There was a flat ground under her feet, and there was no surprise to see.

This is the ground you step on as soon as you enter the door, but it is also a blind spot that is easy to ignore when searching.

Nan Ge thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his foot and stomped hard.

The sound coming back from the ground is a bit solid, and it doesn't seem like there is room for hiding anything.

The three members of the Bai team were the only small team that had not gathered in front of the oil painting. At this moment, Bai Lu sat on the bed side, and two team members stood beside the bed, one on the left and one on the right to help the team leader lift the curtain of the bed, accompanied the team leader to look at the Nan Song.

Jiang Cheng: "What are she looking for?"

Bailuxi: "Secret Road."

Xu Dingdong: "Team leader..."

Jiang Cheng: "Can you let go of this obsession? If you don't say anything else, just listen to her stomping her feet, it doesn't seem like there is..."

"Bang--"

Nange tried his best to stamp his second foot again.

The sound that came this time was really empty.

Nange was overjoyed.

The friends also heard the trick, and how could she do anything to work hard anymore. They immediately surrounded her and launched an inhumane siege on this small piece of ground.

Finally, the ground shattered, revealing a large hole more than one person wide.

The cave is deep and bottomless, and I don’t know where it leads, only the cold wind blows up continuously.

Secret passage.

Standard secret passage.

Jiang Cheng, Xu Dingdong: "Team leader, we were wrong."

Bai Luxi: "Have you ever been right?"

Jiang Cheng, Xu Dingdong: "..."

The author has something to say: Zheng Luozhu: The paintings my boss saw, the points my sister found, proud!

Huo Xu: What have you contributed?

Zheng Luozhu: Let them be comfortable and happy all the time to maintain the best combat state.

Huo Xu:...

Chapter 205 Diary┃In the huge drawer, the leather note with a dark cover lies in the center of the drawer.

Fifteen minutes ago, on the fifth floor of the castle, the room where the man in the bathrobe first took a bath.

Cong Yue followed Tang Lin into the house in a daze, and after carefully closing the door, he finally had the chance to ask: "Captain, why do we want to go back here?"

Tang Lin walked straight to the bathroom without looking at other places: "I want to confirm something."

Cong Yue hurriedly followed: "Well, you said before that the man in the bathrobe didn't let Qi Hua go on purpose, but because of some 'force majeure', what exactly did he mean?"

Tang Lin stepped into the bathroom: "This is what I want to confirm."

Cong Yue was stunned for a moment and immediately shut up to avoid disturbing his captain's thoughts.

Although he is still confused.

Tang Lin rescued him from the man in the bathrobe, on the seventh floor. They were all the way around and around for a long time before slowly going back to the fifth floor. Of course, such caution was rewarding - not only did they perfectly avoid the murderer and the man in the bathrobe, but they even avoided the passers-by, but they did not meet a single figure along the way.

But his team leader insisted on going back to where the story began. What exactly did he want to confirm?

Cong Yue looked up and found that Tang Lin did not search around the bathroom and rummaged through the cabinets as he imagined, but stood in front of an empty clothes hanger hanging on the wall and stopped moving.

"This position should be a bathrobe hanging before..." The more fat pants were very hard to use their brains. "Later, the man in the bathrobe took it over and wore it, so there was only the clothes hanger left?"

Tang Lin: "The reasoning is correct."

The fatter you are about to be happy...

Tang Lin: "But the direction is wrong."

Cong Yue: "..."

Tang Lin smiled, no longer bullying his partner, and lowered his head and said, "What you are looking at is not the clothes hanger, it is this."

Cong Yue's gaze followed, and then he realized that there was a beautiful shallow-mouthed bamboo basket under the hanger, which was woven extremely exquisitely. The inside of the basket was lined with a simple cotton and linen cloth to prevent the items placed inside from being hooked by the edges of the bamboo strips, although the bamboo strips had been polished to be extremely smooth.

If it was just a basket, it would be difficult for Cong Yue to guess what it was for, but now, with a neatly stacked bathrobe inside, he immediately understood: "Dirty laundry basket?"

But after blurting out, he immediately denied himself: "It seems wrong..."

The clothes in the dirty laundry basket are thrown away casually, waiting to be washed, who would fold the dirty clothes into it?

So...isn't this a dirty laundry basket, but a storage basket?

"It's just that I put dirty clothes on," Tang Lin smiled faintly, "but some people have special habits and have to fold them like this to feel comfortable."

