Building the world?

Ning Shu silently remembered it in his heart, what is this?

795 A high-level missioner actually has such an attitude towards a super missioner.

When they returned to the house, there were thick snow on several people. Ning Shu helped Mei Ziqing dust the snowflakes on her collar.

"The person has not been recovered?" The uncle said in a light tone, not caring about a life at all.

795 shrugged his shoulders, "I'm gone."

"Teacher, let's go and look for it. Lin Xia will definitely get into trouble." Fan Junyang said anxiously.

"She and Pan Chen are the best members of the Chinese Painting Club and will participate in the national competition this year." Fan Junyang's face turned pale.

Several people died, and two top Chinese painting students also had problems.

The uncle said indifferently: "Then you go out and look for me, and I won't guarantee whether I can come back."

"Stay in the house if you have nothing to do, don't go anywhere." The uncle held a sharp scalpel in his hand.

Fan Junyang looked outside the house and saw that the sky was dim and there were thick lead clouds. Even if he didn't know how to look at the weather, he knew that the snow would get heavier and heavier.

"Teacher, we'll stay with you." Fan Junyang said.

Everyone stayed in the main hall, making the main hall very crowded.

Some girls sobbed in a low voice, close together.

"Teacher, do you have any clues?" Ning Shu asked the uncle.

The uncle stared at the old woman who came in with the brazier. Behind the old woman was Xiaolan pulling the corner of her clothes.

Does the uncle suspect the old woman and Xiaolan?

"Take it out, so many people in the house are dirty enough. Don't bring the brazier in," said the uncle.

Ning Shu:...

When I went, I thought the uncle suspected that the grandparents and grandchildren were the murderers.

"The wind is blowing in the main room, and there is a brazier to warm up." The old woman put down the brazier, and the charcoal was crackling.

Ning Shu moved his nose and smelled a scent, very clear, the clear fragrance of the trees, and couldn't help asking, "What is this, so fragrant?"

"This is a fragrant branch, the wood has a fragrance." Xiaolan said to Ning Shu, but she did not look at Ning Shu, her eyes were straight and there was no focus.

Ning Shu smelled it carefully, and there seemed to be no strange smell.

The old woman sighed, "I originally wanted to drive you away, but now it's going to snow."

"Thank you, old man." Fan Junyang said immediately.

Lunch still consists of black noodles, steamed buns, porridge and pickles.

The lead clouds in the sky became darker and darker, and the sky suddenly became much darker because they were all gathered in the main hall, and it was very peaceful all afternoon and nothing happened.

The cold wind blew, and after dinner, everyone in the main room was trembling with coldness.

Fan Junyang said to the uncle: "Teacher, it's too cold, we will definitely not be alone when we go to the kang."

The uncle nodded lightly.

Several missionists stayed and sat around the table.

795 said: "I will talk about my point of view first, there is more than one murderer."

Lu Shanshan sneered: "Where is the evidence?"

"Almost everyone has absent proof, it must be a collusion."

Lu Shanshan whispered: "I think there is a problem with this grandparents and grandchildren. Some of the members must have something to do with this grandparents and grandchildren."

"Every time the old woman gave Fan Junyang the porridge, she was more than the others." Lu Shanshan said, "It was the first one for Fan Junyang to give Fan Junyang."

"It's not a relative or a good person, why are you so special to Fan Junyang?"

Ning Shu raised his eyebrows, and he was worthy of being a super missioner. No matter how despised 795 despises him, he still has two tricks.

Ning Shu remembered everything she said.

The uncle nodded, "What else?"

Zhang Jiasen said: "This pair of grandparents and grandchildren are not as poor as those of them."

"This table is from pineapple blossoms." Zhang Jiasen tapped the table with his fingers.

Ning Shu looked at the table and saw that it was made of several wooden boards, which were a bit greasy, which made the texture look quite clear and beautiful.

Ning Shu raised a question, "What if they don't know the value of pineapple blossom trees?"

The country people don’t understand, so they use antique bowls to feed dogs.

Zhang Jiasen glanced at Ning Shu, "Pineapple blossom trees were produced in the South China Sea. They are hotter and there are not many. Pineapple blossom trees are mainly imported. This is not the origin of pineapple blossom trees. It is impossible to cut trees on the mountain and cut them into pineapple blossom trees."

Ning Shu:(⊙0⊙)

Damn, I feel like I am mentally retarded.

Ning Shu recorded it in the notebook. In this way, this is a problem for the grandparents and grandchildren.

If you really want to harm the Chinese painting club, you must have a reason. Love, hate, love, hate, and hatred cannot kill people for no reason.

The uncle stood up and said to Ning Shu and Mei Ziqing: "You can watch tonight."

As soon as the uncle left, Lu Shanshan also left, and the others yawned.

Ning Shu and Mei Ziqing were left in the main hall.

"696, have you discovered anything?" Ning Shu asked.

"A girl is pregnant." Mei Ziqing said in a low voice.

Ning Shu:!!!

"How did you know?" Ning Shu asked curiously.

"There is an extra soul in her body, which is very weak." Mei Ziqing said, "I am very sensitive to things like souls."

If the student is still pregnant, who is the child’s father? Is he also from the Chinese Painting Club?

There are a lot of conflicts in this team.

Ning Shu and Mei Ziqing sat together, and the cold wind was howling outside the house, making the whole world quieter and there was no popularity at all.

Ning Shu reached out and baked it on the brazier, then prepared to practice peerless martial arts. When she woke up in the morning, what happened was dazzling.

"Someone." Mei Ziqing quickly opened the door, and Ning Shu also saw a shadow flashing by the window entrance.

Mei Ziqing chased after her in the backyard. Ning Shu picked up the flashlight and hurriedly chased Mei Ziqing, and saw Mei Ziqing standing under a tree.

Ning Shu walked over and said to Mei Ziqing: "What are you finding?"

Mei Ziqing didn't say anything, Ning Shu reached out and touched Mei Ziqing. Mei Ziqing's body fell down and blood splashed out from her neck.

Ning Shu was shocked and moved forward, but something was scratching his neck. Ning Shu reached out and touched it, and the neck was wet.

Ning Shu shone it with a flashlight and found that she touched a thread that looked like the thickness of a hair. If she didn't pay attention to it, she wouldn't notice it at all.

Mei Ziqing was chasing her in a hurry, and her neck hit the silk thread, which fell into her neck.

The silk thread was extremely tough. Ning Shu couldn't break it with her hand pull, but instead cut the silk thread into her palm. It was not only a sharp blade that could kill people.

A familiar person suddenly died in front of him. He was chatting and laughing the whole time before, but now he has no chance of life. He suddenly understood the fear of the members.

Mei Ziqing fell in a pool of blood, Ning Shu's hands and feet were buzzing, and his brain was buzzing.

I don’t know if she will be erased, she should have the means to evade and erase it.

"Crack..." Ning Shu raised her head and saw a black shadow rushing towards him...
Chapter completed!