Absurd Deduction Game Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Ending Boss Hua

The rain has become lighter, but it is still enough to affect people's desire to travel.

“Oh, **** the rain.”

Two young girls in autumn clothes walked together through the streets of the old city. The heavy makeup on their faces was paired with slightly exaggerated earrings and clavicle chains. Although they were novel and fashionable, they could not bring out the look they wanted. kind of temperament.

“Yeah, Bad is out of business, so my trip was in vain!”

One of them was obviously in a worse mood. She shook the glittering rhinestone pendant on her earlobe, and stepped on the high heels of her boots in the standing water. She looked disappointed: "The new resident singer who came recently is so handsome. , it's my dish, and I couldn't see it today.”

"Forget it, let's go tomorrow. The weather forecast on the phone says the sun will rise tomorrow." Although the other girl seemed a little unwilling, she still comforted her companion.

　　　“Hey, I haven't gone home so early since I entered high school!”

“Your mother really doesn't care about you?”

“She is too busy playing mahjong to take care of me.”

The two held an umbrella, chatting and walking, highlighting the unique arrogance of youth.

Suddenly, one of the girls stopped and pointed forward with some confusion: "What is that? A flower shop?"

In a row of stores with lights off, the only one with lights on stood out.

"Ah? Where is the flower shop on this street?" Hearing this, the companion followed her fingers and squinted his eyes, unable to see clearly due to the obstruction of the water drops on the false eyelashes.

She stretched out her hand to drop the water droplets and took a closer look. The whole street was adhering to the traditional arts of the old city. From one to ten o'clock, everything was turned off and it was pitch black. The only light left came from the old street lamps that occasionally flickered. .

“Where is it? Are you dazzled?”

The girl was questioned, rubbed her eyes, and looked again. Sure enough, she didn't see any shop with lights on: "Uh... maybe, let's go."

As she said this, the girl still murmured in her heart. After all, the flower shop she saw just now was extremely real. She even remembered that there was a bouquet of white flowers placed at the door of the shop.

Of course she couldn't identify what kind of flower it was. It was already difficult for her to see the color clearly through the heavy rain.

Did you see a ghost?

The girl drank some wine before, and the alcohol played a role in her brain, so that she did not have any fear, but she forgot about it after a while.

The streets and alleys returned to silence. After a while, a petite figure came from the end of the alley.

Han Xinyi was just soaked in the rain, bowing slightly to protect the mobile phone in her hand, while walking aimlessly.

I don't know why the police didn't include this street in the search scope. This was abnormal, but Han Xinyi didn't care anymore. She just wanted a quiet environment.

She had Han Yan's number on her mobile phone. After Han Yan left, she tried calling him once on the night he left, once a month later, and once six months later, but no one answered.

Since then, Han Xinyi has never glanced at this number in all these years.

Today was an exception. She dialed again.

wait.

No one.

“The user you dialed is currently unavailable, please call again later…”

A nice and robotic female voice came to her ears. Han Xinyi looked indifferently, having already expected this result.

She was not sad at all, just a little bit regretful.

Changing the phone book into an information box, Han Xinyi typed a few words into the series of numbers.

When she was about to send it, she paused again and closed the interface.

"Forget it, I don't want to give you any chance to prepare... The surprised expression on your face when you were killed without any precautions should be much better than the calm expression on knowing that I am dead." Han Xinyi curled her lips, looking forward to Yu Xing That promise would send Han Yan to **** to accompany her.

“You don't have control over me anymore, do you? I must be starting to exceed your expectations.”

"When I die, I will send you a message, scold you or curse you, so that you can be prepared for the future. You know that I love you, and you know how to control all my psychology. You must know that I I will do this." Han Xinyi's eyes were slightly bright, and her words were incoherent, sick and yearning, but also full of excitement.

"But I met someone who is similar to you but completely different. I am different. I want you to miscalculate, and I want you to never get the slightest feedback from me again!"

With a "bang", Han Xinyi threw her phone to the ground and stepped on it hard. Her eyes showed regret for the life that was about to end and a kind of joy that had been suppressed for many years.

Facing Han Yan, a small and effective resistance was enough to make her happy.

After venting her anger, Han Xinyi felt tired.

Mental and physical, everything is swept away.

She raised her head and saw a flower shop with lights on.

Go and take shelter from the rain.

She also started taking shelter from the rain, and was completely involved in the plot against the Cutthroat Killer by Yu Xing. At this time, she had quite complicated emotions about sheltering from the rain.

