Jiujiu looked at the puppy suspiciously. Then, she picked up the food that the puppy brought over and slammed the door shut.
Because the small monk couldn't bear to eat meat, Jiujiu brought the big wolf to her room. After the big wolf finished eating, she brought him to clean his mouth. Only then did she bring him back to the living room.
After the small monk finished cooking and Jiujiu finished eating, the small monk returned to his room to chant the Rebirth Mantra.
Jiujiu went to do her makeup to prepare for the live broadcast that night.
Although there was an additional wolf in the room, the two people and the wolf got along very well.
This kind of life continued until the winter arrived.
On the day of the winter solstice, there was a visitor in the house. This visitor looked very familiar. Jiujiu felt that she had seen this visitor somewhere before.
The visitor wasn't unhappy when he saw Jiujiu staring at him. He only looked at the small monk anxiously, waiting for the small monk's answer.
The small monk frowned as he looked at the photo that the visitor handed over. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Jiujiu. Then, he handed the photo to Jiujiu.
When the small monk was holding the photo, Jiujiu didn't feel anything. But when the small monk handed the photo to her, Jiujiu felt a faint Yin Qi from the photo.
The Yin Qi was very faint. If it wasn't for Jiujiu's sharp senses, she wouldn't have been able to sense it.
Jiujiu turned her head to look at the small monk. The small monk nodded slightly. "You also felt it."
Jiujiu nodded. While looking at the photo, she asked in confusion, "These photos are …?"
Jiujiu had seen many people die in an ugly manner. But this was the first time she saw someone die with a smile on their face.
It was really a smile in the underworld.
When the visitor saw the little monk give the photo to Jiujiu, he knew that Jiujiu was the same as the little monk. When he heard Jiujiu ask about the photo, he quickly told her everything he knew.
"As you can see, these are all pictures of the deceased. This is the third one this month." The visitor frowned, his face full of worry. "In the beginning, because the victim died in his own house, we concluded that it was a suicide. But then, there were two more victims, and they died in the same way. Even their expressions were exactly the same. We had no way to conclude that all three victims had committed suicide. The forensic doctor couldn't find anything wrong with the bodies after dissecting them. My friend gave me an idea and asked me to look for you, young master. I hope you can help me solve the case."
After the visitor finished, he added, "The deaths of these three victims were separated by seven days, and now there are only two days left until the fourth day. If we still can't find out who did this, I'm afraid …"
He didn't finish his sentence, but the little monk knew that if there was no problem with the murderer's killing pattern, then in two days, there would be another victim.
The little monk naturally believed that saving a life was better than building a seven-story pagoda. Moreover, this kind of case looked like a ghost's crime, so he had to take care of it.
The little monk returned the photo to the visitor and turned back to the house. After he packed his things, he looked at Jiujiu and said, "I have to help Director Li investigate this case, so I can't prepare dinner for you. I hope you can forgive me."
Jiujiu didn't expect the little monk to still be thinking about her breakfast when she was about to leave. She waved her hand and said, "It's okay, I'll order takeout. But you, if there's anything you don't understand, you can call me."
"Thank you." The little monk bowed and thanked her, then left with the visitor.
After the little monk left, Da Lang, who had been silent in the house, suddenly opened his mouth. "Why are you with the monk?"
Jiujiu, who was playing Angry Bird, was startled by Da Lang's sudden words. Her hand trembled, and the bird that she had aimed at jumped into the sky like a wild horse.
Jiujiu: "…"
Jiujiu lowered her head and looked at Da Lang, who was staring at her. She reached out and pinched Da Lang's face. She said angrily, "You can talk? I thought you were mute."
"I'm not mute." Da Lang raised his paw and wanted to push Jiujiu's hand away. However, he was worried that his nails would scratch Jiujiu's hand. After he failed to push her away, he could only let Jiujiu pull his face. His eyes were full of helplessness.
Jiujiu pulled Da Lang's face for a while. She felt that it was meaningless, so she let go of Da Lang's face. She asked in confusion, "You can speak human language, so you must have been cultivating for a long time. You must have cultivated longer than me. Why didn't you transform into a human before the founding of the country?"
Upon hearing Jiujiu's question, Da Lang's eyes instantly showed a look of nostalgia. After a long time, Da Lang answered, "I don't know. I always felt that if I transformed into a human, I would have missed a very important person."
Jiujiu: "… As long as you're happy."
Da Lang took a deep look at Jiujiu and said, "I think you're only a little more than a thousand years old. Which mountain did you live in? Maybe we've met before?"
Da Lang suddenly asked about the mountain. Jiujiu was stunned. After thinking for a long time, she found the word "mountain" in Little Qing's memory.
Hearing Jiujiu say that she used to live in a mountain, Da Lang's eyes flickered. After a while, he said, "I used to live in a mountain too. Maybe we've met before."
Jiujiu chuckled and said, "Who knows?"
After saying that, Jiujiu stopped talking to Da Lang. Instead, she got up to do her makeup and prepare for the live broadcast.
Jiujiu had a hunch that this murder was definitely committed by ghosts. Moreover, the little monk definitely couldn't deal with it.
Since the little monk couldn't deal with it, she had to deal with it. If she came, the live broadcast in the next few days would definitely not be guaranteed. Therefore, she had to live broadcast for a few more days when she could, so that she wouldn't have to crazily make up for the lost time at the end of the month.
When Jiujiu was doing the live broadcast, Da Lang nestled under Jiujiu's feet like a docile and harmless big dog.
Just as Jiujiu was having a good time playing the game, there was a loud knock on the door outside.
Jiujiu frowned slightly. When she was about to tell her fans that she would open the door first, Da Lang suddenly stood up under her feet and walked out quickly.
When the audience who were still watching the live broadcast saw Da Lang on the small screen, many fans of animals immediately exclaimed and asked in surprise, "Jiujiu, is that a wolf?"
Jiujiu looked sideways at Da Lang who had walked to the door and lied without blinking, "No, it's a big wolfdog."
Fans: "But he looks like a wolf."
"It's a big dog that looks like a wolf."
After saying that, Jiujiu got up and left after telling them that she would open the door.
After Jiujiu left, her fans in the live broadcast room started a lively discussion about whether the one who just walked out of Jiujiu's room was a wolf or a dog.
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