The Supporting Actress System

I need an ID card to go to a hotel. Once the ID card is taken out, their whereabouts will be exposed, so Jiang Zixi chooses to live in the house behind the noodle shop.

It was getting dark, and the whole backyard was gloomy. Wang Zaiyu only felt that the cold was worse than that in the morning. He always felt that there were some demons and ghosts at work. He tightened his neck in fear:

but under Jiang Zixi's various tender offensives, uncle Yang was still soft hearted:

when Uncle Yang thought of elder sister Yang's attitude, he refused to agree.

"My mother-in-law used to treat me so well. I'm really worried when I hear her present situation. Uncle Yang, can you let me meet my mother-in-law?"

Jiang Zixi's face was distressed:

and most of the things that uncle Yang called God and Taoism were the things that Mrs. Yang saw on the balcony that day!

What did Mrs. Yang see!

So, after the murder?

Did Mrs. Yang get sick after she left Macheng?

Jiang Zi Xi's eyes flashed.

In his opinion, Mrs. Yang's action is a return to light, no longer saved.

"It's just after you left Macheng that she became like this. She's a God all day. This year, she's even more eccentric. She can't listen to anyone's words. She likes to get up at night and stare at the balcony."

Yang shuci gave Jiang Zixi a loving look:

"strange things? Uncle Yang, I remember my mother-in-law was in good health before, and she would tell me stories from time to time. "

Jiang Zixi quickly comforted two words, and then said:

"where can I be better? Recently, her body is getting worse and worse. She talks about strange things all day, and I can't hear clearly. Alas, I don't know if she can survive this winter."

Yang Shushu sighed:

at this time, Wang Zaiyu had already followed him. Although his eyes were full of surprise, he quietly followed Jiang Zixi behind him and quietly looked at Jiang Zixi's words.

"By the way, uncle Yang, how's your mother-in-law?" Jiang Zixi looked worried, "is she better?"

Jiang Zixi made a few polite remarks, which made Yang Shuyu feel embarrassed.

"Well, Zixi, your aunt Yang's temper is just like that. Don't worry about her. She certainly has no bad heart. You can rest assured that she will be willing to see you in two days."

Uncle Yang touched his head with embarrassment:

"Uncle Yang, are you going to buy vegetables in the market now?"

Jiang Zixi followed Uncle Yang, sensible and clever and said:

when Wang Zaiyu finished throwing the garbage, he saw that Jiang Zixi across the street had already chatted with Uncle Yang. He was stunned. Therefore, the person jiangzixi has been guarding is not elder sister Yang, but Uncle Yang?

"I'm leaving at last."

The boss breathed a sigh of relief:

suddenly, Jiang Zixi got up and ran out with a chicken leg. Wang Zaiyu gave the boss an embarrassed smile and ran out with the garbage.

Wang Zaiyu:

As long as the boss doesn't do it, she can still survive.

"Oh, it doesn't matter."

Jiang Zixi's eyes have been staring at the noodle shop on the opposite side:

"Zixi, why don't we go out first? The food tasted so much that the boss looked very angry

Wang Zaiyu's face was red:

she just ate a big bag of snacks in the supermarket, and her face did not change.

But the boss obviously underestimated Jiang Zixi's thick skin.

Although the boss didn't like it, he bought instant noodles at his house. He was too embarrassed to rush people. So he kept staring at the river, hoping that they would understand his meaning and leave immediately.

Jiang Zixi came to the supermarket across the street with her pocket in her pocket. She bought two buckets of instant noodles and sat on the chair inside the supermarket to eat.

"What now?" Wang Zaiyu looked at the closed door, "she seems to really don't want to see us."

In order to hide from Jiangzi, sister Yang closed the noodle shop directly.

"What to do What to do... "

At this time, elder sister Yang in the room was holding the shovel, and her face was in a panic:

JIANG Zixi turned pale and Wang Zaiyu did not answer.

"Zixi, since aunt Yang is not the murderer, why do you have to go up to the second floor of the museum?"

This time, Wang Zaiyu didn't fight hard, but stood outside the noodle shop with Jiang Zixi:

the next day, when Jiang Zixi and Wang Zaiyu appeared in Yang's noodle shop again, sister Yang was angry and took up the shovel and started to drive people out.

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Wang Zaiyu's voice calmed down in an instant. He reached for Jiangzi and fell asleep again.

"Here it is."

Jiang Zixi drew the curtain and drew back into the quilt:

"Zixi? Where are you? " Wang Zaiyu's voice was full of anxiety.

After a while, someone put the wheelchair on the bed, the light went out instantly.

There was no one on the balcony, but the light in the room was on. You could see a person sitting in a wheelchair.In the middle of the night, Jiang Zixi was awakened by the pain in her legs. She lifted the quilt and leaned against her memory to come to the window. She lifted a little curtain and looked at the balcony on the second floor of Yang's noodle shop.

"Well."

"Good night, son."

Wang Zaiyu's fear disappeared in a moment. He leaned against Jiang Zixi and felt her breath. He breathed a sigh of relief:

"why, do you want people to know that someone has entered here? I can't see that you are worried about death. "

Jiang Zixi covered the quilt and curled up:

Wang Zaiyu's body became stiff.

Just said, he felt a warm body close to him.

"Son Xi, why don't you turn on the flashlight to sleep? It's dark and creepy..."

Wang Zaiyu swallowed his saliva in fear:

"OK, go to bed early. There are still things to do tomorrow."

Jiang Zixi rolled her eyes and drew the curtain. After Wang Zaiyu took the quilt out and made it, she turned off the flashlight:

when Wang Zaiyu heard this, he was still clinging to Jiang Zixi's clothes.

"Of course, everything is possible. Maybe he knows that we are investigating this matter, and he will suddenly appear and destroy us."

Seeing that Wang Zaiyu was so scared, Jiang Zixi took a puff from the corner of his mouth:

"murderer?" Wang Zaiyu involuntarily pulled the clothes of Jiangzi Xi, "you mean, it is possible that the murderer will come back?"

Wait a minute.

Is it the killer he's worried about? What he was worried about was that there would be some ghosts and things like that.

Wang Zaiyu:

"Don't worry. The killer won't be here for the time being."

Jiang Zixi turns on the flashlight of her mobile phone:

"but But here... " Wang Zaiyu's voice trembled, "this is the scene of the murder..."

There's no other place to go, is there?

"It's not that we're going to live here tonight, but we're probably all staying here until we find a clue."

Jiang Zixi pushed open the rusty door:

"click."

With a lollipop, Jiang Zi Xi found the key hidden in the window by the light in the distance.

"Son Xi, are we really going to live here tonight? I don't think it's very good... "

"Your aunt Yang will go back to her hometown tomorrow morning. Come back then."

"Thank you very much, uncle Yang."