Yang Duanduan was dining on the sixth floor.

When He Xiaoman and others couldn't find it, they finally decided to offer sacrifices to the hungry Five Zang Temple first, but they discovered that there is a saying in the world: there is no place to be found after wearing iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

The ancients are sincere and I cannot deceive them.

When he saw Yang Duanduan ordering a Western meal by himself and eating happily, He Xiaoman finally noticed a look of shock on Su Xiangyun's face.

Next to the floor-to-ceiling window under the scorching sun and clear sky, Yang Duanduan raised one hand towards the window, seeming to be looking at the bloody sunlight that filtered through the gaps between his fingers.

There was a peaceful smile on her face.

When he saw He Xiaoman and others, the smile on Yang Duanduan's face froze slightly and then immediately returned to normal.

"It's you. The steak here is okay. The medium rare tastes great. Do you want to try it?"

She must have been here for a while, because at this moment Yang Duanduan had a tiramisu in front of her, and the desserts were served, so the meal was basically coming to an end.

"Does she particularly like her left hand? I saw it several times yesterday." Wei Yunfan whispered.

He Xiaoman found that Yang Duanduan's hands were very similar to hers. They were slightly chubby, with long and curled fingers. When the five fingers were brought together, the flesh filled the gaps between the finger bones perfectly. The midday sun shone on them, making them turn blood red.

Seemingly noticing He Xiaoman's scrutinizing gaze, Yang Duanduan said coquettishly: "Look, the sunshine has proven that we humans are indeed made of flesh and blood."

She spread her fingers, and the sunlight immediately shone through the gap. Her fingers were still warm and white-skinned, no longer bloody.

She didn't know if it was because she wasn't used to Western food, but He Xiaoman thought the medium-rare steak that was cut into pieces was a bit shocking, so she asked the waiter to bring her a Chinese set meal.

For lunch, you can only choose Chinese or Western style, all are arranged set meals, and the hotel does not accept additional orders.

This place is very weird, it feels like you have money but no place to spend it, not to mention everyone has no money.

The Chinese food also looks good, with four dishes and one soup: broccoli with garlic, braised eggs with three kinds of fresh vegetables, sweet and sour pork ribs, spinach and peanuts, West Lake beef soup, plus a small bowl of rice.

I can't say it tastes great, but it's definitely not unpalatable.

Just looking at the rose with dewdrops on the dinner plate, He Xiaoman really couldn't eat it.

She felt that if anyone dared to buy roses for herself again in this life, she would use the bouquet of flowers to cut the person who sent them with a face full of red. It would always be spring.

Several people were sitting next to Yang Duanduan. Jiang Mingyan looked at Yang Duanduan carefully and said, "We went to inquire about your room specifically to comfort you but failed. Unexpectedly, we met you in the restaurant instead."

Yang Duanduan was surprised: "Comfort? Me?"

She pointed her slightly fleshy hand at her nose: "Why are you comforting me?"

"Don't you know? That short... man who gave you flowers yesterday is dead."

With a "clang" sound, the fork in Yang Duan's other hand fell directly onto the table, shocking many people around him who turned around to look.

The fork almost poked the untouched tiramisu to the ground. Yang Duanduan hurriedly held the plate and asked with a look of astonishment: "Is it...really? You're not kidding?"

"Human life is at stake. Aren't we too full to make fun of this?" Wei Yunfang was a little unhappy.

"Oh, don't be angry. That's not what I meant. It was just too sudden. You were fine last night, so how can you just die?"

Yang Duanduan sighed: "I even accepted his tweed."

He Xiaoman saw her eyes glancing at his left hand.

"Oh, Duanduan, your hands..."

He Xiaoman suddenly made a fuss and screamed. Yang Duanduan's face suddenly turned pale. He suddenly raised his left hand and looked left and right: "My hand...what's wrong with my...hand?"

She stared at He Xiaoman fiercely.

Because her hands were in good shape and had nothing on them. They were white, tender, long and voluptuous. Her nails were neatly trimmed and painted with transparent nail polish. There was a dazzling rhinestone attached to the crescent of each finger.

"Your hands are so beautiful. I'm a handicap idiot. When I see other people's hands being beautiful, I get envious and jealous. Look at these hands. These are the legendary 'hands like catkins and skin like gelatin'. Hey,

How happy it would be if it grew up on me!"

He Xiaoman sighed in admiration as he watched, as if his eyes were glued to Yang Duanduan's hand, completely missing her sudden cold look just now.

"Oh, you scared me. I thought the diamonds on my hands fell off again. You know, these diamonds are all custom-made for me. A manicure cost me more than a thousand yuan."

Everyone was laughing and joking, saying that Yang Duanduan spent money to hire an ancestor for himself.

In the afternoon, everyone continued to visit the beautiful scenery of the town.

There is another uninvited Yang Duanduan in the team.

He Xiaoman originally thought that even if Yang Duanduan was not listed as a suspect, he would at least be asked to interview and assist in the investigation, but in the end, Yan Binghuan's body was just taken away and the matter was hastily done.

"I guess I am afraid of affecting the Rose Festival. After all, this is a purely tourist town. If there is a human life, it will definitely have a bad impact, so we will conduct a small-scale targeted investigation first to avoid causing panic."

Yang Duanduan did not avoid this topic at all.

She even mentioned with a little regret that Yan Binghuan once proposed to her. In fact, Yan Binghuan's family conditions are pretty good. He is a white-collar worker, and his family also owns a small car repair shop. There are three properties in the name of his parents, which is considered

Middle class, right?

After saying that, she glanced at He Xiaoman with regret, as if she thought she had missed a golden match.

What a bitch.

Everyone could see that since He Xiaoman shouted that voice in the restaurant, Yang Duanduan began to dislike her, but he acted in a very subtle way.

Several people are visiting a rose manor.

This kind of manor is very common in small towns. They are all behind facade houses facing the street. They vary in size. The largest one has about ten acres of land, and the smallest one has about two acres of land.

You can visit the manor casually, and the hospitable host will prepare rose scented tablets, rose tea, floral water and other drinks. Each visitor will also receive an exquisite rose scented sachet.

The manor provides some garlands, parasols, swings, deck chairs and other props for tourists to take photos.

The flowers they grow are purchased by those shops and used for various purposes.

He Xiaoman asked the flower farmer with a smile: "All your land is used to grow roses. How will you provide food and drink?"

You can't really eat only roses, right?

They are not elves.
Chapter completed!