I met him." Yan Zhijin said calmly.

"When did you meet him?" Shen Zhiyu almost jumped up from the chair.

"While you were taking a nap." Yan Zhijin said, "He told me that he found a clue to Benjamin's disappearance."

"Then why didn't he say it?" Shen Zhiyu asked in shock.

Yan Zhijin asked back, "What do you think?"

Shen Zhiyu stroked his chin in thought, and asked, "He wants to blackmail the murderer? He wants to get some benefits from the murderer."

Yan Zhijin nodded, and continued to ask: "You saw traces on the windowsill, did you see footprints underneath?"

"No~" Shen Zhiyu said, "It looks like he jumped from the window sill, but there is nothing on the first floor. But it's hard to say, after the wind blows at night, all traces can be buried."

"Why must he go down through the window instead of up or to the side?"

Shen Zhiyu's eyes widened, and his gaze shifted to the window.

He opened the window, leaned out, and looked in all directions.

Then, he closed the window, spit out yellow sand, sat next to Yan Zhijin, and said, "You mean, he didn't disappear, but was transferred to another nearby room."

"It should be gone now."

Shen Zhiyu sighed: "It's a pity, I should have checked the other rooms at that time."

"As long as you do it, it will leave traces." Yan Zhijin said unhurriedly, "You can always find it."

"I think there's another one," he said.

All day, the hotel is noisy.

The police called the residents one by one for questioning, and Yan Zhijin hardly had a good night's sleep.

In order to appease everyone's emotions, Snover asked the chef to perform at his highest level and prepared a sumptuous dinner for everyone.For people like Yan Zhijin who don't want to go out, they are specially delivered to the door.

Yan Zhijin looked at the special thick soup from country A that Yan Hui brought, and waved his hands wearily.

It looks a little oily and I can't eat it.

Yan Hui poured out the soup knowingly, sat beside Yan Zhijin's bed, and asked him what he wanted to eat.

"Fish porridge." Yan Zhijin blurted out.

"You've been eating fish porridge for a few days," Yan Hui said.

Can't you eat the same thing every day?

Yan Zhijin said rigorously, "The fish released are different every day."

Yan Hui couldn't help but ask, "What fish do you want today?"

Yan Zhijin thought carefully about the recipe, and finally decided on today's lucky fish.

After he made up his mind, Yan Hui teleported to buy fish, and then borrowed the kitchen to cook porridge. The whole process was extremely fast, almost completed in the blink of an eye.

In order to ensure the quality of porridge, Yan Hui has developed the habit of cooking porridge by himself.

There are more fish than rice, and the white fish is put in when the rice is about to bloom, and ginger is added when cooking, but the ginger should be picked out after cooking.

Language is learned from scratch.Fortunately, science and technology are advanced now, and there are regular rice cookers, at least they will not be overcooked.

Yan Zhijin's taste was figured out bit by bit by him.

Yan Zhijin doesn't have high requirements for food, but there are not many things that he can say are delicious.Shen Chengfeng's steamed fish counts as one, but he has been away from home for a long time, and he can't eat it a few times a year.

Yan Hui found several different recipes, and each time he tried cooking in a different way, until Yan Zhijin's expression fluctuated, he was successful.

The amount of raw materials is also compared.

Yan Zhijin swallowed the rotten porridge and smiled comfortably.

Yan Zhen helped him wipe off the remaining water stains around his mouth: "I'll try other dishes after I go back."

"But you don't need to eat." Yan Zhijin hesitated and said.

"I can eat too." Yan Hui leaned over, and the cold breath blew on the back of his neck.

The neck, which was already extremely fragile, seemed unable to withstand the sudden cold wind, and turned an unnatural blush.

Yan Zhijin got back under the quilt, wrapping himself so that only his eyes remained.

Yan Hui smiled nonchalantly, changed back into a snake shape, and lay down next to his pillow, pushing against the edge of the overly high quilt with his kiss: "Don't be bored."

Someone outside is discussing the disappearance case.

"This is the curse of Duke Douglas!"

Many people think so.

Yan Zhijin secretly stretched out his hand out of the quilt and stroked the scales on the snake's back.

And the real Duke Douglas is working on the recipe for the new day.

***

When Yan Zhijin fell into a drowsy sleep, he heard a strange knocking sound.

He picked up his phone, it was one o'clock in the morning.

The hotel was at its most quiet time, and the light knocking sound was very clear.

The eyes of the black snake are shining in the night.

He changed back into human form, walked towards the window, and said, "I'll go and have a look."

"The curtains were drawn tightly. He opened them with force.

What caught the eyes of the two was a strange and distorted face.

A man wrapped in layers of black robes hung upside down outside the window, his messy long hair fluttering in the wind.His face was covered with scars, the corner of his mouth was scratched to the base of his ears, and his eyes were cut into curved arcs, like an exaggerated smile.

The knocking sound was the sound of his body shaking with the wind and his forehead hitting the window glass.

He seems to be smiling.

Yan Zhijin's heart stopped suddenly.

The words on Qi Li'an's note came to his mind.

"I heard laughter, who was laughing? Why didn't you come out? It was Him! I saw Him! His face was reflected behind the door, laughing wildly."

Yan Hui quickly opened the window, trying to catch the shadow.The figure went up even faster.

Yan Hui looked back at Yan Zhijin, waiting for his decision.

"Go and have a look." Yan Zhijin sighed.

Yan Hui leaned out of the window, climbing upwards with an exceptionally soft and flexible posture.

Yan Zhijin lay back down again, with a dull pain in her head.

He wanted to sleep, but couldn't.The grimace just now kept reappearing in his mind.

There seemed to be a voice calling him from afar.

Is it the guy hanging out of the window, or...

***

Yan Hui found a scary doll upstairs that was used to scare people.

It's a pity that the person who manipulated the puppet has escaped.

He returned to Yan Zhijin's room from the window.

His steps froze when he first entered the room.

There was no one on the slightly messy bed.

Yan Zhijin disappeared.