Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

"Long time no see, Baron Sam." After a short salute, Holly raised his eyes.

When others are getting old, they will come on their heels if they get fat; Baron Sam is much "slimner" than before.The face is still fleshy, and the sparse hair on the top of the head is well covered by the exquisitely crafted hat.

It is impossible for the Golden Rose Winery, which has been cooperating with him for a long time, to be unaware of such a big event from Nianhua.

And Baron Sam was smiling as usual.When he looked at Holly, the shrewdness that belonged to the businessman in his eyes retreated a bit, filled with enthusiasm and kindness to the younger generation.

"Jin Meigui and Nianhua have been burning with each other over the years, which is more prosperous than newlywed couples. Besides, the love is not as long as ours. My analogy is a bit out of tune... Hehe, you are laughing too happy."

"Which big guy have you messed with, good boy? It must be a hard nut to crack such a dirty trick. After all, why don't you bring a wife into the house? Or, do you care about men?  … …Oops, this brings the eyebrows down!"

If Baron Sam hadn't sent someone to pick him up, saying that there was an urgent matter to discuss with him-he and Wilmer had to see off Selah and Zack in advance, and then rushed there.

Hawley is naturally happy when he meets a business partner with a close relationship and sees that the other party is in good spirits.

But Sam's gossip and gossip skills were not diminished at all. Holly rubbed his callused ears... The master didn't urge him to marry, and all the fuss was probably on Sam.

They followed the servants into the cellar, leading to a dark room.

No matter how cheerfully Baron Sam teased him, he nodded helplessly in response.During the years when Wilmer went to the dark camp, this over-worried elder has often created opportunities for him, saying that he was recruiting a good son-in-law for the nobles.

Holly glanced secretly at Wilmer.Inexplicably, when others talk about emotional marriage, especially when Wilmer is present, he always feels guilty.

——The Big Skeleton's face is very smelly, even though his face is expressionless.

So, when Sam asked about his ideal type, when it came to men, Hawley began to respond in a strange way.

The two people next to him turned their heads in unison and stared at him.

One was surprised, and the other... Hawley had a rare radar failure, unable to detect the meaning of Wilmer's eyes.It was so hot, it seemed to burn him through.

Fortunately, the awkward atmosphere didn't last long, and soon, the servant stopped in front of a wooden door.It is dark and dry here, and it seems to have reached the innermost part of the cellar.

The heavy sound of unbolting the bolt echoed faintly, and the room was pitch black.

Until the light of the torch danced in the room, in an instant, the dim red light filled the whole room.

There is a small bed on the side of the room, and a thick cloth covering is lying on the bed.

Sam pulled out his handkerchief and covered it under his nose.In fact, there is no smell around, and the temperature is even colder than outside, so a lot of ice magic should have been cast.

"You must have guessed what it is." Sam's voice was low and muffled, "I sent someone to find the guards who cleaned up the place that day, and then intercepted it from the undertaker. Of course, the lord also quickly ordered, and sent me Find the body and show you."

"Fortunately, the weather is still a while away from getting warmer, otherwise this thing wouldn't be as good as it is now... It's really terrible. 'Perfect' means intact, and his death can't be called 'good' at all. Then The appearance, tsk tsk, really made me see what a devil looks like."

Holly was amazed at the efficiency of Golden Rose. "Thank you." He said, and then put on the gloves prepared by the servant.

He raised a corner to reveal a hand.Then without hesitation, pull the whole piece apart.

Hawley was motionless, and saw no sign of panic.Sam had enough of the "surprise" from the young man to take it seriously at the moment.

Wilmer observed sideways and made another note in his mind.In his opinion, Hawley was a little unusually calm about this—courageous?If an ordinary corpse is in front of you, perhaps it can be understood in this way.

But the appearance of the current corpse is definitely not something that can be easily summed up in the word "terrible".He couldn't see a wave from Holly's calm eyes, he could only observe carefully.

It should be so self-possessed as having seen many similar things.

After a while, Hawley actually asked: "Can I take off the clothes of the corpse?"

Sam was terrified: "What are you going to do! I want to see if there is anything else wrong with him? You don't need to do it, as long as you trust me--before you came, I asked the undertaker to strip his clothes once, and the result was that he lost weight. , no other redundant wounds were found."

Withdrawing his hand, Hawley said, "So, it really died just because of black magic..."

"That's true. We didn't catch up in time for the black magic liquor, but it's conceivable that such a crazy thing, anyone would have disposed of it early." Sam replied disgusted.

……

When the two returned home, it was already late at night.

Holly and Wilmer held back their words and kept hanging their throats until the door was closed and locked, and they finally spoke.

"That body was very strange," Wilmer said.

"Where are you referring to be strange?" Holly asked knowingly, and the look he passed to Wilmer said so.

