After leaving Qingming Hall, Ying Liu breathed a sigh of relief and thought it was so dangerous.

When he looked up, Su Xiaozhao was already walking in front, looking heartless and joyful, as if everything that happened in the museum just now was just a good show that had ended.

"Su Wuque, can't you restrain yourself?" Ying Liu was so angry that he didn't call her lady. He quickly stepped forward and said anxiously, "You should have a limit if you want to play. What should you do if you accidentally cause trouble?"

Su Xiaozhao looked around and pulled him into the deserted alley, and raised his fingers in front of his lips mysteriously: "Shh... I'm not playing, I've told you all, I just want to ask if it's the poison he made."

Fart! Who would run away in broad daylight and ask if the other party was the murderer who harmed him?

Ying Liutian was depressed: "Enough, who would tell you such a thing!"

"But didn't he say that?" Su Xiaozhao blinked, bent her index finger and pushed the glasses that did not exist on the bridge of her nose, with sharp eyes.

"There is only one truth. The murderer is not from the Yong family, but from the person sent by Prince Rui's mansion! I promise in the name of my Conan Su!"

"...Oh, Conan Su, how do you know?" Ying Liu, who had been tempered for a long time, said calmly, "Yong Hebi stood there from beginning to end, and told you nothing."

"No, his eyes told me." Su Xiaozhao raised his index finger and said seriously: "This is the thing. Before the action, I carefully considered the right time, place and people. After appearing, I first flashed in front of him with lightning speed, and then used the method he most imagined to hit his fragile mental defense at that moment, and severely questioned the depths of his soul."

Under Ying Liumuran's gaze, she sighed and analyzed, "At that moment, his pupils dilated by 2.37 mm, and then his eyelids narrowed by 8.50 mm, half covering his eyes. From a psychological point of view, he fell in love with me at first sight, and he was shy and wanted to avoid my wise eyes..."

"Su Wuque, I thought about it and I'd better take back the scooter."

"Oh, just kidding!" Miss Su cleared her voice and said seriously, "Anyway, I got close to Yong Hebi at the beginning, really to wait for his reaction."

She said: "After hearing what I said, his first reaction was to squint his eyes, which means he felt that he had been wrongly criticized. As a comparison group, I mentioned Lin Duanzhi's name again, and he was not moved after hearing it. But when I talked about Jin Feibai, his eyes were filled with a cold look of suspicion - a small look that he knew who the murderer was, but found that he might have been framed by the murderer, tsk tsk!"

"Nonsense, why haven't I heard of any psychology? You can't make it up again, right?" Her words were not even credible!

"What, I have learned this since I was a child." She rubbed her face distressedly, "You humans who are so crazy, just one expression will control seventy-two nerves and thirty-four muscles. It's really complicated and troublesome to learn."

"Don't you need to learn this at all..."

Ying Liu was used to the words she didn't understand very well and glanced at her and said, "Actually, compared to this reason, why do I feel more that you are bored and just want to have fun."

Seeing Su Xiaozhao's brows slightly, he suddenly became angry: "Yes, Su Wuque? These words sound very reasonable are actually what you thought of afterwards, right?"

Su Xiaozhao turned his head depressedly: "It's getting less and less adorable."

"In your world, being cute means being easy to cheat, right?" Ying Liu said angrily.

"That's why I said you are becoming less and less adorable."

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Seeing her walking out happily with her hands behind her back, Ying Liu grinded her teeth and followed. "Su Wuque, when I go back, I will tell Ying Yi that you are ugly in your crying nose!"

"Ha, joke. A man is a real man, bleeding but not crying. I'm just playing around with a show. Are you still serious?" Miss Su hummed disdainfully, saying that she was impeccable. "How can a person like me who has a high level of awareness and profound soul exaggerate the tragedy with useless tears? Just kidding!"

Ying Liu was dying and was about to bury her again, but she stopped and as she turned her voice, she seemed to have a stiff breath.

