Xiaolan pointed to the half-open wooden door, and the two quickly got back into Xiaolan's room. To be precise, it was the third girl's room.
"We seem to be who we really are only in each other's eyes," Jasmine quickly said what she had learned. "Master Fengmu and Master Qiuyuan had basically no social relationship before. I thought... Oh, there is nothing to think about."
Yes, I never thought about this before."
"You are the second girl this time." Xiaolan hinted.
"I also think this name..." Jasmine frowned, "I think I've heard of it before, or do people in Huo Huo Village call their daughters this?"
Xiaolan led Jasmine to the window and pointed out the old tree to her, "This tree, in the last world, we saw the second girl carving words on it."
"What you mean is..." That delicate, shy and playful figure appeared in Jasmine's mind, "I am the second girl who carved a prayer for the origin on the tree this time."
Xiaolan nodded and pointed her finger at herself again, "And I am your sister."
Jasmine frowned and sat down on the third girl's bed.
"Then when we investigate... wouldn't it be so convenient?"
"But maybe we can see some things from other angles this time," Xiaolan's sly eyes wandered under the moonlight, "Although my identity was respected last time, I always felt that there seemed to be a conflict between the villagers and the mage.
Some distance."
Jasmine realized it and nodded, "Indeed, they are wary of us... the same us last time."
As she spoke, Jasmine focused her eyes on the writing table made of bamboo by the door.
There is a small dark green stool with a slightly lighter velvet cover. There are pens and papers scattered on the table, and there is also a... photo frame.
Jasmine walked over and held it up to her eyes.
"Is this us?"
Hearing this, Xiaolan jumped out of bed and came over.
The photo showed two little girls with awkward faces and two braids. At first glance, they looked somewhat similar.
The photo was in black and white. Xiaolan felt that the photo should not be accessible to this backward village, but thinking of the pampered second girl with clear eyes in her memory, it seemed that this was a wealthy family.
Jasmine pointed at the younger girl in the photo and burst into laughter, "That's all you have, hahahahaha..."
Indeed, this child looks to be only four or five years old, and the second girl is about the same age as in the photo, so Xiaolan's identity this time is no more than five years old.
Xiaolan raised her chin and thought distressedly, she must pay attention to her identity this time and don't let the villagers notice her weirdness.
I glanced at the woodpecker clock hanging on the wall. It was a quarter past three in the morning, and the sky was already white. According to the hard-working habits of the villagers, it was difficult to go out to investigate at this time without being discovered. The two of them took it together and decided to go first.
rest.
The two little girls had forgotten what a soft bed felt like after spending a few nights sleeping outdoors in the royal city. The two of them shrank down on the small bed, which was not very spacious, and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.
In the early morning, what woke them up was not the sense of responsibility for solving the case, but the sudden breaking sound outside the door.
Xiaolan was startled and suddenly woke up from her sweet dream. She saw that she was holding one of Jasmine's arms, and her saliva had wet half of her sleeve. Xiaolan was so frightened that she quickly picked up the arm and put it under Jasmine's mouth.
Otherwise, he would have to be beaten to death.
"What's the sound?" After doing all this, Xiaolan sat up and sounded alert.
Jasmine woke up in a daze, stretched out her hand to rub her eyes twice, looked at her sleeves with a look of disgust, and then sighed, "I slept so soundly...I'm drooling..."
Xiaolan immediately interrupted the topic, "Something is broken outside."
"Ah, I heard it too." Jasmine sat up quickly.
Xiaolan's back felt cold.
Has it been discovered?
"I heard the sound of something breaking in my dream," Jasmine continued, "it turned out to be real."
Xiaolan was obviously relieved, "Well, it's dawn, let's go out and take a look."
"Okay." Jasmine agreed.
The two began to change their clothes and prepared to go out to find out.
Before leaving the house, Jasmine seemed to think of something and asked, "Why did you suddenly look relieved just now?"
"Ah? Oh, it's nothing."
Xiao Lan perfunctorily put her left hand on the latch inside the door, and with a slight stroke, the wooden door opened a small crack.
"Be gentle." Jasmine mouthed to Xiaolan, and Xiaolan understood.
Before the door crack opened wide, some faint chatter came from the room at the end of the corridor. The two stopped what they were doing and pricked up their ears to listen.
"You are too careless..." The man's low voice, although complaining, was very gentle, "The children haven't woken up yet, don't wake them up..."
"I know, I know." Judging from the voice, the person speaking seemed to be the woman he saw in the middle of the night, perhaps their mother, "I just... what's going on? Is it true?"
"Who knows, well -" The man must have sat on the chair, "I see Master Fengmu and... and that person have all gone. Something big must have happened. They all said that the village chief is... true this time.
Gone."
The time point has not changed.
Xiaolan looked at Jasmine, their eyes were firm.
The time of landing this time was still the morning of the day the village chief was killed.
Just listen to what the man wants...is it really gone? Will it still be fake?
"But... didn't Master Fengmu come when the village chief rolled down the cliff before?" The woman's voice trembled, "This time... it's really... Didn't Master say that the village chief is rich and powerful...
"
Fall off a cliff?
Another clue that I didn't know before.
Sure enough, in front of the master, the villagers would avoid mentioning the disasters that the village chief had experienced before, so as not to remind the master of his miscalculation of fate.
So the two of them found out that the village chief had experienced several threats to his life before he was killed.
No wonder Madam and Lao Liu were so convinced that the village chief had been murdered.
"Shhh-don't mention it!" The man suddenly panicked, and stood up with the sound of a stool, "I've told you several times not to mention it..."
"Oh, I forgot, bah bah bah!"
"Okay, hurry up and cook. The children will wake up soon... Hey, be careful, there's still a piece of broken porcelain... Tsk, you're so messy."
The man regained his composure, opened the door, and white socks appeared first beside the open door.
When Xiaolan saw the white sock, she quickly retracted her head. When she heard the man take a few steps forward and turn away, she exhaled.
Jasmine turned back to look at the clock and said softly, "It's half past nine, I think it's time for us to wake up."
Xiaolan agreed, and the two rearranged their appearance, opened the door and walked out calmly.
When she walked into the kitchen, the woman was squatting on the ground, looking at the broken pieces of white porcelain in trance.