Yu Qi squatted on the ground, slowly, his eyes turned to the lake not far away, his expression became very strange, as if there was something that he couldn't figure out.

　　

　　 "Brother." Teacher Liao Zhi swallowed and said, "Just say what you think. Everyone can help the staff."

　　

　　 Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Chen Qiang and Qin Jian also leaned over. Several people gathered around where the sedan chair was parked last night. It didn't take long for Chen Qiang's eyes to change.

　　

　　 Then, Qin Jian also seemed to see the doorway.

　　

　　 He suddenly squatted down and stared at one place.

　　

"What's this?"

　　

　　 "It seems to be... the mark left by something passing by?"

　　

　　Master Liao Zhi’s tone is not sure, because this mark is too strange, the whole is non-standard oval, and it is relatively small, not like those left by animals like cats and dogs.

　　

　　 You Qi stood up and stepped on a foot near the mark. He looked stronger. This foot used a lot of strength, but it only left a more obvious shoe mark on the ground.

　　

　　 And this mark is much deeper than that of Yuki.

　　

　　 A very ominous premonition arises in their hearts, for no reason, it is simply disturbing them.

　　

"Here... here there is!" Shi Liao Zhi's eyes were good, and he saw another mark not far away, but this place was covered by other people's footprints. Fortunately, it was deeper. found.

　　

　　 A few people followed the mark and came all the way to the edge of the lake. The last mark was printed in the mud, leaving only an outline exposed.

　　

　　 "Gumbling."

　　

　　 You Qi blinked, as if the ominous premonition in his heart had come true.

　　

　　 "The imprint just started from the sedan chair... right, right?" You Qi rolled his throat, and it took a lot of effort to say it.

　　

　　 In the next second, someone finally realized what this sharp and small mark was.

　　

　　 And this kind of consciousness seems to be contagious.

　　

　　 Everyone slowly turned their heads and looked at the place where the sedan chair was parked last night. Even Chen Qiang, who is not easy to express his emotions, feels that his back is cold at this moment.

　　

　　 are embroidered shoes worn by ancient women.

　　

　　 Because ancient women had the habit of binding their feet, they were also called three-inch golden lotus.

　　

　　 looked down at the mark again, the front tip was wide and the back was wide, exactly.

　　

"The paper man also had his little feet last night." It was Yu Qi who was speaking. It is hard to imagine that a five-year-old man could be frightened like this. He trembled his lips and said: "I...I saw Up!"

　　

　　 A gust of wind blew over the lake, and several people shuddered at the same time.

　　

　　......

　　

　　 "Point to the left."

　　

　　 "Right."

　　

　　 "A little bit to the right."

　　

"above."

　　

　　 "Yes, that's it," Jiang Cheng whispered, "Hold it, Fatty."

　　

　　 "Doctor." The fat man strained, his face flushed, "You hurry up, after all, you are not alone, there is another one!"

　　

　　 The other was lifted up by the fat man and hung on the wall to see that Xia Meng was not as reasonable as Jiang Cheng. At least the latter knew a few words to comfort the fat man, making him feel that he had made an indelible contribution to the team.

　　

　　 "It's coming out, it's coming out." Jiang Cheng whispered.

　　

　　 A light flashed in Xia Meng’s eyes, and she immediately confirmed: "It's him!"

　　

　　 A thin figure covered in torn clothes jumped out from the window, holding two steamed buns in his left hand, and a broken bowl in his right hand, which seemed to contain some vegetables.

　　

　　 Looking at this familiar action, it is obviously not the first offense.

　　

　　 It was the little beggar who was caught by them last night, but for some reason, he was let go by An Xuan.

　　

　　 I didn't expect to hit it here.

　　

　　 They actually saw a sneaky figure far away on their way, and then followed the figure to find here all the way, it seemed that this place should be the kitchen.

　　 There are piles of firewood piled up in front of the door. In order to prevent it from rain and moisture, it is covered with a broken mat.

　　

　　 They looked for a while and found no one came.