He took off his coat and nestled casually on the sofa.All kinds of hay and feather-filled cushions hugged the whole person, Holly rubbed the center of his brows, exhaustion surged up in an instant.

"Clothes, and his hands." After succinctly throwing out the key points, Wilmer also sat down.They were so close that with a small movement, their knees could touch each other.

"Yes. Those hands were rough and broad; pale yellow walls of calluses were built into the palms, and besides, some cracks and scars extended to the wrists."

Hawley opened his hands and gestured to Wilmer while talking.

"Not the hands a country gentleman should have." The latter added, "It's more like someone who has been doing farm work for a long time."

Nodding in agreement, Hawley said regretfully: "It's a pity that his face has been changed beyond recognition. I don't know what the deceased looked like. But whether you know it or not doesn't make much difference. There is a clear dividing line between his neck and the lower part of his collarbone: one deep and one shallow, deep The colored part is a bit darkened, it doesn't look like a short-term sunburn."

He is not a detective forensic doctor, he can see through the corpse at a glance.There was only observation, careful observation—he and Wilmer stared at the corpse for a long time in that room, and Sam even thought they were deeply mourning the dead.

"The clothes don't fit well. The shoes are a little too small, and the thumbs make an arc out of the front of the shoes."

Wilmer narrowed his eyes slightly, he recalled the details as much as possible, and told the story completely, so his tone was a bit slow.

"The same goes for the deerskin coat, which is too baggy. . . . Then you asked Baron Sam, who reluctantly allowed you to take it off. The undershirt was poorly made, with a black patch on the chest . . . um, a mark of sweat."

"The last time we went to the tailor shop, the proprietress specially divided the area for the cloth. The corpse underwear is one of the similar coarse cloths."

"You remember so clearly?" Holly turned his head in shock, with appreciation, admiration and a little jealousy in his eyes.

Wilmer smiled without saying a word.He said in his heart that there are more impressive scenes, which appear in his dreams almost every night.

After the two analyzed it, many doubts emerged one after another, and the matter became more and more confusing.

"The identity of the deceased squire is likely to be false. Who originally said this? Oh yes, a passer-by who had a drink with him. If it was indeed forged, then the deceased concealed himself and made up lies from the beginning. "

If this is the case, the follow-up direction will be intriguing.

According to their observations, the real identity of the deceased was probably a self-cultivator or a serf.

"He claimed that his family was in debt and traveled across the ocean to the Lost Island. The entry and exit records are very difficult to check. Fortunately, Donovan is willing to help, but it will take some time." Holly said helplessly.

"Why did he lie about his identity?"

A long silence echoed in the living room, and the two pondered deeply.

After a long while, Hawley asked suddenly: "Did Serra mean that Shelley also claimed to have grown up in Svia and came to the Lost Island not long ago?"

After saying a word, Wilmer was slightly stunned, and then thought about it.

"The man who died of black magic also arrived here a while ago. If the two of them didn't lie about this matter, then..." Wilmer frowned.

"Perhaps Shelley knew him, and going a step further, they are all tools behind the scenes."

Holly let out a long sigh, his body slid lower and lower, and the space in front of the coffee table could hardly accommodate two long legs.

"Everything at the moment is just speculation." He said, then raised his gaze slightly, and said to the other party, "Tomorrow I plan to go to Datura again."

"Don't go into that place." Wilmer's face was full of disapproval. "If you want to find Shelley, I'll just go."

Holly sat up "shua": "You can go, but I can't?"

"Nianhua still needs you." Wilmer gave a perfect and irrefutable reason.As for what's in his heart, just like before, he couldn't tell the other party.

Thinking of Wilmer going to Datura alone, for some reason, Hawley suddenly had the idea of ​​"a beautiful rabbit broke into the dragon's den and tiger's den alone".

His rabbit is not an extraordinary rabbit—that way, if it is accidentally exposed, the people in the mandala will have to "eat him alive"?

Thoughts flew here, Holly began to feel dizzy.There is an unknown fire running around, leaving traces everywhere, and swipe a pen without public morals-"Don't go!".

Even almost blurted out.

"are you hungry?"

"No...not hungry." Holly reined in abruptly, but in the next second, a series of light sounds from his stomach betrayed him.

After working all day, they didn't have time to eat dinner.Although not to the extent that the front of the chest sticks to the back, the hunger is really hungry.

"What do you want to eat?" Holly scolded his stomach and scratched the back of his neck. He got up and asked.

"Aren't you hungry?" Wilmer smiled teasingly.

Hawley looked back at him, caught a glimpse of the other's playful look, and secretly became angry again.

With a straight face, he stared at the other party.In the end, he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth.

"Okay, eat rabbit meat later."

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