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"Do you remember, where did they, yes, hide?"

Chu Luye was silent for a while, and finally asked.

Xiangling recalled it for a while.

"I just remember that Wendy seemed to be drunk and couldn't get smaller, so Mr. Zhongli took him over there."

She pointed in a direction.

Chuluno nodded.

He glanced at Conan, who was still busy looking for clues in the kitchen, and tiptoed across the corridor, moving quietly in the direction Xiangling pointed.

Xiangling also tacitly climbed onto Chu Luye's sleeve, laying on his shoulder to guide him.

"Here, they should be going this way."

She directed the way in a low voice.

Chu Luye followed the turn and saw that the door of the activity room on the first floor was slightly opened a gap.

There was silence around, as if there was no one else here except them and Xiangling.

And the slightly open door of the activity room is like the mouth of a monster that is waiting for the prey to fall into his trap.

"Zhongli, sir?"

Chu Luye called in a low voice, and he looked at the activity room where there was no movement at all.

"... Traveler?"

Zhongli responded.

Unexpectedly, the source of his voice was not the activity room with the door slightly open, but the study room opposite the activity room.

Chu Luye turned his head to look, and the handle of the study was slightly turned, revealing Zhongli standing behind the door.

Zhongli nodded to Chu Luye, counting it as a greeting, and behind him, there was a hint of green indistinctly.

Chu Luye probed to look.

There was a little helplessness in Zhongli's eyes, and he turned sideways to give up some space.

Chu Luye got in, and finally saw the situation inside without any cover.

Wendy was lying on a table in a dazed state, unconscious.

It seems that it is difficult to react to what is happening around.

... No wonder Mr. Zhongli deliberately stayed to take care of Wendy.

Chu Luye thought with a bit of dumbfounding.

If you drink like this, no one will take care of you.

"I've already discussed it with Mona, and she said that after she puts away all the debris in the space, she will come and send him back to the room."

Zhongli has already arranged everything very reliably.

Chuluye breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that.

So his task now is to hold Conan back, as long as he doesn't enter this room before Mona comes and finds Zhongli and Wendy here.

"So, traveler, do you know where this alcoholic poet's drink comes from?"

Chu Luye was suddenly cueed, and was a little at a loss when he heard the words.

"have no idea."

"so……"

Zhong Li showed a pensive expression, then looked at Wendy and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Then I should know where his wine came from."

Chu Luye glanced at Zhongli's expression, and couldn't help but look at Wendy with a trace of pity.

He seemed to see the word "dangerous" written in red capitalized on Wendy's head.

... Enjoy this last peace, Wendy, and I will mourn for you.

Chuluye thought silently.

"Traveler."

Zhongli turned his gaze to Chuluye.

"Yes Yes!"

Chu Luye's spirit suddenly shook, and he subconsciously stood up straight.

He looked up and saw Zhong Li's eyes gradually overflowing with a smile, and suddenly found that this scene seemed a bit familiar, as if it had happened not long ago.

And that time, Zhong Li seemed to have told him not to be so cautious anymore.

Chu Luye coughed and lowered his head, his ears under his black hair were involuntarily stained red.

"Isn't it..."

An sorry got stuck in his throat, and Chu Luye remembered that this sentence seemed like he shouldn't have said it.

So what to say?

"me……"

Chu Luye held his breath, he didn't expect to have anything else to say at this time, but his face turned red because of it.

"You don't have to say anything, that's enough."

Zhong Li said with a smile.

He always seems to be able to hear what Chu Luye is thinking, and he can answer the next sentence in time before Chu Luye speaks.

Chu Luye finally couldn't help it, and opened his mouth to ask the doubts that had accumulated in his heart for a long time.

And Zhongli looked at Chu Luye quietly with a smile on his face, opening his mouth to speak, his gentle eyes seemed to imply encouragement.

Excluding Wendy, who was drunk at the side, and Xiang Ling, who was lying on Chu Luye's shoulder with an unidentified but curious face, the atmosphere at this time was brewing just right.

However, at this moment, there was a voice from outside the door that Conan was still some distance away.

"Brother Chuluye?"

Chu Luye woke up suddenly, remembering that the current situation is actually not suitable for asking these questions.

"Wait for me, for a while, I'll go, delay, for a while."

He said in a hurry, opened the door and went out to look for Conan, and at the same time left Xiangling here, so that it would be just enough for Mona to send them back to the room together.

Xiangling who was left in the study stood up from the table in a daze.

"Let me see if I can wake him up before Mona comes?"

Xiang Ling hesitated.

"...then I'll trouble you."

Zhongli nodded, lowered his eyelashes, hiding the regret deep in his eyes.

On the other side, Chuluye found Conan who was looking for him everywhere.

"Brother Chuluye!"

When Conan saw him, his eyes lit up, and he immediately rushed forward.

"Look for me, what's the matter?"

Chu Luye took a breath without any trace, and took the lead in provoking the topic to divert attention, so as to avoid Conan asking where he just went.

