Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Three minutes later, Fan took out the hot fish plate with his hand and dripped some valuable soy sauce from the south. The juice was amber, very beautiful. The steamed fish is mixed with the juice, and the aroma suddenly fills the kitchen. He found the leftovers in the evening, and he steamed the fish and vinegar and ate it beautifully.

The next morning, I went to the grandmother to ask for peace. When I was in peace, the next person came to report that the thief had been patronized in the kitchen last night. Fan Xian immediately understood what it was, couldn't help but laugh, and while giving the old lady a shoulder, said to the butler: "I went to have a hot meal last night, don't be nervous."

The man was dumbfounded, thinking that the young master was so old, why not shouting people to do things, prefer to play these things yourself, if you burn people, it is not fun.

Fan Xian knows what the other person is thinking, and deftly said to the old lady: "Suner recently found a way to steam fish from the book, so I want to try it myself. If the taste is OK, I am going to honour my grandmother because I want to give my grandmother. Surprise, so I didn’t dare to let the next person know. I didn’t expect to alarm so many people. The grandson knew it was wrong.”

These words are reasonable and the average person can't pick anything wrong.

The old lady did not have any expression in listening to this sentence. She said gently: "How is it good, just remember to pack everything, no matter what you do."

The old lady of Piaget Beppu has always been harsh on Fan Xian, and there is very little such gentle tone. Therefore, Fan’s heart is slightly uneasy, and she feels that her grandmother’s tone seems to reveal a little pity for herself. Why?

The old lady said softly: "I know about yesterday's things. Zhou Guanjia is not very easy to use. It is so dangerous that you go to the kitchen at night. No one is really aware. It is very disappointing. I have sent him back to Kyoto. By the family, the goods were gone."

Fan Xianxin’s heart was slightly shocked. It was only after thinking that he had murdered and returned, he even forgot to deal with Zhou Guan’s affairs. It is obvious that this assassin can be mixed into the house and poisoned, and this housekeeper can’t get rid of it, he is so careless, sure enough. Very bad.

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During the day, I read the books sent by Kyoto in the study room without feeling. Fan Fan once again went out of the house. When I subconsciously passed the food market, I realized that my grandmother’s sentence “Do not pack anything, remember to pack it.” What does it mean? .

The corner of the market has been burnt into a ruin, but it is magically not affected by the adjacent buildings, but the single building was burned clean and nothing left. The residents around the four were talking about it. Fan was short and he was listening to it. He knew that two people were burned in the fire, and they were completely unrecognizable.

The burnt place was the building where Fan was murdered yesterday.

Destroy the corpse?

Fan Xian thought that Grandma had just said that she had sent Zhou Guanjia back to Kyoto, and then contacted the miserable ashes in front of him. He suddenly became cold and finally understood what happened. He really did not think that he was strict with himself. The grandmother who is not in love with her love is so meticulous, she has made such a thing for the safety of her grandson.

When I think of the old lady’s appearance in the old days, Fan Fan can’t connect this image with the ruins of the blue smoke.

Fan is in the crowd, looking at the greasy black wood in front of him, knowing that he has learned something.

Some residents in the neighborhood noticed that he had come, and asked him to prepare something to say, and Fan went to the market without hesitation, and unwittingly went to the familiar grocery store.

"The butler was rushed back to Kyoto." Fan said.

Wuzhu stood in the store, and the body was facing the quiet street. There was no reaction. The residents went to the market to watch the fun, so the street was very empty.

"The small building we went to yesterday was burned." Fan Xian continued.

Wuzhu still has no reaction.

Fan leisurely slammed his sleeves and said, "Do you think that I forgot to deal with the Zhou Guanjia thing, is it a stupid performance? I still need my grandmother to clean up me!"

Wu Zhu turned and said: "Do you want me to sympathize with you? I feel that I am young and I don't know how to deal with these things. So you are frustrated by self-esteem, so seek comfort?"

The voice of the blind man was a little curious, and there was much more vividness in the days of peace.

Fan Xiaoxiao said: "I don't have the extra self-esteem, just feel that killing is very bad. And..."

He said that he didn’t say it. He felt deep inside that he had crossed into the world. If it wasn’t for Fei Jie and Wu Zhu’s education, he would not have more power than the average dignitaries. Maybe... It’s dead. In such a power entanglement, the hidden background, more knowledge does not seem to be of any use. Everyone who stands on the top of the power storm is not proficient in those dirty and complicated means.

Compared with them, I am really...just a naive child.

"The feeling of killing, the feeling of being killed, which one do you like?" Wu Zhu asked.

Fan Xian does not know how to answer, naturally no one wants to be killed.

"Since you already know the answer, don't ask again." Wu Zhu handed him a brand. "In addition, I think it is necessary to tell you that the old lady drove Zhou Guanjia out of Zhangzhou without killing him because I don’t want to be in the old house in Kyoto because this thing is too much trouble."

Fan leisurely looked at the familiar brand and knew that it was the token of the deacon in the Earl's House. This brand is the Zhou Guanjia. He looked up and wondered at Wu Zhu: "Have you killed him?"

Wuzhu nodded.

Fan Xian suddenly thought of the identity of the assassin and scratched his head and asked: "Why is the assassin using poison and follow-up methods and the means of the supervision institute?"

"Ask the fee to go."

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During the Qingli years, on a bright spring day, in the west of Kyoto City, the square was painted with a layer of gray-black, seemingly horrible buildings. In one of the secret rooms, one face was thin and the mouth was smooth and there was no trace. The old man with a beard is sitting in a wheelchair with a soft, smooth wool blanket on his leg.

The glass window of the Chamber of Secrets was sturdy and black, and there was no leak of sunlight. The old man had a serious illness in the north many years ago. Since then, he has had some photophobia.

"Fei Lao, the thing in Zhangzhou, how is the investigation?" The old man looked at the gray-haired, strange-looking peer, looking at his brown eyes and smiling.

Fei Jie sat in a chair and had a cup of tea. He looked at the smiling smile of the dean's lips. He thought that he and he were the real old perverts.

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(In the early morning, add fine, punch the list, canvassing the ticket, thank you very much.)

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