Li Jinjin carefully copied each pattern on the paper, and the more she drew it, the tighter her eyebrows were locked.

The candlelight flickered, and the figures were swaying.

His hands trembled slightly, his forehead was faintly wet, and his eyes were hot.

But her face tightened, and her lips pursed until the last stroke, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ge Gang, look, is there anything else that is different?"

Ge Gang still didn't move, he couldn't take his eyes off it, checked it carefully, and said half-loudly: "Boss, I don't see any difference." ”

"Put it down, you've worked hard." Ge Gang still maintained a standing posture,

He showed a wry smile: "I'm stiff, I have to slow down." ”

Li Jinjin took the paper in his hand, and only then did he find that the beads of sweat on Ge Gang's forehead were rolling down, wetting the ground.

After putting away the paper, she helped Ge Gang to the chair,

As soon as he sat down, his face twisted and almost immediately bounced, and his legs began to tremble violently.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Jinjin was taken aback.

"It's nothing, my legs and arms are numb, and it's like a pinprick when I sit down." Ge Gang stammered for a long time before he finished this sentence.

Li Jinjin couldn't help but sneer: "It's hard work." ”

After about ten minutes, Ge Gang's complexion returned to normal, and he stood up and bowed his hand: "Boss, I'll go first." ”

"Inform Fu Ye and ask him to come over quickly." Li Jinjin furrowed his brows.

Sending Ge Gang away, Li Jinjin carefully restored everything to its original state and waited for Han Guda to return.

She remembered the fairy tales she had read when she was a child, pondered for a while, and then found a pen and paper to compile a text.

Not long after Ge Gang left, Han Guda hurriedly returned, his face darkened and his expression solemn.

The sound of his footsteps was extremely heavy, and when he saw Li Jinjin still sitting behind his desk and writing, his expression relaxed a little.

"Boss, do you see anything?"

Li Jinjin frowned and looked up: "This is like a letter instructing to find something." ”

She pointed to the paper on the table and said, "I can't understand a lot of it, it's a piece of paper I put together." ”

Han Guda took the paper she wrote, looked down at ten lines at a glance, and his brows twisted into a pimple: "Snow Mountain? There are treasures...."

He shook his head: "I'm afraid the owner has misjudged." ”

"I've done my best." Li Jinjin sighed and rubbed his eyes: "Helplessness is limited, why don't you change the guest official and go to see it again?" ”

Hanguda carefully folded the paper and put it in his pocket, and instead of turning away, he looked around the table.

Li Jinjin's heart suddenly mentioned, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Just now she casually put the candlestick under the desk against the wall, and accidentally dripped two drops of wax oil on the ground.

Hanguda crouched down and tapped the floor twice with his fingernails.

"Guest, what are you doing?"

He was silent, turned his head, saw the candlestick under the table, reached out and pulled it out, he pinched the inner candle head with his fingers, and put it back again.

"Boss, why do you use candles in broad daylight?" Han Guda approached step by step, his eyes sharp.

As early as when he went to get the candlestick, Li Jinjin knew that it was going to be bad.

She regretted why she had left the candlestick in her hand instead of hiding it in the backyard.

"Just now I wrote a letter to someone and sealed my mouth with wax and oil." Li Jinjin pretended to be calm.

"I see." Han Guda seemed to smile: "But if it wasn't deliberate, why hide the candlestick." ”

He sped up his words: "Also, do you need to draw the curtains to write a letter?" ”