guile fairy

"Have you ever been to Butterfly Valley?" Fu Zhaozhao asked.

The driver smiled cheerfully, "We don't have that time, but I did take a look at it from a distance when I sent the guests there before. Not to mention, there are really a lot of butterflies there, and a large one is special. It’s pretty.”

Apparently the scene at that time was particularly striking and the driver's memory was still fresh.

While chatting, the two arrived at their destination in a blink of an eye. Before getting off the bus, the driver gave Fu Zhaozhao a business card so that she could contact him if she needed to go anywhere else.

Fu Zhaozhao nodded in agreement and put the business card away.

Then he looked at the single house in front of him.

The surroundings of the house are painted white, and the roof is made of old wood, which looks particularly old.

Fu Zhaozhao rang the doorbell in front of him according to the address given by Xiaobao.

After pressing the button for a long time, there was no sound in the room. Just when Fu Zhaozhao thought there was no one inside and was about to leave, there was the sound of dragging and moving inside.

After a while, the door was opened.

Standing in the door was an extremely thin man with a pale face and stubble on his chin.

The other party looked at Fu Zhaozhao in front of him and asked hesitantly: "Are you the tourist staying this time?"

Fu Zhaozhao nodded calmly, "Yes, it's me."

Then she showed the order record to the other party, and the man turned sideways and said, "Come in."

I heard that the man was someone who had been in close contact with Zerg, so Xiaobao deliberately rented the house when the other party rented it out.

The man walked in front and kept saying, "That's your room over there. There's a shower in it. The kitchen is shared. You need to stagger the use time to twelve o'clock, and the most important thing is."

The man suddenly stopped, his eyes like dead fish fell on Fu Zhaozhao, and he said in a slightly serious tone: "The most important thing is that you cannot enter my room. Once you enter my room, the contract will be void and the deposit will not be refunded."

It was okay if he didn't say it, but he was immediately interested when he mentioned Fu Zhaozhao.

However, she did not ask in front of the other party, but secretly kept this moment in her heart.

After roughly speaking the main part, the man ignored him and went back to his room, seemingly busy with something.

Fu Zhaozhao didn't hesitate and lay down to rest after returning to her room.

She didn't wake up until it got dark and the gentle cool breeze blew outside.

I have to say that Lidu is a very comfortable city. Walking on the road at night, you can smell all kinds of fireworks from the stalls on both sides of the road.

Fu Zhaozhao also went shopping in a rare good mood and even bought some interesting gadgets.

When she returned with her things, the house was dark except for the light in the room where the man was.

However, because the door was closed tightly and the curtains were carefully drawn, I could only vaguely feel the light seeping out from inside.

I don’t know what the other person is doing, and I rarely see men coming out, except when opening the door.

It was already two days later when she saw the man again.

The other party's face became even more ugly, like a man in a novel who had his essence sucked. The man didn't pay much attention. He walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of beer and drank it. He walked back while drinking.

It was during this gap that Fu Zhaozhao saw a little bit of the situation in the other party's room.

The man seemed to be a painter. The room was filled with large and small drawing boards, and different insects were drawn on each drawing paper.

It's just that there seems to be something drawn in the corners of the insect portraits, but the distance is too far, and the door is only opened a small crack, so you can't see it clearly.

Originally, Fu Zhaozhao planned to find an opportunity to visit the other party's room, but the opportunity came the next day.

The man seemed to be in a hurry, and his expression was extremely serious. At the same time, he was holding a drawing board tightly in his hand, as if he was preparing to go somewhere.

When he came out of the room, the man saw Fu Zhaozhao and was about to say something. After thinking about it, he turned around and locked the door carefully before leaving in a hurry.

Fu Zhaozhao looked at the other person's retreating back, turned around and took a small black clip, gently twisted it at the door of the room, and the door opened.

As the door opened, everything inside was revealed.

Originally, she could only see a little something through the crack in the door, but now that the door was opened and all the drawing boards were revealed, she realized that the man seemed to be in a state of madness.

The entire room is densely covered with drawing papers, and each drawing paper depicts different insects. The only thing that is the same is that among the insects, the same butterfly is drawn.

The wings of the butterfly in the painting show a transparent and looming color, with some small pink dots in the middle. In the wings on both sides, a woman's face can be vaguely seen from inside.

Fu Zhaozhao took a photo of the butterfly on the drawing paper and sent it to Xiaobao for her help to check.

……

The man came back in a hurry, but he didn't bring back the drawing board he originally took out. He glanced at Fu Zhaozhao, who was sitting in the living room watching TV, and was relieved when he saw that she didn't enter his room.

Then he picked up the key and opened the door.

Fu Zhaozhao's eyes fell on the man from time to time, and naturally he did not miss that when the man opened the door, something black seemed to fall behind the door.

Just as she was thinking about what it was and why she didn't see it when she went in just now, the male painter ran out of the room with an angry look on his face.

His face turned red with anger and he said without thinking, "Did you just enter my room!"

Fu Zhaozhao smiled slightly: "How can I enter your room without your room key?"

The male painter originally wanted to say something, but she immediately choked up after saying this, but still gritted her teeth and said: "You must have entered my room just now!"

Fu Zhaozhao tilted his head and looked at him, "So? You locked the room door before going out, unless you installed surveillance inside, or someone told you that I went in?"

The male painter was suddenly speechless and hesitated, but still insisted: "Although I have no evidence, you must have entered my room!"

"I don't have your room key."

With such an understatement, the male artist didn't know what to say. He huffed and puffed for a long time, but finally said nothing. He just glared at Fu Zhaozhao fiercely before leaving and muttered, "Don't let me find evidence!"

After the other party's door closed, Fu Zhaozhao's expression suddenly changed.

She was very sure that there was no camera or anything like that in the male painter's room. Combined with the fact that black things fell down when he opened the door just now, she couldn't help but become suspicious.