"The man who was tied into a rice dumpling in the courtyard is still alive. Two joints were dislocated. Other than that, he had no serious injuries. He was completely stunned because he was frightened. By the way, in addition to his neck, he also had seven other red lines on his body. They were all

It's a very thin bloodstain. I don't know what it was scratched by. The wound is very shallow, just like the oily skin has just broken and a little blood seeped out." Yu Yan said, shuddering, "The one on the neck is the same as the suspect.

The red lines drawn on Nie Ke's neck are in exactly the same position, and the red lines on his body are almost completely symmetrical. From a distance, it looks like this man has been cut into several pieces. Mr. Lan, where did you find this plug-in? Too

Creepy.”

Before Yu Lanchuan could figure out how to take the blame, Officer Yu was eliminated from the "suspect team", so he gave him a rather gloomy look: "Can't it be me?"

"You?" Yu Yan's eyes widened in shock, "Four...five people! Stop making trouble, you are old and cherish your life like a terminally ill cat. You have been fighting with others since you were a child. You have to report it to the teacher. At the age of seven

It’s impossible to look old.”

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

Yu Yan's expression became serious: "You don't know, or you can't tell?"

Yu Lanchuan: "Is there any difference?"

"If you just can't say it, it means you know him. I believe that your character and respect for life will prevent you from associating with a perverted murderer," Yu Yan said. "If you don't know, then what happened to the man who appeared in our area today?"

This person kind of keeps us awake."

Yu Lanchuan paused and waved his hand at him: "As for today's matter, it would be better if I acted bravely. When my brother passed here last week, he saw Xiang Xiaoman talking to one of them, so I came here to try my luck.

"

"Okay, leader, I'm relieved if you vouch for it." Yu Yan understood what he meant, and then sighed, "These people are a bit like desperadoes. They have all received professional training and can climb stairs with bare hands.

He was armed with so many controlled weapons, and yet he was defeated by a single person with his bare hands, without any casualties - Mr. Lan, are there really any masters in the world?"

Yu Lanchuan said: "It's rare but strange."

"No," Yu Yan said, "Let's take you for example. No matter which sect you belong to, your main occupation is still studying and working. If practicing swordsmanship and boxing delayed you from completing your graduation project, you would have stopped practicing a long time ago.

?Because this is not a craft that can make a living. Unless you become a fighting athlete, the competition in society is so fierce. Who has the time to spend so much energy studying these things?"

It is said that the main business of heroes in ancient times was "acting chivalrously and doing justice." However, this business has no future because collecting protection fees is a banned gangster behavior. It is not good to do justice and it is easy to break the law.

It is obviously uneconomical to study hard and be busy with work, and indulge in martial arts. On the contrary, those theft gangs and violent criminals are idle all day long, professionally engaged in sabotage, and will work tirelessly to improve their business level. They really have some skills in their hands.

What about Gan Qing?

Yu Lanchuan was lost in thought.

Drawing dismemberment diagrams on people is definitely not the way for a fighting athlete. Where did her kung fu come from? What did she do before, and why did she hang out in a trinket shop?

Of course, this is just the prejudice of Yu Lanchuan as an "academic master" and "elite" - they are a group of people who take "plans" and "forms" as the cornerstone of their souls, and all of them have clear career development plans and strict self-management

, in their view, those who are not professional, work for people everywhere, and have no judgment about the future are all "drowsy".

In fact, Gan Qing did not mess around. As a goddess, she worked very hard to trick customers into buying things.

Gan Qing unknowingly threw the wooden sign of "Wan Muchun" and let the alliance leader take the blame. He changed his clothes like a normal person and went to work. He explained to Boss Meng that he had gone out to purchase goods.

In the evening, she took matters into her own hands and sewed up the loose belt. She also deftly cut up the coat that could not be saved and changed it into a bag. The next day, her life and work returned to normal, and nothing happened.

In my heart, I was looking forward to heating and wages.

