Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 561 Stealing people is to steal the taste, abduction is not counted

Chapter 561 Stealing people is to steal the taste, abduction is not counted

However, even though he said so, the middle-aged man still didn't know.

So he simply changed his position, got closer to the bed, and continued to ask: "You are talking about it, there is a better way, a more foolproof way, why do you do this? It is so thankless, what are you trying to do? "

Perhaps this man asked too much, Qingjuan man was a little annoyed, frowned slightly, turned over, put his arms under his head, and asked slowly: "Can't you see?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I really can't guess what you're thinking."

"Since you can't guess it, I told you, can you understand?"

"Let's just talk about it first. I can make my own judgment whether I can hear it clearly."

He asked again and again, for Turgen's purity, the Qingjun man raised his eyebrows, but he was not afraid to explain: "If you want to keep one person, what do you need?"

The middle-aged man replied: "It all depends on whether you keep a man or a woman, whether it's old or young, what kind of relationship it has with you, and why you keep him."

The Qingjuan man smiled: "It's not a man, it's not a woman, it's a man, it's a woman, it's not old or not, it's a simple relationship, let him be...to him."

The words were so straightforward, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then he smacked his lips and said: "If that's the case, then you should do your best. If you want to lure someone to the bed, you must use some thought and sweetness to treat him." Be better, be more considerate, once or twice, after several contacts, it will naturally happen, and the uncooked rice will mature.”

The Qingjuan man nodded, agreeing with this point of view, and then asked: "If he is beside him, is there anyone else?"

"The other people are her relatives and friends? Or the person she likes?"

"All."

"Then forcefully snatch her over and lock her up for a few days, making her forget her old friends and join you again."

"If that person has a firm mind and is not deceived, it is not easy to grab it?"

"Huh?" The middle-aged man became a little more serious now, and asked with a frown: "You mean, you set your sights on that target, and are indifferent to your illusion?"

The Qingjuan man remained silent, but there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

"Are you unfamiliar with your craft?" The middle-aged man could only guess like this.

But he was snorted by the other party, and said casually: "If it is unfamiliar, how can it be so precise about when the child will get sick, when he will recover, when he will fall asleep, and when he will wake up from the dream."

When he said this, the middle-aged man remembered and suddenly realized: "So you grabbed that little girl, didn't you want her skin? Just to practice your hand? Are you sure your hand is still good?"

"Otherwise?" Qingjuan man said indifferently: "Too thick skin can't make a good lantern."

"I remember that in the past you would also make some rough leather lanterns, which were said to burn for a long time..."

"The thickness should be appropriate. If it is too thick, it will get twice the result with half the effort."

The middle-aged man thought for a while, and then asked: "So you have taken people away for so long, and you are really playing by yourself? And then return them after playing?"

"Have I paid it back?" The Qingjuan man raised his lips: "It's just a nail put in the past, but at the critical moment, it's still for my use."

The middle-aged man sighed: "Then you had a great time, how did you fall into such a big hole this time? Looking at your current state, I'm afraid it will take less than half a year, and the injury will not fully heal."

The Qingjuan man pursed his lips, his face turned gloomy: "I underestimated it, besides..."

"Besides?"

"Someone helped them."

"Ok?"

The Qingjuan man stopped talking, but closed his eyes a little tiredly, opened them again after a while, and said: "However, I haven't given up yet, let's go, after a few days, that person will be mine after all."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man poked his arm unceremoniously, just right on the wound. Seeing the other party frowned, he asked, "How many days? I'm afraid it will be ten days, twenty days, thirty days." Day, you can't snatch it, so I said, you are safe and sound, wouldn't it be better to use a more appropriate method? I just caused a lot of trouble for myself, and now the arrest warrant has been issued. If you want to enter Guyong's mansion again , you have to change your face again, you are still picky, you don’t even want an ugly face, and you don’t want a thick leather face. How long have you been looking for your current face? Think about it for yourself. Yes, where do you think you can find another one?"

The Qingjuan man touched his face, and seemed to be seriously thinking about it. After a while, he murmured: "It's hard to find..."

"That's not it." The middle-aged man felt troublesome when he thought about it, and hurriedly cleared the relationship: "In short, you can solve your own affairs. This house can let you live in it, but I don't care about the person. You like the person." Yes, you are the one who is asking for trouble, and you will clean up the trouble you caused yourself, and no one will take care of the aftermath for you."

The Qingjuan man stopped talking, just rubbed his face, and said lightly: "You don't understand... To steal someone is to get the taste, kidnapped, it doesn't count."

So, did you die like this just to find excitement?

The middle-aged man really wants to scold this brat, why is he so fond of making trouble.

But when I think about it, it's none of my business anyway, the big deal is that the yamen found him, and he ran away by himself. He has never participated in what this person did, and at best he is just a spectator. Even if someone wants to find him It's troublesome, and I can't find the reason.

To put it casually, he is just a patriotic law-abiding, down-to-earth ordinary person, with his eyes he can only see the cows in the field and the horses in the shed, and he cannot see, hear or know anything else.

Including someone who killed someone himself, took the skin, gouged out the eyes, other corpses were chopped up and sent to him, and he was given to him to fertilize the field. It's human flesh, he's innocent.

Seeing that the person on the bed wanted to fall asleep, the middle-aged man thought for a while, and then asked naggingly: "So, when do you plan to change your hobby of making lanterns?"

The man with his eyes closed smiled casually: "At the beginning, it wasn't you who persuaded me to find an elegant hobby, so as not to be muddled all day long?"

"That's what I said, but you've been making lanterns for several years, don't you feel tired of this hobby?"

"For now, it's fine. Craftsmanship can only be good if you do it for a long time."

"You don't want to set up a stall with such good craftsmanship."

"Occasionally, I will show up, pick a few failed products and sell them."

The middle-aged man muttered: "You can't sell for much money. Those who do crafts are really poor. If not, you change your hobby, calligraphy, or painting? If you become famous, a painting and a book can sell a lot. money."

The person on the bed did not return.

But the middle-aged man didn't let him go, and asked again: "Listen? You have been a teacher for three years, and you have learned by ear and eyes. You always have some experience. I will write a word later and let me see. If it is well written, in the future... ..."

"It's good to make a lantern." The person on the bed said, opened his eyes again, and the corners of his eyes were hooked: "Besides, there are two new skins, and I have taken a fancy to them again."

(End of this chapter)