The Phantom of High School: A Different Kind of Gifted Student

Chapter 109 The Lins
Henan dragged Zaizai back to the wooden table in the living room. Cang Yue, who was wearing a loose knitted sweater, was already sitting there slowly drinking clear rice porridge. The faint steam slowly evaporated in the air.

The sun is warm and bright in the morning, and the bright beams are sprinkled in the room through the windows, bright and majestic.Henan thoughtfully looked at the loose green knitted sweater on Cang Yue's body for a while, and a chilling air in his heart spread quietly and was then severely suppressed.

Seeing Cang Yue, Zai Zai hurriedly got off Henan's body and ran towards Cang Yue on his short legs.

"Pretty sister, pretty sister, Zizai wants to eat steamed buns." A ball of meatballs in pajamas smashed towards Cang Yue.The latter put down the bowl and chopsticks with a slight frown, and reached out to insert Zaizai's armpit to trap him in mid-air.

Zizai was hanging in mid-air, his fat short legs dangling danglingly, someone who was suddenly resisted stared at Cang Yue with wide eyes, muttered and complained a few times and asked Cang Yue to let him down.Henan, who came from behind, picked up a steamed bun of just the right size and stuffed it into the little fat man's mouth.

While the three were fighting and fighting, the Lin couple held hands and swayed down the wooden stairs from the second floor. The old wooden stairs made creaking noises.

Henan's sharp eyes swept over the two of them, and his eyes fell on Mrs. Lin a few times, but this time she didn't bring the black leather bag that almost never left her body.Henan's tone was exceptionally polite: "Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin, the two of you got up 17 minutes and 24 seconds later than yesterday. I don't know why there was a delay."

Still wearing a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, Mr. Lin, who was wearing a fairly decent gray suit, was slightly stunned. He sat with his wife and had breakfast but didn't say anything.They never talked much, especially in this strange hotel.

Mrs. Lin especially spoke very little and hardly talked to anyone.Cang Yue saw the hands tightened and relaxed between the two, as if the man was silently comforting the woman.

Henan and Cang Yue exchanged glances, and came up with the same data by coincidence: a middle-aged couple, overly cautious, probably a senior professor of history, a loving couple, the purpose of coming here...unknown, it has a lot to do with the black leather bag.

Henan smiled, ears perked up to hear the noise from the washstand, which had a continuous momentum, presumably Luo Ma and the others would not come over for the time being.

"Professor Lin, when the lights went out last night, I was quite interested in the dialects you spoke. So I had nothing to do with Cang Yue that night, and I checked my phone to find out where there are such interesting dialects in China. Language." Henan elegantly and leisurely gnawed a few mouthfuls of white steamed buns, and continued to chatter in a homely way, "What's wrong with you? I don't know if it's because my mobile phone is advanced and expensive, or because I'm lucky that I found this dialect type."

Mr. Lin's calm face suddenly changed like lightning.Mrs. Lin's hand holding the porridge bowl suddenly trembled, Zaizai blinked and saw that the fat aunt's face was as white as paper.

"It's really strange, little brother." That Mr. Lin said awkwardly, took a sip of porridge to calm his expression, and barely concealed his inner anxiety. "My dialect is extremely rare. This area is already on the map..."

"It has become a civilization that disappeared under the desert, an ancient and profound writing. In today's world, this writing has disappeared, and the way of pronunciation has disappeared." Henan said slowly, with a layer of cumbersomeness floating between his brows, Doesn't seem to plan to talk much to the couple.Seeing his appearance, Cang Yue calmly excluded these two as suspects.Presumably, the black leather bag contained information about this ancient text.

Henan's temper is like this. Once he finds that the information from the other party has been thoroughly dug out, he loses interest in this person.Quite a bit like Sherlock Holmes' eccentricity, which makes people laugh helplessly.

　Guess who the middleman is?The finale is still early,,,, not a tragedy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)