It is both the beginning and the end.

Approaching the flower shop, Han Xinyi first saw the warm lights in the shop through the glass door, then lowered her head and found an unobstructed bouquet of tuberose at the door of the shop.

The white clusters of leaves are connected together, and the flowers are in full bloom. They are noble and soft, and they look shivering in the wind and rain. I feel pity for them.

She just stood there staring at the flowers for more than ten seconds. It wasn't until the glass door made a slight sound and the heater came out from the crack of the opened door that Han Xinyi came back to her senses slightly.

　　A smiling voice appeared in front of her: "What is little sister doing standing alone in the rain? Lost in love?"

Slightly teasing, it will not cause her discomfort, but will give her a sense of relaxation and intimacy.

Han Xinyi's eyes moved, first she saw a pair of dark jeans, then a light brown turtleneck sweater, and then, a bright face and medium-length black hair tied behind her head and draped over one shoulder came into view. eye.

This is a man whose age is hard to tell. He could be 20 years old or 30 years old. He should be cold and good-looking, but he has a gentle and soft smile and exudes a strange aura. temperament.

Han Xinyi looked at the soft-boned man leaning against the store door and thought for a moment that he was an "artist" or "designer."

In her inherent impression, it seems that among these two professions, there are more men with long hair.

However, the next moment, she realized that this person was not an artist or a designer, but a flower shop owner.

Because the man looked at her and said nothing, he turned sideways, revealing his true nature as a businessman: "Would you like to come in and sit down? Or you can buy a bouquet of flowers and I'll give you an umbrella as a gift. How about that?"

"…good."

Han Xinyi responded and walked in.

The glass door was closed, and the warm temperature suddenly enveloped her. She looked around and found that although the flower shop was small, the flowers were grown very well, and no matter what kind, they were all exquisite. "Your clothes are all wet. It's a pity that you are a girl. I don't have anything you can change here." The flower shop owner was enthusiastic and took her to the working vertical air conditioner. "Blow it for a while. It should be a lot warmer.”

“Thank you.” At this moment, Han Xinyi just wanted to let herself go and welcome death.

She wanted to die happily. It was better to die sitting in a warm place than to die outside with her body covered in dirty water.

So, Han Xinyi was in a pretty good mood now. She looked at the flower shop owner sitting on a flower stand, still smiling at her, as if he was determined to sell a bouquet of flowers, and she couldn't help but start a topic: "Can I see your flowers?"

"Of course, the customer is God, you can look at it as you like." The flower shop owner spread his hands lightly, as if to say, everything here is for you to choose.

The flower shop has a full range of flowers, including common carnations, baby's breath, red roses, and less common yellow roses, white roses, blue iris, etc.

Han Xinyi took a walk around and saw the only black rose in the whole store on the flower stand where the boss was sitting.

Perhaps due to their scarcity, this aroused Han Xinyi's interest. She wanted to touch it, but was gently blocked by the flower shop owner.

He smiled and said, “This one won't work.”

Han Xinyi was startled: "Is there anything special about it?"

The flower shop owner reached out and plucked the petals of the black rose, and said softly: "You are a devil, and you belong to me."

Han Xinyi didn't hear clearly.

However, the boss didn't intend to say it again. He smiled even more: "This flower was ordered by someone else, so customers can't touch it. Do you want to drink some hot water? I have a kettle here, and there should be some hot water left. "

“Okay, thank you.” Han Xinyi lost interest in the black rose.

After a while, Han Xinyi sat on the empty flower stand holding hot water and asked gratefully: "Boss, what's your last name?"

The boss seemed not surprised that she would ask this question: "My surname is Hua."

"real?"

"Yeah, you think the person named Hua is the owner of a flower shop. Is it a coincidence?" Seeing Han Xinyi nod, the flower owner explained, "Unfortunately, it's just because my last name is Hua that I opened the flower shop."

Han Xinyi was suddenly enlightened. She found that the flower boss was really very approachable. Sitting with him, she would relax unconsciously. She remembered what she had just seen outside the store: "Boss, what happened to the bunch of tuberoses at your door?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Boss Hua repeated with interest.

“That's it...why leave it alone outside?”

Boss Hua said "Oh": "Because it is dying and can't be fed anymore."

The words "dying soon" touched Han Xinyi's nerves. She was stunned: "I think it looks pretty good, so why is it dying?"

