The horror of that case is definitely at the level of a childhood trauma.
Lying on the bed, Tang Ze, who wanted to change his mood, opened the system panel and counted the rewards for this case.
The only difference is that the legs are submerged in the hot spring, while the feet of the white shadow in one photo are running on the surface of the hot spring water.
It is a picture of a middle-aged woman wrapped in a bath towel standing in the bathtub.
"Yeah, and it really enhances the flavor when you drink it." Ayako smiled in agreement.
"Good morning." Hattori greeted him with a smile: "Did you sleep well last night?"
By the way, I called later to ask Gao Ke if he had any cases.
"Is this photo not edited?"
But that was enough for Hattori, so I took the pillow and went to another room and lay down on it.
The Suicidal Novelist
It’s a pity that for us, the intensity is destined to be only temporary. When the tree wants to be still, the wind will stop.
As the saying goes, every autumn rain brings a chill, so you need to wear cotton.
"What nonsense are you talking about!?"
The only downside is that it might not be a change of taste after eating it.
After taking a look at Gao Ke, a hint of naturalness flashed across Gan Huipingci's face.
Hattori had just finished counting the punishments and closed the panel when he heard no one knocking on the door. He asked through the door and then heard Sonoko's response from the door.
Evaluation: There was no sign of this case happening, and the criminal's trick was equally cunning.
Hattori pointed at Shiro's feet and said, "There's water splashing down there, proving that Shiro is walking on water."
"Yeah, yeah!" He Ye said with a smile, "You saw it in the magazine. It said the kudzu soup in that hotel is super delicious!"
What was somewhat strange was that there was a white shadow under the water, carrying something on its back, and it looked like it was walking on water under the hot spring.
"Yes, he also came here specifically to invite you to the deep mountains and forests of Nagano to drink kudzu root soup, right?"
We even invited experts to authenticate it, so it’s definitely correct!”
Time always passes slowly when there are no cases, and in a blink of an eye, it was already morning on the seventh day.
Before autumn, every rain would lower the temperature, and this was especially true before this typhoon. As soon as the temperature went up, it felt like winter.
Seeing that the woman came to talk to him uninvited, Hattori, who didn't realize her identity, looked at the woman and asked with a smile.
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