Seeing that it is getting colder and colder every day, it is difficult to sell trinkets made of metal and stone. She has prepared a batch of constellation scarves, gloves and lucky bags early, and her sales have increased instead of falling. The "lucky bags" have been selling particularly well——

It was actually a small embroidered cloth bag. The purchase price was two and a half yuan, with a piece of colorful paper charm stuffed inside. She painted it casually with a colored pen and sold it for twenty yuan each. Anyway, it was just like the koi carp on Weibo.

The same thing, faith leads to success.

Her basic salary is 1,500 yuan a month, and the rest is commission based on sales. In November, the commission was higher than the salary. After transferring the rent to the landlord, Ms. Zhang Meizhen, she still had 3,000 yuan left.

"I'm rich!" Gan Qing gave Boss Meng a fifty-yuan red envelope and paid him back, "Uncle Meng, I won't work with you today!"

"Then where are you going to eat? You're spending money blindly! When will you be able to live a good life!" Meng Tianyi sighed and walked out, "You spend it blindly as soon as your salary is paid, and you will burn out even if you have some money, and you can't find anything! At the end of the month, it will happen again

You have to be so poor that you have to beg for food—hey, I told you to find a place to pay social security on your own, have you paid it?"

Gan Qing stretched himself eight ways and said perfunctorily: "Next month, wait until I save some money, otherwise money is too tight."

"Last month drags on this month, and this month drags on next month! You are greedy and lazy! When have you never been in a hurry?"

Gan Qing listened with excitement and was ready to run away.

Boss Meng stopped her and took out a large bag of old books from the store: "Wait a minute, one of my brother's children has just taken the self-study exam, and I want his books back. Take it back and read it carefully.

If you are young, remember to take the exam yourself."

Gan Qing took it and it was so heavy that his hands dropped. He didn't want to live up to Boss Meng's kindness, so he had to hold his nose and carry it away.

Meng Tianyi: "You should be more careful!"

Gan Qing carried the book and waved to him as if he was boneless.

She left the back alley of Nitang, got on a bus, took out the book from her bag, flipped through it twice, and then stuffed it back without any interest - Boss Meng, a friend of his, might not have passed the exam himself, and only the first few pages had been read.

The traces on the back are cleaner than the face.

Gan Qing, who was "greedy and lazy", did not find a place to have a big meal. She didn't even eat. She sat on the bus until the terminal. She got off the bus and bought rice, noodles, meat and a bucket of oil. She walked a long way.

Came to an old community in the suburbs.

These things weighed dozens of kilograms, plus the big schoolbag given by Boss Meng. When she walked to the gate of the community, Gan Qing was already out of breath. She was sweating in the cold wind, and her right hand was shaking so hard that she couldn't hold the things.

I put down the heavy object, breathed into my hands that had no blood circulation, and ate a piece of chocolate.

Every morning and evening rush hour, when I see the huge crowds of people above and below ground, I feel that the population of Yanning is about to explode. However, there are so many secluded places here. When walking at night, not even a wild cat can be seen. It is desolate and quiet. Occasionally there are people

When they pass by, they even startle each other.

Not far away, someone flashed a flashlight, and Gan Qing raised his head. After a while, some shuffling footsteps were heard, and a skinny old lady came out. When she saw Gan Qing, she said somewhat cautiously: "Come, come.

Already?"

Gan Qing said "hmm" and leaned over to pick up the things: "Didn't you say there was no gas at home last time?"

The old lady saw that she was carrying so many things and tried to step forward to help. Gan Qing raised his hand to avoid her and said coldly: "No need."

The old lady's legs and feet were not very agile, so she followed her with difficulty, trying to find a topic awkwardly with a smile on her face, but she didn't know how to chat, and all she said were dry and stupid things, and she kept talking to herself all the way. When she saw Gan Qing

Ignoring her intention, he shut up in a sullen voice.