"Because it tried to steal the water from the black rose before, but unfortunately it failed. It is destined to die tonight because it is closely related to the heavy rain." Boss Hua turned to look outside the glass door. This reason sounded a bit weird, which made Han Xinyi uncomfortable. He frowned consciously.

The boss suddenly smiled and asked: "Do you know the flower language of tuberose?"

"have no idea."

“Happiness on the edge of danger.” Boss Hua looked at the heavy rain outside the door and laughed.

Han Xinyi didn't know what was so funny about this. She suddenly felt uncomfortable, perhaps because the way Boss Hua described this bouquet of tuberoses was very similar to her own.

After being deprived of her identity as a deducer, Han Xinyi's mind has always been dull and she can only think when it comes to Han Yan.

But now, she still noticed something was wrong.

Boss Hua turned his head back. His smile looked as warm as the sweater he was wearing. He also held a cup of hot water in his hand, which was still steaming upward. He asked: "Are you happy?"

“Do you feel joy in the danger of your own creation?”

Han Xinyi stood up in a hurry. Even though she was talking about it, she couldn't tell that the tuberose mentioned by Boss Hua was referring to her. Then she froze, realizing that she had nothing left to resist.

So she sat back and asked, "Who are you? What do you want to do?" Could it be someone sent by Han Yan?

"Don't be nervous, I'm just a kind-hearted flower shop owner who wants to provide you with hot water, heating, and a shelter from the rain." The flower owner showed an apologetic expression, vivid and natural, as if he was really trying to scare Han Xinyi And feel guilty.

The other gentleman's behavior made Han Xinyi purse her lips, waiting for his next words.

Sure enough, the flower boss didn't let the silence have room to brew. He took a sip of hot water and squinted his eyes as if he was enjoying it: "It's so warm~ Little sister, I just said, if you buy a bouquet of flowers, I will I'll give you an umbrella.”

Han Xinyi: "Yeah."

“But I suddenly realized that you don't have an umbrella, so you won't buy my flowers.”

Han Xinyi: “…”

“Then I would like something else in exchange for providing you with hot water. Do you think that's okay?”

Han Xinyi: "It doesn't matter, anyway, I am destined to die tonight, and it is closely related to the heavy rain."

"That would be great~" Boss Hua smiled and rolled his eyes, "I just want some memory."

“Memory?” Han Xinyi frowned.

Boss Hua said: "Don't worry, I don't want your privacy. I just want to see what my demon has grown into now."

Han Xinyi looked at the black rose, then at the tuberose, and finally said "Ah": "You know Yu Xing."

The next day, the report broke as expected by Yu Xing.

Some media indeed possess this magical skill. Their ability to catch wind and shadows is as good as that of an eagle, and their sense of smell for gossip and headlines is better than that of a dog. The sky has just broken, almost stepping on the spot where the first batch of office workers opened their eyes. A few news articles The report spread online.

Among them, those who focused on keywords such as "the throat-slitting case was solved and the murderer was arrested" were probably the cooperative media contacted by the police, while other magazines that were inspired by the news found other ways to try to attract people's attention in other ways.

ˆ “Girl Killer”, “Death Confession” and other words made Yu Xing, who had woken up early in the morning and was still angry, sober up a little. He squinted and looked in, and saw that most of the reports read -

[At two o'clock in the morning, the murderer of the throat-slitting case was found dead in an empty storefront that was being rented by a family on King Street. It is reported that the murderer's death was caused by a heart attack. What is puzzling is that at the time of death, the murderer was holding A bouquet of fresh tuberose, I don't know what its meaning is. 】

There was no flower shop on Golden Street itself, so the police checked all the flower shops in nearby streets and determined that the tuberose did not come from these shops. So where did the murderer in the throat-cutting case get the bouquet of flowers? This is currently an unsolved mystery! The editor will continue to follow up for everyone. 】

"Tuberose... happiness on the edge of danger?" Yu Xing was leaning on the bed with half of his body under the quilt, but now he suddenly felt no longer sleepy.

I took a look at it. First of all, I originally thought it was more than a thousand words, but it turned out to be more than four thousand (﹃) Secondly, Boss Hua and the actor are two people, not the same person. It appeared in Chapter 33 of the Huabo Boss Horror Bar volume, and then Chapter 8 of the second volume and Chapter 28 of the Reasoning Prologue volume were all mentioned in Yu Xing's mouth.

(End of this chapter)

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