Now that the talk has come to this, no matter how unwilling Xie Dongdong is, he can only leave angrily. He has never thought that Ye Zhaoling, who is usually quiet, is really like a saw-mouthed gourd now.
Fool the master.
I didn’t say what I shouldn’t have said, and I didn’t say what I should have said.
In short, I said it but not completely.
He was so good at fooling people, even if Jesus came, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
Xie Dongdong glanced at Li Junyi who was like a goose in the corner, and the doubts in his heart were rising slowly. As for Wang Dazhi on the other side, he completely blamed him for being a "waste".
Ye Zhaoling didn't want to listen to his nonsense. This guy didn't give her any silver or gold coins. He didn't pay anything and just wanted to come to her to find trouble. What obligation did she have to stand here and argue with him back and forth?
She has had a bad day today. She can't sleep well at night. Beauty will go bald if she doesn't get a good rest! She can't care about anything, but she can't care less about the shiny black hair on the top of her head, right?!
When will days like this end!
Ye Zhaoling could only scream quietly in his heart, no one would hear him anyway!
Rensuke Shirakawa led her to the dining table and whispered: "You are quite hostile to him? Can I ask why?"
"Hostile?" Ye Zhaoling smiled, "You have the same opinion as Xie Dongdong, but you have never seen me really hostile to others, right?" She disliked the guy, but
Never show mercy.
"..." Rensuke Shirakawa looked at the smile on her face and leaned slightly, "Can I ask you something?"
"In what capacity?" Ye Zhaoling smiled very officially, "As the only friend I can trust at the moment?"
Shirakawa Rensuke intuitively should follow her wishes at this moment, instead of just talking nonsense based on his own preferences: "Whatever you say is what it is."
She curled her lips and said, "Oh, just ask."
"What did you experience at Plantagenet Manor?" Rensuke Shirakawa looked into her dark eyes, "You seem a little different..."
If an explanation is needed, Rensuke Shirakawa is completely unable to find the real answer.
In this world, not all unknowns can find rules or answers. Maybe there has never been such a thing; even the answers are just a seven-ring cup imagined by human beings for self-consolation (1).
The best case scenario may be that she was affected by something...
"What do you mean?" Ye Zhaoling was completely unable to understand what difference he was referring to by "different".
Rensuke Shirakawa really wanted to say - you look completely different from yourself during the day, don't you feel it? But, I'm not 100% sure, it might be my illusion...
Could he say that? His instinct told him that saying so was simply consuming her patience and trust.
Rensuke Shirakawa knew that he had started talking, so he had to follow it, but he couldn't say it clearly, so he could only speculate on her acceptance and said vaguely: "I can't express it clearly either. A kind of
It’s not very effective intuition.”
"Intuition?" Ye Zhaoling blinked suspiciously, "I quite trust my own intuition. If you have any strange intuition and you can't figure it out, why not just tell me and I should be able to help you figure it out.
"
"Miss Ye, I don't have any big problems for you to worry about. I just hope that when we gather at the church tonight, we can both return to Sun Town intact. Everything else is not a big problem."
"Well..." Ye Zhaoling seemed to be awakened all of a sudden, "In the end, it was all for this corpse. According to you, the corpse was drained of blood and died in a miserable state. It must have been a homicide."
"In this entire Golden Sun Reserve, aren't all the people who are capable of killing people sitting in the church? No more, no less, exactly twelve of them."
Rensuke Shirakawa came closer and whispered: "Ms. Ye seems to be very sure that the six nobles and six villagers must have no motive for killing?"
"I want to ask you, do you care?" Ye Zhaoling asked.
Rensuke Shirakawa said frankly: "Well, I have someone I care about." She is right in front of me now.
"Do you know what I care about?" Ye Zhaoling asked again.
"……have no idea."
"It's normal." Ye Zhaoling laughed, "Because even I don't know what I care about. But I still have a question to ask you -"
"What do nobles care about?"
"Golden Sun Sanctuary."
"The same question, what do the villagers care about?"
"Nobles and the rules set by nobles."
"Yes, the nobles only care about the Golden Sun Reserve. What does it have to do with them whether a slave is alive or dead?" Ye Zhaoling sighed, "The villagers only care about the nobles and the Thirteen Commandments. They themselves
What should they be happy about if their slave died? What's more, if the slave died, the benefits that the living slave could bring to the villagers also disappeared with his death. How could that villager sincerely say
Are you happy?"
"Did you see it? The body was hanging on the cross. Did no one take the initiative to check the body? On the one hand, the nobles didn't care about it, so the villagers didn't go out of their way to take care of it. Even we couldn't show it.
My son has a strong thirst for knowledge. Therefore, this is the current situation. No one cares whether there are still clues left by the murderer on this body."
"No one cares about him." Ye Zhaoling shrugged, "Only the lowest of us are worried about him, and what we are worried about is not the fear caused by the corpse itself..."
Rensuke Shirakawa stared at her and asked aloud: "What is that?"
"I'm afraid," Ye Zhaoling said firmly, "I'm afraid that after eating this big meal, I will become a murderer inexplicably. The murderer will definitely suffer the most cruel punishment. No one wants to become a murderer."
Everyone present is suspected of being the murderer. However, the murderer is not a fool and will not sit still and wait for death. He will definitely search desperately for a substitute.
"This corpse can't actually be considered useless. At least, in the eyes of the nobles and villagers, it is not just a corpse, but a banner in which the Thirteen Commandments were broken by another person."
"Its death is not important. What is important is who wielded the remains of the Thirteen Commandments and severely provoked the nobles."
"Who is the murderer?"
(1): King Jamshyd of ancient Persia had a seven-ring cup to symbolize the seven heavens, seven stars, and seven seas. The cup was always filled with elixir. There are also rumors that whoever holds this cup can know the past and present of the three lives.
