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Seeing that her persistence was finally accepted, Lan Yang'er showed a happy smile on her face.
Wu Jiu was touched by the innocent smile on her face and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"As long as you eat it, you can survive!"
"I won't die." Wu Jiu was telling the truth. He lowered his head and squeezed the soft persimmon in his hand, then took a bite. It tasted strange, yet also had a sweet taste.
“Is it delicious?”
Wujiu nodded.
Lan Yanger smiled and waved to her, "I'm going home! See you tomorrow!" On the way home, she was still thinking that if she could eat the food I gave her today, I could invite her to stay at my house tomorrow!
Ah, how glad she was not eaten by the wolf!
The next day, Wujiu woke up. She had first slept under the tree, and now she slept on a branch.
When I opened my eyes, the sky in the distance was already darkening.
There was no girl under the tree, nor any fresh food. Her presence always woke me up.
It seems to be late today.
Wujiu lay on the tree for a long time, with his big eyes open, playing with the leaves out of boredom.
The sun came out, but the girl still hadn't come.
Isn’t she bringing food today?
Wujiu waited from dawn until dark, his stomach growling with hunger, and he had no choice but to go out to find food by himself.
The girl still didn't show up the next day.
On the third day, Wujiu left the big tree and walked down the mountain along the thorny path.
In the distance, I saw a lonely little house.
The girl said there was a crooked tree in front of her house...
Wu Jiu arrived at the door and indeed saw the tree the girl had described. It was quiet and empty.
There is a fence outside, and strange kinds of grass are planted inside the fence.
Wu Jiuqian walked to the door, reached out to push it open, and something flashed past inside the room.
Her eyes swept over the window and saw a little squirrel, which suddenly jumped to the windowsill as if frightened, and its two round eyes were looking at her in horror.
Wujiu retracted his gaze and when it fell on the ground in the middle of the room, he was shocked.
Lan Yang'er lay on the ground, motionless.
Wujiu stepped forward and stretched out his hand to check her condition. He found that she had no breath, her body was cold, and there were even corpse spots on her face!
She died? Why? Why...
"Hey..." A strong feeling of depression grew in her heart, making her not know how to deal with it. She stared blankly at Lan Yang'er who had died long ago.
The bruises on Lan Yang'er's neck attracted Wu Jiu's attention.
She reached out and touched Lan Yang'er's neck.
It is determined that he was strangled to death...
"Little guy? Little guy, are you home?" A man's voice came from outside.
Wujiu didn't know what to do for a moment, and almost instinctively picked up Lan Yang'er and jumped out of the windowsill!
The frightened little squirrel jumped several times and climbed up the crooked tree in a blink of an eye.
Lan Yang'er's uncle, Lan Fulin, walked in. The door was open, but no one was there. "What's wrong? Little Yang, I'm your uncle! Little Yang?"
Wujiu hid outside the window and watched the man. When he heard the word "uncle", he still took Lan Yang'er's body away.
The corpse was placed under a big tree, and Wujiu stared at it motionlessly.
Apart from the bruises on his neck, there were no other injuries.
There were no signs of a struggle in the house. He must have been strangled to death when someone wasn't paying attention.
"What do you want me to do?" Wujiu asked.
Naturally, there is no answer.
A few hours later, Wujiu dug a hole under the big tree and buried Lan Yanger in it.
Say, "Is it all right if I help you find the person who killed you?"
After burying Lan Yang'er, Wujiu stood under a big tree, watching a car driving on a bumpy road in the distance, not knowing where it was going.
When Wujiu returned to the blue house again, he saw a car parked in front of the house from a distance.
Wu Jiu wiped some dust on his face and put on a mask before going out. He stood next to the car at the door, listening to the quarrels in the house.
"I already told you, my little one is not at home."
"Where are you?"
"I don't know. She lives alone and hasn't told us where she is. So, what are you doing here?"
The other party said, "Let's talk about it after we meet in person."
"Are you here to cause trouble? Get out of here! Get out of here! Ah!" A cry of pain.
"Don't move your hands, or I'll chop your hands off!"
The driver in the car looked through the window at the strange girl standing motionless outside. Even through the mask, one could see that the skin exposed outside was dark and dirty.
Could it be that girl? A sparrow turns into a phoenix, but unfortunately this sparrow is really not presentable!
Wujiu entered the room and saw three men.
The man who was subdued with his arms twisted was Uncle Lan Yanger.
The other two, one in a suit and tie, the other also in formal attire, were both around fifty years old.
When Wu Jiu came in, everyone in the room was stunned, including Lan Fulin who was unable to move.
Lan Fulin thought, who is this? This little guy? How did he get into this state?
Luo Jianyuan and housekeeper Zhang Da looked a little displeased. Although she was wearing a mask, one could tell what she looked like just by looking at her appearance. What could be good about a country girl!
"I'm Lan Yang'er. Can you let my uncle go?" Wu Jiu asked.
Zhang Da looked at Luo Jianyuan and only let go after receiving instructions.
Lan Fulin was surprised. This voice was not right. It was not so pleasant...
Luo Jianyuan looked Wujiu up and down, "Are you really Lan Yanger?"
"What's the problem?"
"Why are you wearing a mask?" Luo Jianyuan asked.
Wu Jiu touched the mask on his face and said, "It's too ugly."
Luo Jianyuan's expression was unpredictable, as if he had known for a long time that Lan Yang'er was not someone who could be put on the stage.
"It's like this. Your father once saved my father's life. To express his gratitude, our two families decided to become relatives. When you reach marriageable age, my son will marry you." Luo Jianyuan said in a tone that said you are marrying above your station.
Wujiu thought, she had stayed on the island for too long. Could this be the human world's way of expressing gratitude? Lan Yang'er had told her many interesting things about the village, but she hadn't mentioned this.
She wanted to refuse.
But before they came, Lan Yanger had already died.
Were they involved in Lan Yang'er's death? Obviously, they didn't know Lan Yang'er. If they didn't know her, how could they have killed her?
Or, was Lan Yang'er killed by Murakami's people?
Lan Fulin said, "Someone came last time, and my Lan Yang'er refused!"
Wu Jiu's mind raced. Last time? Who came?
Luo Jianyuan's eyes flashed with doubt, and he said, "I did send someone here. I think my sincerity might not be enough, so I came here in person this time."
Wu Jiu caught Luo Jianyuan's evasive look and said, "I've thought about it for a while. I'll get married."
Lan Fulin looked at Wu Jiu in confusion. Wu Jiu said, "Don't say anything. I think this is fine."
"Then follow us to Kyoto." Luo Jianyuan stood up, as if he didn't want to stay here for a moment.
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