"What's wrong?" Ying Liu looked along her gaze and was stunned.

Not far away, a group of chattering children gathered together, and there was a scooter streak in the middle.

"What should I do? Can this be repaired well? It will be bad when Su San madman comes back and sees it!"

"It's all Hu Zi's fault. He ran to the door of the Zhao family's little bully's house while playing! We made us fuck one and smash the car."

"Wuwu...Who knew he was so bad that he wanted to steal my car..." The boy with a braid rubbed his eyes with his hands and said in a crying voice.

Yang Shuo patted his chest with his fat hand and said heroically: "Why are you crying? I am your boss. If Su San madman wants to beat someone, I will beat him up..." He suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the girl standing at the entrance of the alley. His momentum suddenly faded, "Su, Su San madman?"

"Then, that," the little fat man stuttered in the gloomy aura emitted from her body, "Su San madman, we didn't do it on purpose, it was the little overlord of the Zhao family who took the first move-" He suddenly stopped talking and looked at Su Xiaozhao who was starting to cry in surprise.

Ying Liu turned around: "...Miss, I want to say, don't be so exaggerated, right?" Isn't it just a simple wooden car?

Su Xiaozhao stood there without answering, as if her whole body was covered by a huge shadow. In her black eyes, tears kept flowing down her cheeks, like a round rolling water bead stringed up by a thread, flowing non-stop.

Compared to the crying loudly in the museum, her silent tears were more impactful. It was not like seeing her beloved scooter falling apart, but more like seeing the mountains, rivers, stars collapsed - an extreme sadness.

"Hey, Miss..." Ying Liu opened his lips slightly, not sure whether he should be shocked or held his forehead, "Where is the highly conscious and profound soul that he had agreed to?"

"Shut up! I'm washing this damn dirty world with tears!"

The fat man Yang Shuo shrank, and obviously was scared by her current appearance: "Su, Su San Madman, I will pay you how much money you want. If it doesn't work, I will ask my father to find a carpenter and make you the same one."

Ying Liu also said embarrassedly: "Miss, I will do one for you again when I go back, and it will not take a long time to do it..."

"I don't want it!" Su Xiaozhao raised his head and broke, tears still stolen, and his chin was tense stubbornly, "The flowers that bloomed after they wither are no longer the same flower. The re-made scooter is no longer my Gimmes Dominic."

Ying Liu's forehead veins jumped, and she strangely followed her brain circuit: "The ghost Jimas Dominic, it's not the posthumous title you gave it temporarily, right?"

Su Xiaozhao glanced at her gloomy and resentful tears and hummed.

Although the little fat man was not afraid of the world, he just patted his chest and promised that he would not be damaged. Now he was disbanded and was very guilty in front of his master.

He shrugged his neck and said with a shrill look that Miss Su seemed to be destroying the world at this moment, "It's all broken anyway. My father is Dianshi. He works under the county magistrate. Apart from asking me to take out bird eggs for a year, just say what conditions do you have."

Miss Su wiped her face with her hand and replied to calmness. She approached, raised the fat man's ear and said, "Okay, I only have one condition."

Her eyes swept over the dozen shivering friends behind him: "My family took in a man named Su Duniang a few days ago. She planned to settle in this town and find a job as a private school teacher. At that time, you will go to me if you don't leave. Have you heard of it?"

The little fat man smacked his lips, lacking interest, but nodded in her gloomy gaze: "Okay, let me tell my father. Anyway, Master Chen has left before, and it is not difficult for her to be a private school teacher. But scholars are very noble. Are you sure she is willing to teach Hu Zi and other civilians? It's boring for me to go alone."

"No problem." Su Xiaozhao raised his chin.

So the fat guy turned around and called his friends: "Did you hear it? If I think I am the eldest brother, I will go to a private school to support me!"

In the midst of the response, Ying Liu seemed to see Su Xiaozhao's body, and a black and purple blazing flame instantly ignited, a pressure that was more murderous than the Shadow Guard Training Camp.
Chapter completed!