Chapter 4492 A Locked Door

They are all women, and they have also experienced the teenage years of sixteen or seventeen years old. They know that for many girls, appearance is more important than life.

In front of so many people, the girl's pride would never allow her to pull down her scarf.

Qian'er understood and stopped asking any more questions. Seeing that she looked tired and the shoes on her feet were full of mud, she asked her if she wanted to sit on the stretcher too. Zhaohui looked at the soldiers and immediately shook her head in refusal.

So everyone gathered and returned to the village.

Long Fei has already asked people to clean up all the burned areas. Burning and damaging it is basically equivalent to burning it down, and it will definitely not be inhabitable.

So they were arranged to settle elsewhere.

The waiter lay on the bed, and Shui Yijun checked his injuries.

As expected, the left calf was broken.

I fixed it with a board, drank some medicine, and kept the rest.

It will take two or three months to recover.

Qian'er discussed with the child about the return trip, whether to leave Xiaoer behind and wait until he feels better before going back.

Shui Yijun was on the table beside him, holding a few medicinal herbs, chewing them from time to time. Hearing this, he said, "If you keep him here, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back."

"Why?" The child was puzzled.

However, Qian'er's heart moved slightly and she looked thoughtful.

She asked Shui Yijun: "What did the second consort know? Was the fire last night not an accident?"

"What?" The child was stunned, "Someone set a fire deliberately? How did you know?"

"At first, I was just guessing. However, I found some clues. Let's see if they are useful." Shui Yijun took his eyes away from the herbs and said to the outside, "Bring the things in and show them to the two princesses. .”

Two soldiers came in, carrying a mottled and black wooden board.

Toddler asks: "What is this?"

Qian'er looked at it carefully and said, "It looks like a burned door."

"Yes, it's the door." Shui Yijun signaled the soldier to put down the wooden board and go out. He squatted down and knocked on the door. "Look, is there anything different about this door?"

Hearing this, the child immediately squatted down and looked around carefully, but he had no clue, "Isn't this just a door that was damaged by fire? Besides the good wood, is there anything else special about it?"

Qian'er also looked puzzled.

The door panel was so badly burned that the original color and pattern were almost invisible.

Shui Yijun smiled gently and said, "Take a closer look."

"Stop being so pretentious, just say it." A child's patience is limited, let alone something like this.

"There is indeed something wrong." Qian'er suddenly pointed to the middle of the door panel, "Child, look at this lock."

Hearing this, the child looked attentively and exclaimed: "Why is this Citi lock locked?"

This kind of copper lock is unique to the Uzbek people. The shape of the Citi lock is their mascot deer head. The copper lock was slightly blackened by burning, but it was intact. Only the lock on the other side fell off and was connected to this half. door panel.

The child reached out and pulled the lock: "The lock is very strong."

Qian'er said: "It looks like this door is locked from the outside."

They looked at each other, then looked at Shui Yijun at the same time, and asked in unison: "Which room does this door panel belong to?"

"The door to the bedroom where the waiter lived before."

"Xiao Er's?" The child gasped, "Who wants to harm Xiao Er? Damn it, I must find out, pull out his intestines and crush him."

The extreme protectiveness in her bones burst out again.