"Ahh......h Ahhh......h

"What are you afraid of?" I don't ......" Ding Fan said in a calm tone, looked at her kindly, and then took a few steps in, knocking his feet to look into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a chef wearing a dirty apron looked at Ding Fan who suddenly appeared tremblingly, and suddenly put down his right hand full of bloodstains, holding a piece of cloth in his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand were dripping blood.

It seems that when he heard that someone from the police station was coming, he was so frightened that he broke the plate and was busy wiping his hands.

Ding Fan quickly looked at the simple kitchen, the newspaper-pasted walls, the vegetables and spices placed in plastic baskets, and the two kitchen knives placed on the cutting board in an orderly manner, this is a typical small restaurant kitchen, and there are no clues to the crime at all.

"I'm sorry, go on, keep ......" Ding Fan's short man blushed and said a word of comfort, seeing that his thick lips were stammering something, he didn't say it for a while, so he kindly blamed and asked: "Brother, I'll just ask about other people's trivial matters, what are you nervous about?"

Blood was oozing from the man's fingers, and he seemed to be so nervous that he could hear the pounding of his heartbeat.

Ding Fan looked at him with hidden vigilance, patiently waiting for what he would do in the next second.

"Ahh......h

"You, what are you afraid of? I passed by the door of here, and I still wanted to eat, forget it, I was scared like this, disturb, alas, a pair of disabled people. Now Ding Fan can see that the couple who opened the store are deaf and mute, and when they saw the police, they were so frightened that they even hit the plates.

Coming out of the donkey meat restaurant, Ding Fan pushed his big motorcycle, like a member of the martial arts team behind the enemy line seen in a movie, hunched his body, his hands stretched long, arching his back, looking majestic, and full of inexhaustible strength.

As soon as he turned onto the cross street, he looked up and saw the old and heavy wooden sign of the Beishan Hotel, and saw the wide double doors that could walk in a large carriage, and he was secretly happy in his heart: "Is the hotel a public place or a two-story building, isn't this the house where the accident was rumored? Even if the monk runs away, the temple is still here, and I came." ”

When he arrived at the door of the hotel, he saw a middle-aged fat man with a bag running out of the door, hanging the bag on the handlebar, and was about to go out in a hurry.

"Comrade, are you from a hotel? I would like to ask personally. Ding Fan pressed the motorcycle horn and called the person to sound.

The man turned around, and under the three-seven point head shape, there was a pair of well-maintained faces with a round chin, and the originally chubby face was more well-proportioned because of the two mustaches on the lips.

He was putting a black thing on his arm, and when he saw Ding Fan, he couldn't help but change his expression, immediately calmed down, and said with a cautious smile: "I'm sorry, comrade policeman, there was an accident at the boss's house, his old lady didn't have breakfast in the morning, and I went without breakfast in the store, I just sent the guests to live somewhere else, and I lost dozens of dollars now, by the way, your old ......"

When he remembered the theme and looked at Ding Fan with some apologies, he was sorting out the black cloth strip he was wearing on his sleeve, with a white word of filial piety written on it, and he shouted embarrassedly: "Excuse me, this, there is no one else, help me prick the pin." ”

"What a coincidence, when will your boss Chen Beishan finish his work, I'll talk to him about something. Ding Fan saw that his feet were on the pedals, looking anxious and mourning, and asked unwillingly.

"Comrade, I forgot to tell you, I'm the accountant in the store, Lao Chen didn't say it, his old lady is gone, why don't you have to finish the first seven, the dead are the biggest, right? I'll tell him when I'm done, let him go to the office to find you." After the old accountant finished speaking, he pushed the cart and left, muttering gossip about the old man's death at an inopportune time, and the shop was busy now.

Ding Fan watched his back disappear at the downhill bend in disappointment, stood on the motorcycle and looked inside, without any movement, grabbed a stone on the ground, tried it on the stairs on the second floor, and threw it in the yard at once.

The moment the stone was thrown, he suddenly remembered the identity of the other party in his mind: people are suspicious objects at best, and they must not smash other people's glass all at once.

There was no sound inside, except for a few chickens cooing, and their voices were soft, as if they had been awakened from a dream, and there was no other sound.

He rode his motorcycle, slid down the dirt slope, then lowered the motorcycle to the base of the wall, took off his shirt, hung it on his arm, and walked down the street.

In the mid-80s, the land of China belonged to the tail of the high tide of worshipping soldiers, yellow military hats, yellow and green pants were everywhere, and he was a newcomer, and no one paid attention to him at all.

At the mouth of the alley next to the supply and marketing cooperative, in a dilapidated half-open wooden shed, an old man wearing a shabby yellow coat on his upper body was twisting a goatee, with a thin face, deep-set eye sockets, an eagle hooked nose not sniffing, and his ears were drooping down, and his thin body looked like a giant prawn, and like an old dog who was wheezing backwards.