The old lady's house was on the first floor. It was small and cramped. The house was dark, probably to save electricity. When guests came, they hurriedly turned on the lights. The low-quality incandescent lamps kept flashing, illuminating all the furnishings in the house.

There was a bleak color. There was a "tick-tick" sound of water in the kitchen and bathroom. The faucet dripped water slowly, and a plastic bucket was used to catch the water. In this way, the water meter will not read, which can save water bills.

But the sound was disturbing.

There was a broken wooden dining table in the foyer, with one leg shortened and padded with scrap wood. There was a thermos on the table, a row of small medicine bottles, a half-eaten bowl of vegetable porridge and a small plate of pickled radishes.

"Cook some food for yourself." The old lady said cautiously, "Have you...have you eaten? A bowl of porridge?"

Gan Qing glanced at the kitchen and saw a few wilted vegetable leaves on the chopping board: "Picked it up at the vegetable market?"

The old lady whispered "Yeah" in a low voice.

Gan Qing took out a dozen cash from his pocket and handed it over: "If you don't have any money, just scream. What's the matter?"

The old lady took the money, but there was no joy on her face: "I am shameless in life. I am useless. I can't do anything. I keep taking medicine... Every morning when I get up, I wonder why I am not dead. I have been sitting there all day."

, there is not even anyone to talk to, I..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and wiped away tears: "How can I keep asking you for money? You are not my daughter... If my daughter were alive, I wouldn't be like this. My poor child..."

Gan Qing sneered and interrupted her: "If your daughter had no mother, she wouldn't have died so early."

After hearing this, the old lady burst into tears: "I hurt her, I dragged her down! But I am also doing it for her... It's okay for a man to make money to support his family and endure hardships outside. When he comes back and has a bad temper, it's okay, young couple.

When they were young, it was normal for them to argue and fight occasionally... Whose life is not like this? Just bear with it. If she gets divorced, where can she find a partner? She has no job, what will she eat? We

How can the two of us survive...who knows her temper...how could she end up on the road to death? I can't imagine..."

A blue vein popped up on the back of Gan Qing's hand.

But there are some people who live in the same world and look the same, but they don’t know what they have in their minds. Normal people will never know what they are thinking and will never be able to communicate with them.

She was inconvenient to beat up a trembling old lady, and she was too lazy to waste words. She raised her head and glanced at the black and white photo hanging on the wall - the photo showed a young girl with a gentle melancholy in her eyes, smiling at her.

.

"If it weren't for repaying your favor," Gan Qing thought expressionlessly before turning around and walking away, "I wouldn't have come to see your fucking mother."

She walked back through the night, got off the car at the intersection, and saw Yan Hao squatting at the entrance of the laundry at the intersection to feed stray cats.

Yan Hao whispered something to the cat in a low voice. When he saw someone approaching, he immediately shut up and tensed his back as if he had done something wrong. When she walked away, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The police had no actual evidence to prove that he was related to the theft. Although the note he posted outside Yu Lanchuan's window caused riots among residents, in general, he could not be blamed, so the "Public Security Management Punishment Regulations" decided to let him go.

By releasing him, he was on the verge of breaking the law.

But the story that he was taken away by the police in strange clothes has spread around the neighborhood. Rumors have wings and can spread rapidly. At first, some people said that he stole things, but the story of stealing things was soon added to the story, and it turned into stealing underwear.

Word spread, and somehow, "stealing underwear" became "molesting women."

Soon, everyone knew that the unusual-looking clerk in the laundry was a pervert, and even Boss Jiang's business became cold. Yan Hao, who was originally afraid of people, retreated deeper into his shell. In his world, only

The lonely Ayanami Rei and the stray cat.

Another hot topic nearby is the attempted murder of Xiang Xiaoman's husband. The case of Xiang Xiaoman and the mysterious criminal group was no longer under the jurisdiction of the police station and was handed over to higher-level departments.
To be continued...