My host is lazy again

Chapter 199 Husband He Is As Beautiful As A Flower 33
On the third day, the shopkeeper of Zhai brought new news.

Because the information he got was scattered and mixed, Luo briefly took a pen and paper to record it.

Yun Zhihuai looked at her standard posture of holding the brush, and looked inquiringly, "Miss... literate?"

The school does not admit girls, and every household sends boys to study, so most of the women in the village are illiterate.

"That's right," Luo Jian turned the brush, dipped in the ink with a natural expression, and began to talk nonsense in a serious manner, "I'm a self-taught reader. I used to use branches to learn characters on the ground when I was free from work. I'm so smart. gone."

There was a plane before, and she was caught by someone to practice calligraphy.

Yun Zhihuai hummed, and the long crow-feather eyelashes drooped slightly to cover the gloomy eyes.

He praised with a slight smile: "My wife is so smart."

Looking at his expression, Luo Jian couldn't figure out whether he believed him or not, so she couldn't help but take a second look.But the business is important, she looked at the shopkeeper, and said softly, "I'm ready, Zhaibo, please tell me."

Shopkeeper Zhai nodded, "I found the beggars in the town to investigate the seven women respectively. The first missing woman was named Cuilan. She liked to wear green clothes and wooden hairpins. She got married when she was 15 years old and was greedy for petty things. profit……"

The information he found was complete, and Luo Jian picked the key points to remember.

She didn't notice the surprise on the faces of the people around her when they saw her deliberately writing ugly words.

Yun Zhihuai glanced at her slender white fingers, thoughtfully.

Is it a coincidence that the lady's handwriting is somewhat similar to his?

After thinking for a while, he happily came to a conclusion.

He and his wife had a good heart, and they were a match made in heaven.

Luo Jian was engrossed in listening to the shopkeeper's words, completely unaware of what he was thinking.

She writes very quickly.

When she talked about what she wanted to investigate, the storekeeper took out a map of the town from his pocket, spread it on the table in front of the three of them, and motioned them to look, "I asked someone to find out about their disappearance. The place I visited a few days ago, my son and wife, please take a look..."

It has been half a month since the first woman disappeared, and those who have seen her don't have much impression of where she has been.

Except for the three women who have been missing recently, the specific places they have been can be found, and the other four can only find out a general route.

When the shopkeeper finished speaking, Luo Jian had already recorded seven pages, one page for each woman.

It's really tiring.

Originally, asking Xiaobai to help locate those women was the simplest, direct and efficient method, but Xiaobai said that he could not use his power now or in the future to help her complete the main task released by the system.

It's very sad.

She put down the brush and shook her hand, "It's finally finished."

Spreading out the seven sheets of paper one by one, the three of them read them carefully, analyzing them as they read.

After watching for a while, the shopkeeper, who couldn't find any clues, went to pour himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat.

What I said today almost caught up with the storyteller, alas, it’s too late.

Yun Zhihuai stared at these messages for a while, then slowly narrowed his eyes, looked at the woman who was rubbing her chin in thought, and asked, "Miss, can you see anything?"

"Yes, a little bit."

He hooked his lips, "Let's hear it."

Luo Jian pulled the map over, flicked it with her slender fingers, and analyzed it with him clearly: "The first woman appeared here before she disappeared, and this... This place is the last place anyone saw her, So her route should be to enter Xuanshui Street from here, walk here... then turn left and enter Pingxi Street. The second woman came from another place, and she had been to these places on the day she disappeared..."

(End of this chapter)