The devil is weak and frail

Chapter 73 The Delicate and Weak Little Cook × Double-Faced Hero (19)

As soon as Zhiheng pushed the door open, there was a smell of blood. The puddles of water and some blood on the ground could prove what happened in this room just now.

Jiang Min took a basin of water and walked in, and poured it towards the puddles of bloody water.

While cleaning, Jiang Min said, "Since you're back again, stay and help me clean up together."

Zhiheng was slightly taken aback, but remained silent for a long time.

After a while, Jiang Min directly called out his name: "Zhiheng."

Now that he directly named him, Zhiheng couldn't hide anymore, he opened the window of Jiang Min's room and jumped lightly, and jumped into the room from the window.

Jiang Min clicked his tongue softly, and said with disgust: "You are a hero, not a disciple. If you come in through the window, you must be sick."

Zhiheng paused, and he wanted to save face: "Be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs. I kindly opened the window for you to diffuse the smell, but it turned out to be mine. The smell of blood in your room is so strong, because I'm afraid that others won't know that you killed me. Is there anyone?"

Now it was Jiang Min's turn to quit, she retorted: "Who killed someone, don't talk nonsense."

There is no evidence, I did not kill anyone.

Zhiheng also opened the door to ventilate the bloody smell, he said: "Okay, I didn't kill anyone, is it the head office that kills chickens?"

Jiang Min was very satisfied with this statement, she raised her eyebrows lightly and said: "Well, what can I do if they are disobedient, if I don't kill them now, they will come to kill me one day, it is better to kill me now than to do this save trouble."

Zhiheng didn't care about it, he changed the subject and asked, "Do you want to make soup?"

It was difficult for Jiang Min to keep up with Zhiheng's brain circuit for a while, she: "???"

Zhiheng is very good at pretending to be stupid, staring at Jiang Min with bright eyes, and said: "Didn't you kill the chicken, let's make the soup, I want to drink your stewed chicken soup."

This chicken is not that chicken.

Jiang Min dotingly cooperated with Zhiheng, and gave Zhiheng the basin in his hand, "Okay, you can clean it first, I'll make chicken soup, you can stay here for dinner tonight."

Zhiheng nodded, and tightly held the basin in his hand: "Well, I'm hungry, you can do it quickly."

Of course Jiang Min was happy that someone came here to do the work. She left all the cleaning tools to Zhiheng, turned around and left, and went out to buy chicken.

Seeing that Jiang Min had really left, Zhiheng started cleaning.

There was really no blood in Jiang Min's murder. There was no blood in the room. It was very clean. Except for the stronger smell of blood, he might not have noticed how many people died here.

After Zhiheng cleaned up, he hung the sachet that he carried with him on Jiang Min's bedside. The sachet smelled very special, with a fragrance of herbs.

Zhiheng wandered around Jiang Min's house, the courtyard house, several rooms were empty except for the one Jiang Min lived in, and there was no trace of anyone's life.

The conclusion made made Zhiheng's mouth slightly raised.

Just at this time, Jiang Min walked in from the outside with a chicken in his hand, seeing Zhiheng's idiot-like smile, with goosebumps all over his body, this damned shadow.

"Why are you smirking? Come here and burn the pot."

Zhiheng was startled by Jiang Min's voice, he quickly put away his smile and followed Jiang Min with a straight face, "Oh."

The two of them are not young ladies who don't touch the spring water, and they are people who came out to roam the rivers and lakes when they were young, and they are both straightforward and neat in their work.

Jiang Ren was wearing an apron, and Zhiheng was sitting on a stool burning a pot, and there was some weirdness in the harmony.

At this moment, Aunt Zhang from the next door opened the door and walked in, saying, "Jiang Min, what did you cook today? It's so delicious."

(End of this chapter)