　　

　　 Later, Xia Meng said that since this little bartender dared to steal food at this time, it means that there is no one in the kitchen at this time, or the probability of someone is very low.

　　

　　 "Aren't you... you want to go in and have a look?" The fat man sighed, wondering.

　　

　　 The wall here is more than two meters high, and I don’t know which inconspicuous design is. A kitchen is made like a military powerhouse. This is a bitter for the fat man. He carried the doctor and Xia Meng on his shoulders.

　　

　　 After putting down the two, the fat man was finally relieved.

　　

　　 "What's your plan?" Jiang Cheng said while moving his neck. He felt that his neck was a little stiff when he kept one movement for a long time.

　　

　　 "Now go find that little beggar," Xia Meng said bluntly, "I always think there is something wrong with him. The people in the Huang Mansion are not fools. Just let him steal it every day and never find it?"

　　

　　 Thinking of the horrible appearance of the middle-aged woman who almost wanted to eat people, the fat man felt that Xia Meng's words made sense.

　　

　　 "Okay." Jiang Cheng nodded, "Go ahead."

　　

　　 The fat man was stunned, looking at Jiang Cheng and wondering: "What about you?"

　　

　　 "I'll go inside and take a look." Jiang Cheng started stretching exercises in broadcast gymnastics in elementary and middle schools across the country, seemingly preparing for getting over the wall to prevent strain.

　　

　　 Looking at the doctor's familiar and sand sculpture's movements, a few big words echoed in the fat man's ears-the times are calling.

　　

　　 Then the emotions suddenly became excited.

　　

　　 "What are you going to do in the kitchen?" Xia Meng stared at him as if to see through his tricks.

　　

　　 "Of course I'm going to see if there are any clues." Jiang Cheng straightened his waist, squinted his eyes and replied, "Otherwise, go to the bathroom."

　　

"Doctor." His face was embarrassed, and the fat man persuaded with all his heart: "I know you are small-minded, but the hero doesn't suffer from the immediate loss. I advise you to think twice," He paused, "You'd better think about it. The risk of catching."

　　

　　 The horrible face of the middle-aged woman appeared in front of him, and the fat man said: "Beware of crimes and tools have been confiscated for you."

　　

　　 Xia Meng squinted her eyes, then said, "It's no big deal," she grinned, "I can pay you back anyway."

　　

Jiang Cheng seemed to really think about it, and then stubbornly shook his head, "No, I still have to go," he stretched out a finger ~lightnovelpub.net~ and clicked Xia Meng and said, "You better bless I'm fine."

　　

　　 Xia Meng stared at him.

　　

　　 The fat man suddenly felt a kind of high-energy excitement ahead.

　　

　　 "If it is confiscated anyway, you will suffer." Jiang Cheng stretched his neck and said to Xia Meng, "You just don't cry at night."

　　

　　 Xia Meng turned around and left, and got involved with the fat man.

　　

　　 In fact, Fatty didn't want to leave the doctor in his heart, but Jiang Cheng didn't wait for him at all. After climbing up the wall a few times, he jumped over. Fatty had no choice but to follow Xia Meng.

　　

　　 "Fatty Wang." Xia Meng dragged the fatty to a place where no one was there, and the beggar stopped chasing after him. She smiled and said, "Now we are the two of us."

　　

　　 The fat man swallowed.

　　

"Just tell me, what is Jiang Cheng's identity, what kind of work he does, and who does he do things for?" Xia Meng squinted and said, "It's not difficult for me to do it for you. I can protect your safety after going out. You don't need to be restrained by him anymore. "

　　

　　 "If you don't believe me, I can swear to prove it." Xia Meng raised his hand and said very formally.

　　

　　 Xia Meng always had doubts about Jiang Cheng's identity. Of course, she checked his details, but the feedback information was very vague, it was the kind of... impenetrable vagueness, like a layer of fog.

　　

　　 The fat man thought for a while and replied, "I can tell you, but the question is can you believe it?"