The gangster of fast wear is online

Chapter 1211 Butterfly Boy 25

Lan Shuying nodded and said affirmatively, "Madam hasn't tasted it tonight."

One dish for dinner was roasted celery in butter.

Half of the materials are used, and there are still some leftovers in the kitchen.

She does look like edible celery, but if you look closely, you can still find that the edges of this leaf are thicker and rounder.

She remembered that the coachman told her about the wild parsley, which grew on its own in the flower garden. After the coachman found out, he wanted to take care of it, but he didn't expect it to be picked quietly.

The Master of Illusion interjected at the right time: "This is originally one of the evidences, and it's a distraction item. As long as you talk to those people normally, one of them will tell you."

Lan Shuying was helpless: "Are you counting as the referee coming off the field in person?"

The master smiled and brought out the noun: "One of our own!"

Fine.

Lan Shuying took out her notebook and recorded the current time, place, and the old doctor's findings on it.

She also shared what she saw: the mechanism in the bathroom, and showed them the pictures in the camera.

The few people present may have been influenced by the master, and naturally accepted the existence of this thing, and were amazed at the structures on the picture.

The little peacock interjected: "I heard that he was responsible for the decoration of the bathroom. Before Madam had an accident, he went in to repair the bathtub." He pointed to the coachman and said.

The coachman jumped up: "What do you mean, doubt me?! Don't forget, he came over in the middle of the night to remind me to fix it! He stayed in the lady's room much longer than me!"

The implication is that the little peacock did this and then came to frame him.

The little peacock froze for a moment, and retorted with reason: "I'm in the wife's room, of course I'm staying with her, and I don't have time to touch the things inside! Besides, I don't know how to..."

He is delicate and petite, and he doesn't look like a person who can work, let alone such a professional organization.

Everyone looked at the coachman to see what explanation he would have.

Of course the coachman refused to admit it, and quarreled with Little Peacock every sentence.

The Master of Illusion complained gloomily: "It's really boring. They are arguing endlessly like this. I don't know when it will end... Even if the evidence is in front of you, you still have to quibble. Humans are really stupid and superstitious people who believe in luck."

"Ah... I didn't mention you! Wait, I remember that you seem to be a rabbit, yes, then I must not scold you."

"You said before that as long as I spread out a pen and paper, I can ask the suspect the truth?" Lan Shuying asked it.

"It's not certain, but the success rate will be very high... What I give you is the highest success rate within the authority!" The master screamed.

"Thank you, then I'm welcome."

Lan Shuying sat down calmly.

The tip of the pen swished across the paper.

She was writing about bathroom traps.

Then she looked at the coachman and asked, "If you didn't arrange the mechanism, why are there your fingerprints in the bathroom?"

"what?"

The coachman's expression was a little dull, and suddenly, his body began to struggle suddenly, as if something invisible was restraining him, and his face turned red.

Suddenly, he stopped moving, stared at her, and asked fiercely: "Why not? Didn't I just go to repair something?"

Lan Shuying nodded: "Yes, but you just glued a bathtub, why are there fingerprints on the walls and ceilings? Do you have ADHD, especially when you are working?"

"..."

"Pfft!" The little peacock laughed unceremoniously, tears streaming down his face.

The old doctor coughed and said, "If it's fingerprints... I also have the corresponding potion here. Sprinkle it on to make fingerprints more obvious."

This is really a good thing for drowsiness to hit the pillow.

Lan Shuying smiled at him and said politely, "Thank you doctor."

The coachman's face was ugly.

Lan Shuying twirled the pen a few times, and silently disliked that Juggernaut's skill is not good enough. Of course, Juggernaut refused to accept this evaluation, and refused to forgive her.

Three seconds later, she raised her eyebrows and raised her hand. The heavy pen seemed to suddenly turn into a light and sharp dart in her hand. The tip of the pen brushed against the driver's face and slammed into the wooden cabinet. .

Inky blood trickled from his wound.

With another wave of his hand, the pen flew back strangely, as if it had never been moved.

But the bruise on the coachman's face, and the black hole in the cupboard, all prove that something weird has happened, and it's not a hallucination.

There is no silk thread between the pen and the person.

It seems that she just made a simple gesture of waving, and the pen seemed to have life, very obedient.

Several people saw that their eyeballs were about to drop to the ground.

Including the little peacock who longs to become a vampire.He seemed to understand something, pointed at his elder brother and stammered, "You, you are not human..."

Lan Shuying didn't answer him, but said to the coachman:

"You have two paths now, one is to tell the truth, and the other is to die. Hey, you don't have to worry about being lonely, you can wait here for a while after you die...other people who don't want to tell the truth will go to accompany you. "

She didn't look at the coachman the whole time, but just stared at the beautiful pen with a gentle and amiable smile.

A drop of blood fell from the tip of the crooked pen onto the paper, paired with such a warm and harmless smile, there was a strong sense of conflict.

In the dimly lit kitchen, the atmosphere became stagnant and dangerous.

"This pen would have worked well..."

she said regretfully.

The Juggernaut understood in seconds, and it cast the spell again.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the broken nib moved by itself.

The metal was as soft as plasticine, and it quickly returned to its original sharpness before it was fixed.

——The Juggernaut had agreed with her before that spreading out the pen and paper would have a deterrent effect, but it was a pity that the success rate was not met with the coachman, so the two cooperated and turned a trick.

She was supposed to be a calm and courteous butler, but after the little peacock stuttered, she became a mysterious and dangerous inhuman in the hearts of everyone.

Finally the coachman couldn't take it anymore.

He chooses to live.

"Organ, I did it..."

He closed his eyes, sweat was shaking from the tip of his eyelashes, and he gritted his teeth: "Since I was responsible for redecorating the bathroom... Every time I go in, as long as I can get out of her sight, I will hide a little bit quietly."

Madame Butterfly is a cautious person.

Anyone who enters her room will be monitored by her, and she is rarely out of sight.

Therefore, this is destined to be a long and arduous process.

The coachman hid all the mechanical parts, and then assembled them quietly, but suffered from no chance to arrange them.

Until today, he met a good opportunity, Madame Butterfly went to the next door with Little Peacock this time!While no one was around, he quickly opened the brick surface... The mechanism is a bit rough, and it can only be used once, but that's enough.

Because Lan Shuying went in suddenly and asked to move the bathtub to find her "missing" ring, and then the two were scolded by Madame Butterfly who arrived.Before exiting the bathroom, the coachman pressed the open button.

Next time, the person who steps on the black square at the door will definitely trigger the mechanism.

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After listening to the driver's crime process, Lan Shuying suddenly thought of a sentence:

"A hard-working man, the heavens live up to him, and he can swallow Wu with three thousand violins."

He spends that long lurking around his target.

Usually, when Madame Butterfly travels, he has to drive for her, busy;

Madame Butterfly is at home, because there are few servants, most of the physical work is done by the coachman.Being a cow and a horse is exhausting...

So, Lan Shuying asked a question that everyone wanted to know——

"Why do this?"

(End of this chapter)