A Genius and a God Fell In Love

The back of his hand was burnt black from the sun, with thick joints, and the tiger's mouth was worn white and had cracks.

This is a pair of hands that often does farm work.

Because Nangong Nanfang only mentioned the doubts, Qian Xia carefully looked at his whole body, especially his hands, and took a few more glances.

The farmer is a middle-aged man.

He didn't have a clown mask on his face.

The skin is dark and rough, and there is an obvious ring of stubble above the lips.

Qian Xia asked straight to the point: Where were you just now?

The farmer didn't answer.

She changed the question: Why is your wheat pink?

The farmer sighed: Because the weather has changed.

The female farmer said the same thing, and even the way she said it was exactly the same.

Nangong Nan said: No need to ask, since the housekeeper wants to pretend to be a farmer, he will definitely imitate exactly the same, otherwise how could he deceive so many players.

Qian Xia glanced around and said, Your guess is right, that female farmer is the housekeeper.

At this moment, she truly believed Nangong Nan's words.

Nangong Nan smiled lightly, seemingly relieved, and said warmly: Then we don't need to be on guard against each other.

Qian Xia snorted coldly, turned and left.

Even though he couldn't straighten his back due to the pain, he still maintained his cold temperament.

Kind of fun.

Nangong Nan followed, Let's leave the housekeeper alone for now and continue walking forward to find clues from the aborigines.

Um.

Qian Xia looked cold and recalled the scene at the beginning of the game in his mind.

At the beginning of the game, she carefully observed all the players.

Twenty-five people in total.

The female farmer's voice was a bit low and hoarse. Maybe she lowered her voice deliberately, but she couldn't tell that she was a young woman.

He should be no more than thirty-five years old.

When she dressed as a farmer, she covered her whole body with a large coir raincoat, but it could not hide her height.

Qian Xia herself is 1.7 meters tall. When the woman stood in front of her, she was shorter than her, about 1.62 to 1.63 meters tall.

Hands are white and flawless...

When she thought about it carefully, she seemed to have a fleshy hand with well-proportioned joints, but not slender.

Nangong, are the female farmer's hands fleshy? Qian Xia further confirmed.

Yes, her skin is fairer and her fingers are a bit thick.

Qian Xia continued to think.

Therefore, the clues we now get are: the housekeeper is 1.63 meters tall, has fair skin, thick fingers, and is under thirty-five years old.

The picture in my mind goes back to the beginning of the game.

Following this clue, she selected among twenty-five people.

Not counting the old woman, there are eight female players in total.

In addition to herself, Nangong, and Ma Yuan Taozi, there were only three others. One of the female players had an accident at the carousel.

The other two were frightened and ran away with a dozen others.

Qian Xia recalled the two female players. She remembered that one of them was wearing a denim jacket and the other was wearing a knitted sweater.

The two men are about the same height.

Nangong Nan glanced at her and said, Are you deleting players?

Qian Xia nodded, One of the two female players who ran away was wearing a denim jacket and the other was wearing a sweater. Do you remember?

Nangong Nan thought for a moment and said, I have an impression.

The housekeeper is among them. Next we just need to guard against the two of them, but...

Qian Xia frowned, I'm afraid they will still pretend.

Nangong Nan smiled: The same strategy won't work if used twice. If she has this confidence, then we should pay more attention. Even if the disguise is the best, there will always be flaws.

Qian Xia glanced at her, withdrew his gaze and lowered the brim of his hat.

When you don't exude the brilliance of the Holy Mother, you are quite pleasing to the eye.

Huh? Nangong Nan looked at her. She couldn't keep up with this girl's brain.

Qian Xia coughed lightly and said coldly: Hurry up and go. Finding clues and finding the housekeeper are things that cannot be delayed.

Nangong Nan said oh and walked forward side by side with her.

The footsteps faded away, and the leaves drifted in the wind.

The old woman leaning on a branch came out from behind the big tree.

Looking at the direction the two girls left.

Those turbid eyes were a little deep, as if they were thinking about something, and seemed to be making some plans.

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Nangong Nan and Qian Xia found another corpse, which was killed with a sharp weapon.

There were no signs of struggle or struggle, so it was probably a fatal blow while he was not paying attention.

Qian Xia said: This was done by the housekeeper himself.

Then she sneered again, When you don't know who the housekeeper is, you can't let down your guard against anyone. If you die because you let your guard down, you deserve it.

Nangong Nan raised his eyebrows and said in a thin voice: I didn't realize that you are also poisonous.

Qian Xia pressed the brim of his hat: What I said is the truth.

I felt that our group was quite harmonious before, and no one seemed to be on guard against each other.

Qian Xia suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at her coldly, I just complimented you a few times and you became stupid again. How can you be so sure that there is no caution and defense behind your laughter?

oh.

Nangong Nan touched the bracelet on his wrist, seeming a little embarrassed.

Qian Xia pondered for a long time, Isn't your smart mind coming in fits and starts?

ah?

Forget it, keep walking.

Nangong Nan looked at her helpless and cold back and almost couldn't help laughing.

After walking for a while, I heard the sound of running water.

It was a small river, and on the river was a small bridge made of vines.

Qian Xia stopped by the river and stared at the pink river as if in deep thought.

Nangong Nan said: You want to drink water?

Qian Xia came to her senses, coughed slightly and said coldly: I don't want to.

Then he turned around and walked towards the Vine Bridge.

Not long after crossing the bridge, I heard the voices of players talking.

Qian Xia was very cautious. He raised his hand to ask Nangong Nan to stop. He listened for a while and said, It's the voice of a male player. Let's go.

As the two walked through the lush green bushes, their voices suddenly became clear.

Looking up, the first thing that catches the eye is a stone spire, about three stories high.

There are grasses and wildflowers emerging from the cracks in the rocks.

The most eye-catching thing, though, was a thick braid.

The braid is pink and hangs from the window at the top of the stone tower.

There were four male players gathered under the stone tower, two of whom were mysophobic men and young men they knew.

Except for the mysophobic man, the other three people were all covered in blood.

But his face was clean and his hair was a little wet. He must have been washed in the river behind.

The mysophobic man washed his clothes even more thoroughly, including his coat and T-shirt.

The coat was placed on the stone nearby, and the T-shirt was still on, half dry due to the warmth of the body.

As expected of a mysophobic person, I immediately washed away the dirt whenever I had the chance.

It's really hard for him to wallow in this filth.

Qian Xia looked away from the pink braids and asked, What are you doing?