Illiterate at the beginning: She dominates the infinite flow by force

Chapter 15 Are you illiterate?

"What do you think of Wang Jun's invalid information?" Feng Yanhao asked.

"It shouldn't be him. The murderer wouldn't want to go to the girl's room in the middle of the night to do something wrong." Han Luoyun directly ruled out Wang Jun.

"But he should have been hiding something..." Before Feng Yanhao could finish speaking, Ji Ling walked over.

"Where are you going?" Ji Ling asked.

"Look for clues." Han Luoyun replied.

"How many missions are you going to do? A mission can only be completed by one person. If you and I stagger, the chances of winning are greater." Ji Ling said directly what she meant.

"We haven't figured it out yet." Han Luoyun thought, look more at the clues, know which task and which one to do.

"Row."

Ji Ling took two steps, then suddenly turned and looked at Han Luoyun: "Is your token really Jiansui?"

"Guess." Han Luoyun and Ji Ling looked at their pink spikes at the same time.

Ji Ling smiled and left.

"In case everyone comes to grab your sword tassel." Feng Yanhao looked at the sword in Han Luoyun's hand and the sword tassel fluttering in the wind.

"Don't worry, let alone whether they can snatch it, they just snatched it..." Han Luoyun didn't continue, but Feng Yanhao felt that she should be prepared.

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The three of them arrived at the dressing room where Xu Yuewen died.

"There are very few things inside." After Han Luoyun finished speaking, he saw Chu Mochen who was looking for clues.

"What a coincidence, together." Han Luoyun would take the initiative to talk to Chu Mochen every time.

Chu Mochen glanced at her every time, and flatly refused: "No need."

"Sister, he doesn't really want to be with us, why do you want him to come?" Jian Baihong felt that Han Luoyun paid a little more attention to Chu Mochen.

"No, I just want to talk to him every time, for fear that he will become dumb if he doesn't speak for a long time." Han Luoyun joked with a smile.

Jian Baihong: "..."

Chu Mochen: "???"

Han Luoyun saw a piece of paper in the drawer of the dressing table near the chair where Xu Yuewen died. After she took it out, she coughed and handed it to Jian Baihong.

It was a tacit understanding.

"This paper says, come to my room at night, otherwise your affairs will be exposed." Jian Baihong whispered.

"Oh, who wrote this. And who is it for." Han Luoyun was thoughtful.

"So, you can't read?" Chu Mochen said suddenly.

"I can read! But this word is different from ours. I need to learn it again." Han Luoyun frowned, looking at Chu Mochen who was gloating at other people's misfortunes. This person usually doesn't speak, but now he actually came to laugh at himself .

"Oh..." Chu Mochen laughed, and Han Luoyun felt that he was laughing at herself, so she hummed.

"I have studied ancient Chinese before. You learned traditional characters, but now you are using simplified characters. If you identify them carefully, you can find certain connections." Feng Yanhao took the letter paper and compared the common features of traditional and simplified characters to Han Luoyun.

Han Luoyun suddenly realized that she could really distinguish a little similarity!
"Feng Yanhao, you are amazing. I felt like it when I was studying last night, but after you said it, I can understand it better." Han Luoyun smiled very happily, and he was not far away from being able to read.

"I just did research for a period of time." Feng Yanhao has always been low-key, but always at critical moments, very reliable.

If you look around carefully, you will find that there are very few things in the dressing room, because it is a temporary dressing room, so there are hardly many things.

(End of this chapter)