The King of the City

When the old man was talking, Lin Chen's eyes were looking at the house where the old man lived.

This is a small house built next to the main building. The area is not large. The walls are only painted with a layer of cement, not white powder. The house is very simple. This kind of house is usually used as a utility room. .

Although the house is simple, the furnishings inside are well-organized.

The bowls and chopsticks on the small dining table are clean, the quilt on the chuang is neatly folded, a lot of iron nails have been driven into the wall, and clothes are hung on it. .

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This house looks simple, but it is well-organized. There is a black and white photo on the wall. It is an old woman with a kind smile. It should be the old man's wife who passed away.

After looking at it again, Lin Chen reached out and touched his nose, thinking that he had already made up his mind.

At this time, the old man took out two stools from the small dining table, put them in front of Lin Chen and Zhang Tian'an, and said, "Girl, young man, sit down, I have nothing for you to eat here, and you don't look down on it. I'll go get you a glass of water."

"Old man, you're welcome, we are not thirsty." Zhang Tianai said, not wanting to trouble the old man.

The old man smiled and had kindness on his face. He said, "It's okay, just drink a glass of water."

After saying that, the old man walked to the simple stove, picked up the kettle on the ground, poured two cups of boiled water into the cup, and steam came out of the cup.

The old man turned his head and looked at the two of them: "Do you want tea? Last time I went to pick up things on the street, a family threw some tea leaves. I felt it was a pity, so I picked it up and drank it, and it tasted pretty good."

"Old man, no need, plain water will do." Zhang Tianan felt a sense of grief again when he heard this, this old man is pitiful.

"Young man, what about you?" The old man asked Lin Chen.

Lin Chen said, "It's the same, just boiled water."

The old man immediately handed the two cups to Lin Chen in front of Zhang Tianan, Zhang Tianan thanked him, and reached out to take them.

Lin Chen glanced at the cup in his hand and said, "Old man, do you still like to be clean? Not only is the house so neat and comfortable, but even the tea cups are wiped clean."

The old man sat opposite Lin Chen and Zhang Tian'an, his big rough hands on his knees, and said with a smile, "I like cleanliness since I was a child, and I have developed a habit. My wife often praised me when she was alive, saying Since she married me, she hasn't bothered about cleaning, and I've taken care of it all by myself."

Hearing this, Zhang Tian'an said, "I also hate to clean up the house. It would be great if I could find someone who loves cleanliness like the old man in the future."

Zhang Tianyu just said this casually.

When the old man heard the words, he immediately pointed to Lin Chen and said, "Little girl, the young man next to you is not bad. He is handsome and has a good heart."

Zhang Tian'an blushed at what the old man said. She didn't look at Lin Chen who was sitting beside her, and quickly changed the subject.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the slanting rain was hitting the iron door at the door with a loud noise.

After chatting with the old man for a while, Lin Chen looked at the old man and said, "old man, have you heard of the recent serial murder case at the bus stop?"

When the old man heard this, he nodded and said, "I heard, it seems that several people have died. A young man in this building has been arrested. Is the murderer identified now?"

"The murderer has not yet been determined, and the police have not yet had any definite evidence to prove that the person is the murderer." Lin Chen replied.

"Oh." The old man nodded.

"That's right." Lin Chen seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "Old man, are you familiar with the young man who was caught in this rental building? How does he usually behave?"

"They all live here and see each other often, but they haven't spoken much."

The old man looked like he was reminiscing: "That boy has some mental problems. He runs around all day and often carries a knife. Those children here are more afraid of him."

"Indeed." Lin Chen nodded and said, "He has some mental problems. Have any adults or children here been hurt by him, or cut with a knife?"

The old man thought for a while and said, "I only know that he wounded people. As for cutting people with a knife, I don't know if this happened or not. Anyway, I have never heard of it."

Lin Chen continued to ask the old man a few questions about Qi Hongyuan, as well as talking about the serial murder case at the bus station booth.

In the end, Lin Chen said to the old man, "Old man, it is still uncertain whether the guy with mental problems is the murderer. You have to be careful when you go out to scavenge waste at night like you. It's easy to be dangerous at night."

The old man took his hand off his knees, moved his feet, and said, "Well, I know, but I'm at this age, and I'm still a scavenger. A murderer wants to make money and kill his life. I won't choose an old man like me."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Zhang Tianan said subconsciously: "Old man, murder is not for the sake of money, and he does not take the money from the deceased after he kills."

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"Oh? Is there such a thing?" the old man said.

"Of course there is." Lin Chen said: "This murderer is really strange. He doesn't want money and is not greedy. I really don't know what his purpose is."

The old man also looked confused.

Zhang Tianan suddenly wondered what the old man eats every day, so he stood up and walked to the small dining table, picked up the vegetable cover and looked at it.

After Zhang Tianan saw the food that the old man was eating, he said that it was too nutritious. The old man also followed and said no, he always eats like this.

Lin Chen also started to walk in this room, his eyes fell on the old man's chuang.

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The chuang was neat and there was an old newspaper next to the chuang.

Lin Chen walked over, picked up the old newspaper, glanced at the time of the newspaper, and flipped through it.

"Uncle, you like reading newspapers." Lin Chen looked like I liked it very much.

The old man blinked his eyes and said, "No, I wanted to use newspaper to paste the wall, but I couldn't find any glue, so I just threw it on chuang, boy, it's just an old newspaper, I picked it up, it's expired already."

"Oh, that's it." Lin Chen nodded with a smile, still flipping the newspaper with both hands.

Soon, Lin Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at one of the pages of the newspaper. After reading for a few seconds, he thought, "Could this be the motive?"