People are dead, and it seems that they are dead at least one day.

In other words, it is likely that someone came to kill the wine maker after they left yesterday.

The two men searched carefully for clues in the yard.

But it is strange that the large deposit they brought yesterday is still on the table and has not been stolen.

Now it seems that the other party may not be a simple burglary.

Lin Mengya frowned and said, "but as an old man living alone, who will he complain to?"

"Maybe it's his competitor?" Qinghu is just a guess.

However, she thought about it and shook her head: "the winery owner we met before also has a certain competitive relationship with this old man, but he took the initiative to recommend him to us. It can be seen that he has a good popularity."

It's neither robbery nor vendetta. What would it be?

They were puzzled.

She took another look at the old man's body.

She found that the old man's cheeks seemed to have been beaten before he died.

And the sword looked more like it was unexpected.

In other words, the murderer is the old man, and I can't think of the identity that he will shoot at me.

Listen to the neighbors, there are an endless stream of merchants ordering wine from my uncle.

Well, the guests who are most likely to appear here are those who buy wine from the old man.

But they don't have to kill!

In order to confirm her guess, she and Qinghu came to the old man's wine cellar.

Sure enough, as soon as she opened the door, she saw that it was empty.

Although she ordered most of the wine before, some old men said they didn't have time to stay in it.

This meeting is gone.

"It seems that it should be dressed as a guest buying wine." She said angrily.

Qinghu suddenly frowned.

"I remember meeting some strange people on our way back.

Look at their clothes. They should be foreigners, but some of them wrap themselves up in broad daylight. They don't look like good people. "

Hearing this, Lin Mengya hurriedly asked.

"Do you remember their physical characteristics?"

Shaking his head, Qinghu said with some regret, "at that time, I only cared about you and didn't see what they looked like."

She was somewhat disappointed.

But he thought, if the other party really killed because of these wines, would they also be remembered for those they bought?

"Have our people brought the wine back to the temple now?"

Qing Hu thought carefully and said, "according to the time, this meeting should not be sent back yet."

Lin Mengya nodded: "let them be more careful, and then set aside a few jars for us."

"OK."

Qinghu probably understood her idea and immediately sent someone to do it.

She was sad to think that the kind old man who talked and laughed with her yesterday had become a cold body today.

But she couldn't understand why those people killed for a few jars of wine anyway?

She went into the house and cleaned up the old man's body a little.

I didn't want to, but I found a small bottle slipping out of the old man's arms.

What is this?

She picked it up curiously, shook it and found that there was some liquid in it.

Is it difficult that the old man brews wine here?

She opened the bottle, but there was a smell in it

The smell came out, but it refreshed her all at once.

Yes, that's the smell, the root cause that makes her unable to stop!

But the liquid in the small bottle tastes much stronger than the wine.

She resisted the temptation and plugged the lid.

The taste dissipated in an instant, and her mind was sober a lot.

What the hell is this? How can you challenge her self-control frequently?

Qinghu quickly returned to the house. Seeing that she was in a daze at a small bottle, she couldn't help asking questions.

"What is this?"

"I don't know if I found it from my uncle, and that's why those wines attract me so much."

She shook the bottle in her hand, which made Qinghu frown.

"Is it good or bad?"

At the thought of the girl's greedy cup yesterday, Qinghu couldn't help worrying.

Although her little girl is invincible, who can guarantee that these strange things will not work on her?

"I can't say very well. I always feel like I need it very much, but I can't say what it is."

This feeling is a little strange.

Just as a thirsty person needs water, her body seems to be thirsty for this liquid.

The small medicine in the system can't tell why.

But since she had no problem drinking yesterday, it must be no harm to her health?

After cleaning up, they quit the old man's winery.

They hid at the corner of the street and soon saw their neighbors go in.

Then there was a cry of surprise.

"Dead! Dead! Come on!"

The people around ran in one after another.

"Come on, let's leave first!"

Qinghu patted her on the shoulder.

"Yes."

Many people know that they went to buy wine in my uncle's yard yesterday.

So in order to prevent complications, they quickly packed all their luggage and left first.

