Chapter 78 Good words do not persuade the damned ghost
Ji Xinyao kicked her calf, as if she was being held up by someone, and moved away from the coffin store.
"Hey, I can walk by myself. You guys put me down." She flopped around for a while. After both Song Zilian and Song Lucun felt safe, they breathed a sigh of relief and put her down.
The two men's eyes quickly exchanged fire again.
Ji Xinyao was not stupid. When she saw that they were about to argue again, she immediately said, "Don't argue anymore. I make the decision. Let's search together! Keep your voices down!"
She held the white lantern she had just taken out from the coffin shop and looked around.
"Let's go one by one. Let's go to the pawn shop in front first."
"I seem to have the skills to identify authenticity." Song Lucun suddenly said.
"Really?" Ji Xinyao became excited. This ability will definitely promote the plot.
Song Zilian frowned. He had read everyone's scripts when he was reading, and he had memorized them all. As the richest character in the entire script, Song Lucun did have such ability. But he spoke in front of Ji Xinyao.
, Song Zilian always felt like he was asking for credit.
"You say it as if no one can do it." Song Zilian muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Then can you say it?" Song Lucun looked at him provocatively.
Song Zilian pursed his lips and felt a little embarrassed. As the DM, he couldn't ruin the player's experience.
Song Lucun was a little proud, looking like a gentleman, pointing to the nearby pawn shop, "Xinyao, let's go."
Ji Xinyao nodded and glanced at Song Zilian.
She could see that he was a little unhappy, so she gently grabbed his cuffs with her hands.
"Let's go without further ado."
Song Lucun's eyes fell on Ji Xinyao's hand. Although this action was not considered intimate, it was only done between acquaintances.
[Song Lucun: Suspicion +1%, total mission progress: 21%]
The virtual screen in front of Ji Xinyao jumped again. Her guess was correct. Song Lucun's suspicion of her was more likely to arise from Song Zilian.
Could it be that the series of data fluctuations she saw this morning were also related to Song Zilian?
She thought about it, she clearly fell asleep in the hall last night, but when she woke up, she was in her room...
This does seem like something Song Zilian would do.
The moon in the sky rises in the east and sets in the west.
After searching the whole street, it was already one o'clock in the morning.
When they returned to the inn, everything was quiet. The photographer turned off the machine, told everyone to have a good rest at night, and left.
The three of them were all a little sleepy and went back to their rooms.
All daily necessities are prepared for them in the room.
Ji Xinyao yawned and was about to wash up. As soon as she put on the towel, she saw a figure outside the door.
"Who's out there?" she asked.
"It's me, is it convenient?" Song Lucun's voice came from outside the door.
Ji Xinyao thought for a while and put the bath towel back on the shelf nearby, "Wait a minute."
She opened the door and looked at Song Lucun with a serious face, as if someone owed him eight million.
Ji Xinyao frowned slightly, "It's so late, why aren't you still sleeping?"
"I want to tell you something." His eyes were gentle and sincere, and his upright appearance made him look completely harmless.
Ji Xinyao didn't think too much, she just thought that he was in the same camp as her and came to discuss the case with her.
"Come in and sit wherever you like."
Ji Xinyao stepped aside and called Song Lucun in.
"I have nothing to entertain you. I can only drink boiled water."
As she spoke, she went to the corner of the room and boiled hot water with a kettle.
"good."
Song Lucun walked to the middle of the room, where there was a round table that was standard in costume dramas. He sat down closest to the door, while Ji Xinyao sat in front of the makeup mirror and took off her wig and jewelry.
"What do you want to say?" she asked, parting her lips.
"Do you know the prince today?" Song Lucun said straight to the point.
"I know you. Didn't you see it? Why are you asking me?" Ji Xinyao said in a relaxed tone.
"Then do you know who he is?"
"Who could he be? A staff member on the island." Ji Xinyao said, taking off the hairband on her head, turning around to look at Song Lucun, deliberately smiling at him and saying, "Speaking of which, let's go
The last time it rained, he sent me back. I am so grateful to him."
Song Lucun frowned, trying to find flaws in her expression.
There was not a single lie in what Ji Xinyao said, and her eyes and demeanor were honest and serious.
"Why do you care so much about him? He didn't hurt Ji Jingxue." Ji Xinyao said smoothly.
Song Lucun opened his mouth. He originally wanted to tell Ji Xinyao a million words, but when he heard Ji Jingxue's clan name, he felt as if he was meddling in other people's business.
He shouldn't care at all whether Ji Xinyao would be hurt by Song Zilian. In fact, he should be grateful that Ji Xinyao helped Ji Jingxue block the gun.
"In short, he is not a good person. You'd better not get too close to him."
Ji Xinyao suddenly laughed, "It seems that this person is quite capable? He can make you think that he is not a good person, so I am more interested."
"Ji Xinyao, don't be so disobedient. I'm not kidding you."
Ji Xinyao rolled her eyes and pointed out deliberately, "Speaking of which, you mentioned his name today, right? I remember he has the same surname as you, Song. Are we related?"
"Calculate."
"People from the Song family, then I'm even more curious."
Song Lucun was so angry at her words.
"Ji Xinyao, I'm reminding you out of good intentions, you'd better not be stubborn!" He said, stood up angrily, and was about to leave.
Ji Xinyao saw that his emotions had been aroused, so she had to make a quick contrast to arouse suspicion.
"Wait a minute, if you're not in a hurry."
"I've finished my words. Good words don't give you damn ghosts."
This was the first time she heard Song Lucun speak so seriously.
He usually doesn't show any joy at all, making it difficult for people to guess the depth of his thoughts.
"It doesn't matter if I'm a ghost or not, it's just like asking if you have written about the injury on your hand? You should have some reaction after taking the Chinese medicine yesterday, right?" Ji Xinyao deliberately lowered her posture and asked in a low voice with concern.
Song Lucun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly recalled how much Ji Xinyao had helped him on the island, and felt that his tone just now was indeed too rude, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"It's much better. Carrying heavy objects today is not as troublesome as before."
Before taking the medicine, he did not expect that the medicine would take effect so quickly. He thought that traditional Chinese medicine could only be adjusted slowly.
"That's good. I just happened to be passing by the medical clinic on the street and brought a set of silver needles over. I thought they could cure your hand disease."
She said and took out the set of silver needles.
Song Lucun didn't pay attention before, only thinking that she had taken some evidence. When he thought that Ji Xinyao still cared about him even when investigating the case, he felt more self-blame in his heart.