Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

After saying goodbye to Su Xiaoyan in the town, Su Chen took another hour-long ride to the city.

As soon as he arrived at the West Street, he heard the faint sound of gongs and drums.

Su Chen looked around. It was only seven o'clock and there were not many pedestrians on the road, but they all looked normal and did not think it was unusual.

That's right, Cuicheng was very particular about funeral etiquette, so even though it was early in the morning, the sound of gongs and drums disturbed many people's sleep, but no one complained.

Walking along the street, there were only a few breakfast carts in the bustling street market yesterday.

Baozi, steamed buns, rice noodles, pot noodles...

Su Chen was very hungry at the moment, so he sat down and asked for a bowl of pot noodles for fifty cents and a fried dough stick for thirty cents.

As he was eating happily, someone sat down in front of him.

"Lao Zhang, give me a bowl of hot pot noodles, add more coriander."

The boss said, turned around and poured the noodle soup, then asked: "Officer A Mao, has Aunt Niu's daughter really been found? Was she beaten to death by her husband and buried in the stove?"

The person in front of him hummed: "We have found her, but the specific cause of death has not been investigated clearly. Lao Zhang, we dare not say anything."

"I know, you have to be cautious in doing things. Hey, Aunt Niu is pitiful. The old man sent the young man away. When I saw her last night, her eyes were swollen like walnuts."

When Lao Zhang said this, diners at several nearby stalls echoed him.

"Isn't it? I heard he's only in his fifties, but if you don't look closely, he looks like he's in his seventies or eighties."

"In fact, he was even more pitiful in the past few years. He was just holding his breath to find his daughter, and he looked strong. Now that his daughter has been found, the breath he was holding is gone, and he's completely listless."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh, what do you mean listless? Who hired this listless wizard?"

"Who else could have hired him? The old Lin family. Ah Yu and Ying Ying are childhood friends. They gave money and effort yesterday."

"Oh, it would have been great if Ying Ying had married Ah Yu back then, She won't die..."

"What nonsense? Ah Yu has a wife and children, but if you ask me, the young man yesterday was really a genius. Yingying has been missing for four or five years, right? Aunt Niu not only went to look for her herself, but also reported the case, but she still couldn't find her. He pinched his fingers with his eight characters, and he even figured out that she was buried in the stove. He's really amazing."

"What young man? He's a master."

"Yes, yes, yes, a master, look at my mouth~"

...

Su Chen listened to the topic shifting to himself, and a burst of flattery, and his ears were a little hot.

A Mao in front of him kept shaking his head.

These neighbors are really superstitious.

What master? If he says, it must be a coincidence, maybe it's just a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse.

Although he didn't go to the scene yesterday, he participated in the interrogation of A Bao. If he says, the fortune teller is probably a witness to Yingying's murder that year. He has been uneasy for so many years and tried every way to tell Grandma.

However, thinking of Abao, who confessed to murder after a big memory restoration operation, A Mao couldn't help but sigh.

Yingying died unjustly!

With her conditions, she could have found a better partner, but she chose Abao from Jiangwei. Abao's family was poor, and Yingying suffered a lot after marrying him. She even lost two children and helped Abao build a house.

Unexpectedly, Abao took advantage of Yingying's work in the city and hooked up with a widow.

That hot summer day, Yingying suddenly vomited while working. She went to the hospital for a check-up and found out that she was pregnant. She hurriedly asked for leave and returned home happily, but she didn't expect to see two white figures when she opened the door. Yingying wanted to divorce, but Abao refused. During the quarrel, Abao pushed hard, and Yingying's head hit the nail rake standing in the corner of the wall. Blood flowed and she was no longer moving. Abao was very scared, and it was the widow who suggested that he hide the body.

At first, Yingying's body was hidden in the widow's house. Who would have thought that a widow could harm Yingying when they investigated? They didn't even look at her house carefully.

When the rumors died down, Abao went to buy two piglets. On a dark and windy night, he built a stove under the pretext of cooking pig food and buried Yingying's body inside.

Last year, the widow was washing clothes by the river and accidentally slipped and fell into the water and drowned. Originally, as long as Abao kept it a secret, no one would know about it. Unexpectedly, it was revealed by someone.

A Mao thought about the whole process and guessed that Abao was seen by the fortune teller when he was building the stove that night.

Thinking of this, A Mao met Su Chen's eyes and subconsciously greeted him: "Brother, do you work here? Why are you here so early?"

Su Chen shook his head: "I'm here to set up a stall."

"Set up a stall? What do you sell?" A Bao asked casually.

"Fortune telling."

A Mao's face changed slightly, and he squinted and looked at Su Chen carefully.

He was about 30 years old, with short hair, but not the popular slicked back hair. His face was a little thin, his skin was very white, and he was wearing only a sweater in this cold weather, and his pants were also very thin...

Poor, but...

These eyes were very clean.

A Mao had worked in the police station for more than ten years, and had seen all kinds of people, both good and bad, but this was the first time he had seen such clean eyes, as clean as the eyes of a newborn baby.

He subconsciously got close to him, but his reason told him that fortune tellers these days were almost all scammers.

Can scammers be pure and clean?

Of course not.

A Bao subconsciously questioned him: "What's your name? Where are you from?"

Su Chen had heard Lao Zhang call him Officer A Mao before, so he naturally knew his identity and didn't feel disgusted. He smiled and answered: "Su Chen, from Niuwei Village, Liangshan."

"People from Liangshan?" It's a bit far away from the city. Amao frowned, "Why do you come to the city to set up a fortune-telling stall? Let me tell you, the police station where I am is right next to you, so you can't lie to people."

Su Chen nodded: "Don't worry, officer, it won't happen."

Does this mean fortune telling?

The idea of ​​cheating money is not dead!

Amao looked at Su Chen again. Although this guy set up a stall to tell fortunes yesterday, he still accurately found Yingying's bones even once. He couldn't use this to get angry. But today if this kid really wanted to set up a stall, he would come and have a look and catch him.

We grew up in this area, how can we let liars run amok here?

The batter on the edge of the pot was served, steaming with white steam.

Amao smiled at Lao Zhang, picked up the spoon and took a sip.

"Well, Lao Zhang, the seafood pot side you cooked is still delicious. The craftsmanship is as good as ever, but it's not like Lao Ye before me. Yesterday I went to eat his braised noodles, and it almost killed me."

Lao Zhang laughed and said: "You said Lao Ye, it's because I was sick a while ago and my tongue has lost its taste. It's not a problem. It will be fine after a while."

"I won't dare to eat it even if it lasts for a while, eh, it tastes good!"

Su Chen pressed the fried dough sticks into the pot, stirred them, put them in his mouth, and took another bite happily. Suddenly he frowned and turned to look in the direction of his grandma's house.

Why did the sound of gongs and cymbals suddenly become more intense?

Is there something wrong with the legal affairs?

It shouldn’t be.

Although Yingying was still pregnant with her child when she died tragically and was filled with resentment, this resentment should have gone away after Abao was arrested.

Thinking of Su Chen, he quickly ate the remaining fried dough sticks, gave the money, and walked to grandma's house with the remaining half of the fried dough sticks.