Sure enough, shortly after they left, someone took the guards in the yard to catch them.

But they threw themselves into the air.

These guards used their fastest speed to spread the news to other towns, but they got nothing.

Because on the way, Lin Mengya and Qinghu made a little disguise.

They dressed up as a pair of brothers and sisters selling wine. When their men mixed some of the old man's wine with other wine and sent it over.

They also began to hawk along the street.

They walked all the way back from the town where the old man lived.

Along the way, they saw the guards strengthen their vigilance.

This is not good news for the rebels who want to sneak in.

Therefore, Lin Mengya didn't show her identity with Qinghu in time. Instead, she acquiesced in this matter.

They soon reached the city.

There were many small vendors like them, so they didn't arouse the special vigilance of the guards.

But seeing the portraits of the two people still pasted on the wall, I couldn't help being funny.

Portraits, not to mention that they are not at all like paintings. Portraits with modern abstract artistic beauty do not turn them into adults at all.

Lin Mengya didn't have any feelings, but she choked the pure fox gas.

"Is Lao Tzu ugly into this virtue in their eyes?"

Qing Hu pointed to the portrait and said angrily.

Lin Mengya looked at him speechless.

"Can you keep your voice down? If you bring someone over, our plan will be over!"

Although Lin Mengya got a big white eye, he was still unwilling to show weakness.

His face was full of grievances. He complained to her, "is it easy for me to look so beautiful? They don't respect my beauty!"

"Poof -"

She sprayed out all the water she had drunk into her mouth.

"Narcissism is a disease, you know? It has to be cured!"

But see the appearance of Qinghu's face.

"I'm just good-looking. You're jealous of me!"

"I envy you?" She smiled coldly and revealed it without hesitation.

"You're called an old cucumber. Brush green paint and make it tender! You know what? You don't see how old your flesh is. It looks good. It's useless!"

Qinghu, who has been ruthlessly exposed, has no intention of becoming angry.

Instead, he threw his hair coquettishly.

"What's wrong with being tender? At least I have the capital to be tender!"

Lin Mengya looked at the cheap guy in front of her, but her teeth were itchy.

Is it still time to bite him to death?

Both of them kept their voices down during their conversation, and they leaned against a corner of the street, and there was no one around.

Otherwise, based on their previous performance and conversation, they will certainly be denounced.

Just when Lin Mengya tried to threaten each other with force to shut him up, suddenly someone came to their wine stand.

"How do you sell these wines?"

The visitor is a stranger and looks like an outsider in clothes.

Qinghu immediately changed his face: "Sir, what kind of question are you asking?"

The man pointed to a jar of ordinary spirits in the car.

Qing Hu took a look and said quickly, "there are one Wen and one pot, and there are also three Wen and one pot. We have everything you like to drink, sir."

The man picked and chose in their car. Finally, he chose a pot of ordinary and the one made by the old man.

Uncle's wine is actually very popular, so they don't feel anything unusual.

Just when Qinghu took out a bamboo tube and wanted to fill him with wine, the man said, "no, I want both jars of wine."

You know, the wine jars in their car are at least half as tall as people.

The average family can't drink so much wine at all.

If you need to hold a banquet or a hotel, you will kill and bargain with them because you take more goods.

But the one in front of him didn't bargain with them at all.

They looked at each other vaguely. Qinghu agreed with a smiling face and thought of a set of words.

"Oh, I don't know which family you are in town. Since you want so much, our brothers and sisters will send it to your house in person?"

The other party immediately refused.

"Yes, yes, but our house is far from here." Qing Hu replied.

The man's eyes turned and asked, "how far is it?"

"Oh, if you leave now, you'll have to come to our house at least one day and one night."

Qinghu was somewhat disappointed when he saw the man's eyes.

At this time, Lin Mengya took up the conversation.

"Sir, do you still want this wine?"

"Isn't this the only altar you have?" The other asked.

"There is really only one jar in the car, but the one that supplies us should still have a lot of stock. If you need more, our brother and sister will come to you now. At that time, for our hard work, you can just give you a few more rewards."