...If Conan really asked, it seems that he can only say that he just went to the bathroom.

Chu Luye silently worked on the manuscript, determined to let Conan ignore this topic.

"Yes, I found something worth noting."

Conan's expression became serious.

His attention was successfully diverted by Chu Luye.

Chuluye breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I couldn't help being curious about Conan's discovery.

What made Conan act in such a hurry and come to him in a hurry?

"follow me."

Conan grabbed Shilu Ye's sleeve and led him to run into the yard.

Chu Luye didn't even know when Conan had already been to the back yard.

He couldn't help but think a little too much, and began to worry whether Conan would find Mandrill who had gone out of the yard.

Commonly speaking, it shouldn't be. With Mandrill's speed, it should be difficult for ordinary people, including Conan, to see him when he doesn't want to.

Reason told Chu Luye so.

But what if there was something he didn't know about?

During this period of time, everyone's behavior was a little bit wrong, and there must be something that he didn't know quietly happened among the crowd.

Sensibility is warning Chuluye in this way.

"Look at this."

Conan pointed to a trace of objects piled up on the balcony, and a sycamore leaf that fell beside the trace.

"I checked the map, and there is no place near here where this kind of sycamore is planted, but this sycamore leaf is still wet. It must have been brought here within today."

Conan turned to look at Chu Luye: "Have you been to a place with plane trees today?"

Chuluye shook his head.

"No."

But he had already guessed where the sycamore leaf came from.

The most likely one is Mandrill, and only he will stay outside for a long time every day, his whereabouts are uncertain, and it is not surprising that he has been to places with sycamore trees.

but……

A possibility appeared in Chu Luye's mind, but he couldn't believe it.

Because no matter what, his birthday can't be counted into the past few days, even the birthday he once filled in the game is his real birthday.

It's summer.

And Conan continued to speak.

"Then we can be sure that this sycamore leaf was brought by someone else."

He turned his head to look at Chu Luye: "Apart from those who were in the living room before, has anyone else from your family come over recently?"

Chu Luye continued to shake his head: "No."

"So...they have a range of movement in your house that extends from the living room to the back porch on the other side of the house?"

Conan raised his head and asked, in fact, this is a question that can be asked in a declarative tone.

"Although I haven't checked all the rooms on the first floor, I have found traces of similar items piled up in the kitchen and some other places at the end of the corridor."

Although this is not a strong evidence that can prove that the group of people have misbehavior, although the fact that they can enter Chuluye's house without saying hello has proved that their relationship with Chuluye is far more than ordinary friends.

But telling Chu Luye about this would at least raise his vigilance and let him know that these people might not be just friends as he imagined.

Conan looked at Chuluye with concern, hoping that he could wake up a little bit.

However, the other party was stunned for a moment, as if he had just heard the meaning of his words, showing a helpless expression similar to "you don't understand".

"No, worry, this, they, won't, lie to me."

Conan heard Hatsune Kano say this.

His pupils trembled for a moment, and he looked at Chu Luye in disbelief, his expression seemed to say, "Have you been deceived to this extent?"

Hatsune...

Chu Luye really didn't know how to explain it now, and he just found out that this is how Conan treats Mr. Zhongli and the others.

But Chuluye couldn't explain to Conan why he believed in everyone so much.

As far as his own speech just now is concerned, if he looks at it from Conan's point of view, he himself will think that this is probably a big fool who has been deceived wholeheartedly and cannot be rescued at all.

Conan glanced at the sycamore leaf in his hand, and then at Chuluye, his expression was so complicated that it was difficult to describe in words.

He seemed a little discouraged, and stuffed the sycamore leaf into Chu Luye's hand, turned around and walked into the house.

"I...you should think about it for yourself first."

...What can he think, let's think about how to convince Conan that they are not bad people.

Chu Luye thought so, glanced at the sycamore leaf in his hand, and couldn't help but have that question in his heart again.

Then again, what did Mandrill bring back this sycamore leaf?

"Why did you call me?"

As if responding to Chu Luye's thoughts, a cold voice of a young boy suddenly appeared above his head.

Chu Luye raised his head, and immediately met a pair of clear golden eyes on the eaves.

...Is it because of this sycamore leaf?

Chu Luye squeezed the sycamore leaf in his hand in shock, and immediately turned to look at Conan beside him.

Conan also widened his eyes in shock, and his eyes kept looking at Mandrill squatting on the eaves.

He was probably estimating the distance from the eaves to the ground, and at the same time he was frantically recalling what this person appeared on the roof.

At this time, Mandrill also saw the sycamore leaf in Chu Luye's hand, and Conan, who was obviously a stranger, stood behind Chu Luye.

He knew immediately that this was not the time for him to play, but there was one thing that seemed to him a little more important than that.

"...Give me back that sycamore leaf, I have a better one here."

Mandrill tilted his head, avoiding Chu Luye's sight, and said in a somewhat embarrassed tone.