Chapter 4490: A locked door

They are all women, and they have also experienced the teenage years of

sixteen or seventeen. They know that for many girls, appearance is more

important than life.

In front of so many people, the girl's self-esteem would never allow her to

pull her hood.

Qian'er understood, so she stopped asking more. Seeing that she looked tired

and the shoes on her feet were all mud, she asked her if she wanted to sit on

a stretcher too. Zhaohui glanced at the soldiers and immediately shook her

head and refused.

So everyone rushed back to the stockade.

The dragon has already been cleaned up where the fire is on. Burning and

damage are basically equivalent to burning out, and it is definitely not

possible to live in it.

So arranged for them to settle in other places.

Xiao Er lay down on the bed, and Shui Yijun checked his injuries.

As expected, his left calf was fractured.

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

It takes two or three months to recover.

Qian'er discussed with the toddler about the return trip, whether to keep

Xiaoer, and wait for him to get better before going back.

Shui Yijun was holding a few medicinal plants on the side table, chewing and

eating from time to time, and said after hearing the words: "If you keep him,

I'm afraid you won't be able to go back."

"Why?" The toddler was puzzled.

Qian'er's heart moved slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.

She asked Shui Yijun: "What did the two horses know? Isn't the fire last night

an accident?"

"What?" The child was stunned, "Someone set a fire on purpose? How did you

know?"

"At first, I was just guessing. However, I found a little clue. You can see if

it works." Shui Yijun looked away from the herbal medicine and said to the

outside, "Bring things in and show them to the two princesses." ."

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

The toddler asks: "What is this?"

Qian'er took a closer look and said, "It looks like a burned door."

"Yes, it is the door." Shui Yijun motioned to the soldiers to put down the

plank and go out. He knelt down and knocked on the door panel. "Look at this

door. Is there any difference in this door?"

The child immediately squatted down after hearing the words, and looked around

carefully, but didn't have any clues, "Isn't this just a door burned by fire?

Except for the good wood, what's special?"

Qianer also had doubts on her face.

The door panel was badly burned, and the original color and pattern were

barely visible.

Shui Yijun smiled gently: "Look carefully again."

"Don't sell it, just say it." Toddlers have limited patience, let alone this

kind of thing.

"There is indeed something wrong." Qian'er pointed to the middle of the door

panel suddenly, "baby, look at this lock."

When the child heard the words and looked at it, he said: "Why is this Citi

lock locked?"

This kind of brass lock is unique to the Uzbek. The shape of the Citi lock is

their mascot deer head. The brass lock is burnt slightly black, but it is

intact, except that the other side of the lock has fallen off and is connected

to this half. The door panel.

The toddler stretched out his hand and pulled the lock: "The lock is very

strong."

Qianer said: "It seems that this door is locked from the outside."

They glanced at each other, and at the same time looked at Shui Yijun, and

asked in unison: "Which room does this door panel belong to?"

"The door to the bedroom where Xiao Er lived before."

"Little Er's?" The child took a deep breath, "Who is killing Xiao Er? Damn, I

must find out and pull his intestines out and trample on him."

The extreme short-term protection in her bones exploded again.