"This, this female comrade, you go slowly, I see that you are impetuous, lacking in qi and blood, the prospect is confused, and the auspiciousness is unpredictable, tsk, isn't that just in front of you?" Suddenly, the old man seemed to have discovered something, shook the pure copper rattle in his hand, and shouted inscrutablely.

In the eyes of ordinary people, his voice was low and mysterious, unhurried, as if he reminded him so out of pure kindness, and he couldn't bear to see all living beings caught in fire and water.

The woman in the light gray suit on the road, in her thirties, wore a large gold ring on each of her chubby palms, and under her sparse eyebrows, a pair of eyes were small like threads, and she was covered with a strong smell of inferior perfume, which could not hide the indescribable smell on her body.

She took a few steps forward, turned her head and looked at the old man viciously, just a dozen glances, and suddenly shook off a disgusted look of "you are sick", shook her body, brushed her curly hair, and walked forward again.

"Interesting, this place is high and dense, and there are many fortune tellers......" Ding Fan stood behind a telephone pole, pretending to look at a large number of new and old movie posters posted on it, and he had already seen this scene in his afterglow, and couldn't help but sigh.

The fat woman had just walked a few steps in her half-heeled shoes, looked at the vegetable market in the distance, and kept muttering "psychotic, psychotic" in her mouth, and suddenly saw an empty shadow on the ground in front of her, and then suddenly stopped, and the foot that was long from the dirt pit suddenly pulled back, squatted on the ground and shouted silently: "Ahh ”

The black hole on the road in front of him, straight and without a slope, more than a meter deep, a bloody dog skin crawling with flies, and then looking down, two small fat hands were exposed outside a white cloth wrapped in flesh.

"Ah, dead boy, scared me to death, someone. "That little fat hand should be a dead child, the scene in the black hole flashed in her mind, and the woman seemed to have lost her soul, and her hands trembled inexplicably.

In fact, she didn't know that although she shouted hoarsely, her voice was actually very small under fear, and there were few people on the road at noon, and no one came to help her, but the old man seemed to be a benevolent master who saved people in danger, shaking the bell unhurriedly, chanting words, and shouting fully: "Change your life against the sky, tell your fortune in person, change your life against the sky......

Ding Fan really wanted to go up and kick him twice, this guy's shouting level was more seductive than the ear-eye fried cake seller on the street of Yanjing City, and the penetrating power of that sound was definitely no less than the baritone of the vendors who sharpened scissors and kitchen knives for generations.

The fat woman stood under the scorching sun, sweat flowed down her neck, when she took out a handkerchief to wipe her face, she seemed to wake up like a dream and looked at the old man behind the left, and her eyes suddenly lit up, the old man sat on the stool, and behind her head was a hanging yin and yang gossip map, which seemed to have a kind of divine power to subdue demons and eliminate demons, giving her a sense of security.

"Master, master, I think ......" The fat woman walked towards the stall, her anxious heels dragging on the concrete floor with a screeching sound.

The old man gently put down the rattle, listened attentively, his slightly closed eyes blinked twice, his nose leaned forward, as if he smelled something, as if he remembered something, and said slowly: "Is there something wrong......? Cough, the old man is going to the South Gate Warehouse Boss Liu's house to eat wine, his family just got a dragon and phoenix fetus, three months ago his old lady came, she was pregnant with a girl, the old man saw that she was kind-hearted, temperamental, only a little spell, this matter can not be delayed, after all, it is a good thing. ”

After speaking, he put the book on the stone next to him, patted his clothes, looked at her again with a pair of blind eyes, and said firmly: "I advised you not to leave just now, you still don't believe it, even if you escape this catastrophe, it is estimated that there will still be a bloody disaster." ”

The woman's chubby body, the waist pole stood straight, the hands and neck showed thick sweat pores, and now it was oozing sweat, and the old man's lukewarm attitude was seen, and he sorted out his clothes, slowly squatted down, and said reverently: "Old man, you are too godly, I just went to the South Gate Lao Liu Warehouse to eat wine, and I didn't see a pit when I was in a hurry." ”

The old man's face sank, and his blind eyelids glanced at the intersection to the south behind him, looking a little displeased.

"Make it up, you just make it up, see if people don't scratch you, there's a good show to watch......" Ding Fan heard it clearly from seven or eight meters away, secretly thinking that you, an old god, will have to show your original form in a while, as long as this woman fights with you, the police will immediately take you in, saving you from immorality and pretending to be a ghost.

"It's not early, I should go, Mrs. Liu is so fast-talking, she won't be able to see me when she eats for a while, and she can't send me cigarettes and alcohol home." The old man said, continuing to hold the rattle and fumbling for it into a worn-out yellow bag.