"This is too professional." Yue Pangpang looked at the beautifully folded bathrobes in the bamboo basket, and then thought about the washed clothes in his wardrobe. He found that his clean clothes were not as good as other people's dirty clothes, and he was immediately ashamed.

There is no doubt that the clothes in the basket are from men's bathrobe.

First, when the man in the bathrobe appeared in front of them again, he had already changed into a formal outfit, and the bathrobe he had worn before naturally took off.

Second, the edge of the bathrobe was black, because the man in the bathrobe was fighting with the passers-by who rushed up outside the castle, and the hem rubbed against the ground.

The matter seemed clear, but the more puffed it really couldn't figure it out: "It's fine if he came back and changed his clothes, but he even folded the dirty clothes on purpose? This is not called 'special habits', it's called being sick."

"Maybe they're sick." After confirming the bathrobe, Tang Lin left the bathroom and returned to the room.

The fatter you are, follow and follow, and become more confused.

In the room, the window they had jumped at first was closed, tightly closed, and even the wind could not penetrate.

But there are many scratches on the glass of the window.

Yue Pangpang remembered that after returning to the lower floor of the castle from [Shengmen], Donut once mentioned that they suspected that [Shengmen] was the window where they jumped to the castle, so when they returned to this room, they must have been the masterpieces of Donuts when they smashed the window.

Tang Lin did not look at the window, but walked to the desk, leaned over slightly, and carefully looked at the desktop.

There should have been a diary, a bottle of ink, a quill pen, and a small vase on the desktop.

The diary is gone now.

Other objects generally maintain their position when they first entered the room - the ink bottle and quill were on the upper right, and a small vase with a rose inserted into the upper left.

But the ink bottle was originally unscrewed, the quill was inserted inside, and the bottle cap was placed next to it. Now the bottle cap was screwed, and the quill was taken out and wiped clean, and placed in a regular manner next to the ink bottle.

The vases and roses are still the same. The semi-wilted roses have wilted petals and their heads drooping. The leaves retained on the stems are also dehydrated and yellowed. Some leaves have fallen off and fall on the table.

There were three dried flowers and leaves that fell down. Tang Lin remembered that they were naturally scattered around the vase at that time.

However, now, the small leaves are arranged neatly together, and they are still arranged in order according to the size of the leaves.

The more pangpang, the more he imitated Tang Lin, leaned over and stared at the table.

He had no idea whether the ink bottle had been unscrewed or covered, and he was completely blank when the roses fell.

But even if he didn't remember the ones in front, it wouldn't prevent him from showing an expression that was hard to describe at the shape of these three leaves: "Is this something that someone deliberately put on?"

Tang Lin nodded.

Yue Pangpang: "Are you going to pass us any password information?"

Tang Lin was stunned, and there was a rare surprise in his eyes: "I really didn't expect this level."

The fat pants were stunned: "What else can it be if it is not a password?"

Tang Lin: "Maybe he just simply couldn't stand it and insisted on putting it neatly."

The fat pants: "It's so perverted..."

Slow down.

Yuepang looked up and thought about the bathrobe in the bathroom that was folded like new clothes, then looked down at the withered yellow rose leaves that looked like military training... These two subtle and perverted sensation that were vaguely similar!

"It was all done by that bathrobe guy?" Yuepang finally got to know him.

Tang Lin nodded seriously and no longer kept him in a silence: "Clean obsessive-compulsive disorder, this is his 'force majeure'."

Cong Yue suddenly realized.

Looking back at the various scenes related to the bathrobe man before, all the overlooked unnatural aspects are explained.

Why did Qi Hua crawl away while rubbing the man's legs with the bathrobe? Instead of kicking someone, he held his legs? Because he would get dirty, the instinct of "cleanness" responded first before the subjective intention of "killing".

Why did Tang Lin pull the curtain to save him before he could cover the curtain to the man in the bathrobe? The man in the bathrobe stiffened his body first, giving him a chance to escape? Because the curtain brought dust, this pair of men in the bathrobe who even had to take the dust off even when Tang Lin hit him was hit by him was tantamount to a heavy blow.

Qi Hua's "climbing" and Tang Lin's "trap tent" are not within the expectations of the man in the bathrobe.

The main manifestation of obsessive-compulsive disorder is that everything must be done according to your own planning and standards. Once an accident occurs, it will be difficult to debug.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder cleanliness...

The more ponytail took a deep breath, and it felt like the long road ahead had finally seen the light!

Cong Yue: "Can we use these weaknesses to hit him?"
To be continued...