As soon as his words came out, Song Li and I both looked like we had seen a ghost.
On the way to Zhao's house, Song Li and I whispered, "Your senior brother has taken the wrong medicine."
The germaphobic man who usually doesn't even eat greasy food and whose shirts are always as white as ever, actually wanted to help others kill chickens.
"Maybe there is another purpose."
Song Li said, but there was clearly confusion and doubt in his eyes.
I pursed my lips and turned my head, only to see the big face of Lao Zhao's wife facing this way, staring directly at Song Li, which shocked me.
When she saw me, she grinned, her eyes still looking at Song Li, and occasionally at Bai Ming'an who was walking with Lao Zhao in front of her.
It was a pleasure to appreciate it.
I twitched my lips, "Everyone likes to see handsome guys, no matter whether they are young girls or middle-aged gossipy women."
"Here we are, Brother Song, please sit down."
Mrs.
Zhao was very enthusiastic and turned to her man and ordered, "You and this Brother Bai go to the kitchen and kill the chicken."
She then faced Bai Ming'an with a smile on her face, " He has rough hands and feet, and this is causing trouble for you."
Bai Ming'an's face was calm: "No."
He walked into the kitchen with Lao Zhao who looked angry.
In the living room, I ate fruit and watched Mrs.
Zhao taking care of Song Li.
She even took out the brand-name chocolates that my son had sent from abroad and had been unable to eat.
"Come on, have a taste, this is a big brand."
Mrs.
Zhao smiled, grabbed three or four and stuffed them into his hand.
The packaging of this chocolate is exquisite, and the box looks grand, but in fact, it only contains ten pieces in total.
After looking at the remaining six chocolates, Mrs.
Zhao closed the box and smiled kindly at me: "The little girl is not good at eating chocolate, she will gain weight."
She quickly handed me the pears on the table.
Look, this is a typical preference for boys over girls.
The handsome man comes first.
I can eat pears if I have them.
I twitched the corners of my mouth in a self-deprecating manner and said, "Ah, it's pears.
I like to eat them the most."
Song Li chuckled and threw a chocolate over.
He held the remaining three in his hand and was not in a hurry to eat them.
There was a ping-pong-pong-pong in the kitchen, and from time to time, the sound of hens' wings flapping and Old Zhao's calls could be heard.
Mrs.
Zhao frowned and shouted to the room: "Hey, please be gentle, we have to talk here."
Lao Zhao shouted again: "Ah, it's still moving, moving."
Bai Ming'an's calm voice came out: "You hold its neck firmly, and I will handle the rest."
Old Zhao said: "Okay" It seemed to be going well, and it suddenly became quieter.
In the living room, Song Li chatted with Mrs.
Zhao for a while, and then brought the topic to the neighbor Deng's house.
Mrs.
Zhao was a loyal gossip lover.
As soon as Song Li started, she spontaneously shared all kinds of old gossip.
"Let me tell you, to be honest, the Deng family is a good person and they have never done anything bad in their lives.
When they were young, the two elders worked hard and finally made money.
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After their life got better, they got married again.
Son and daughter-in-law, I didn’t expect that my daughter-in-law would be like this this time.”
I suddenly interjected: "I really haven't done anything bad."
It's not that I'm shady.
During the days when I was working in sales, I saw a lot of two-faced people with high qualities in front of them but low morals in others.
It's not that there are no good people in the world, it's just that No one is a sage, and everyone has some faults.
Sure enough, when I said this, Mrs.
Zhao's eyes rolled back: "Not really, maybe two or three years ago.
At that time, Zi Mao had just graduated, and the two elders of the Deng family bought a car for their son.
One day, Zi Mao worked overtime.
When I came back, maybe I was too tired, so I bumped into someone on the road."
"He died on the spot.
It's really unfortunate."
She said with a sigh: "It happened to be that the person he hit was also a young child, and he was a neighbor who lived in the same community.
It seemed that they had an affair later. " I frowned and said, "It's private."
Mrs.
Zhao nodded: "Yes, Chen's mother wanted to sue at first, but the Deng family invited a barrister to negotiate and explained the pros and cons.
Chen's mother probably thought that she would not win the lawsuit, so she agreed to go private. ”
I also hired a lawyer who intuitively told me that things were far from as simple as she said.
Otherwise, in the hospital, when Bai Ming'an asked Deng Zimao why he didn't mention such a big thing as the car accident, Deng Zimao shouldn't have been unimpressed.
When he asked Deng's father and Deng's mother, their reactions were also very strange.
"Oh, by the way.
There is one thing that is a bit strange."
Mrs.
Zhao remembered it.
"It happened about half a year ago.
One day I met Zimao and wanted to comfort him, but he looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, as if It’s like not knowing anything.”
Hearing this, Song Li and I looked at each other.
It seems that Deng Zimao really doesn’t remember.
There are examples of this in medicine.
When a person encounters a major trauma, the brain is very likely to discard that part of the memory.
Deng Zimao probably couldn't bear the trauma of killing an innocent person, so he chose to forget it.
Then Deng's father and Deng's mother kept silent, was it to protect their son?
While I was wondering, Song Li threw another chocolate over and at the same time casually mentioned Mother Chen, who was a single parent and had lost her son, and said she was really pitiful.
Mrs.
Zhao said: "It's very pitiful to lose our only son, but I heard that the Deng family lost a lot of money.
Chen's mother is also a long-term lover.
She has been living in the building behind, all alone.
It’s pretty miserable.”
The old house with peeling wallpaper suddenly flashed into my mind, and I couldn't help but ask: "Is the building you are talking about two blocks away from the Deng family?"
Mrs.
Zhao nodded repeatedly: "Yes, that's the building.
I went to visit her a few years ago."
What a coincidence, the woman I met was Mrs.
Chen.
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This thing is rare.
The black long-handled umbrella in Chen's mother's house has a ghostly spirit.
Her only son was killed by the Deng family.
Now the Deng family's daughter-in-law Lin Xiaoru is like this again.
It all seems to be connected.
I looked up at Song Li.
His eyes were thoughtful, and he was probably thinking about me.
I nodded to him, got up and walked to the kitchen, wanting to call Bai Ming'an.
As soon as he walked over, he came out with a plastic bag and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his white and strong forearms.
A burst of blood rushed over me.
I covered my nose and took a step back: "What is that?"
Song Li also followed over and took a look at his hand.
His handsome face froze slightly, revealing a hint of ridicule: "Since when have you used chicken blood?
Don't you hate blood the most?
When you were a child, the master asked you to give it to injured pigeons."
You don’t even want to bandage me.”
The bag of chicken blood is the blood of the soaring hen just now.
Bai Ming'an glanced at him indifferently: "It has nothing to do with you."
He stepped towards the door.
I hurriedly followed.
Song Li behind me looked at Bai Ming'an's back and thought for a moment.
Then he said goodbye to the Zhao family and his wife, and the three of them returned to the hotel together.
First we went back to our respective rooms, and then we gathered in my room.
The bag in Bai Ming'an's hand was gone, and Song Li raised his eyebrows.
I walked around the room, telling all the clues, and finally asked the two of them what to do next.
Unexpectedly, Bai Ming'an and Song Li thought for a moment and said in unison: "Go to the lawyer and ask for details
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