Officer Lin suddenly changed as if he was a different person, which frightened Zhang Sanmad all of a sudden.

"I ...... I'm crazy, but I'm not too stupid...... I'm complaining from Qingshan Village!"

Zhang San stammered and replied.

When Officer Lin heard this, he immediately became vigilant: "You are from Qingshan Village, but that Qingshan Village in Daqingshan?"

"What's the matter, have you been to my village?" Zhang Sanmad was also stunned, he didn't expect that his small village was quite famous.

"Uh...... No, no, haven't been!"

Officer Lin's face was not so serious, and he waved his hand and asked in a low voice, "There was a murder in your village, but there is such a thing?"

"That's why I'm here!" I think this case is suspicious......" Zhang San replied excitedly.

"Shhhhh

"What, what are you afraid of at the gate of the Public Security Department?" Zhang San muttered frantically.

Officer Lin looked around vigilantly a few times and whispered, "It's a little special right now, my teacher is not at home!

"...... you there"

Zhang San is a bit of a dilemma. What he was looking for was Detective Li Qingwei, but he met his student crookedly. Moreover, this officer Lin looked nervous and looked even more nervous than himself.

"I'm looking for Detective Li!"

Zhang San shirked madly, to be honest, he was really frightened by Officer Lin's mysterious appearance, and faintly felt as if a net was slowly opening on top of his head.

Well, it seems that things are far from being as simple as you think. Zhang Sanmad hesitated and was in a dilemma.

"Why, you can't trust me?"

Seeing his hesitant appearance, Officer Lin lowered his face and urged:

"I'm the teacher's big disciple, who do you believe if you don't believe me? Hurry up, this is not the place to talk!"

Zhang Sanmad was urged by Officer Lin like this, and finally had no idea, so he had to "promise" to reluctantly pick up the provoking and go with him......

Zhang San is crazy, I don't know if it's good or bad. And at this moment in the same city, Ma Qizi had already set up a nest in Lao Liang's shack one step ahead of him.

The shack is smaller, but it's still a home.

At night, the dim light in the shack casts a hazy warmth. After dinner, Grandma Liang put on reading glasses to mend the holes in her clothes and pants, while she sorted out the waste and sundries in the house.

"Grandma, you took me in without even asking about my background, what if I am a murderer?"

The pestle asked casually while thinking about his own experience while busy working.

"You, a murderer?"

Grandma Liang pulled her reading glasses down to the bridge of her nose, stared at the pestle and squinted her eyes and smiled: "Well, I can't say!"

The pestle found that he was talking nonsense, and he was anxious all of a sudden: "What, do you really believe it?"

"Hehe, you kid ......" Grandma Liang smiled slightly, and Ji'er said seriously:

"It's hard to say whether you kill or not, you have a single line on your brow, this is called a prison pattern, such a person is in prison, you have to be careful not to learn badly!"

"Prison Plague ......"

The pestle was stunned, and muttered secretly in his heart: I can't imagine that an old woman who sweeps the street is quite accurate, but fortunately she has been wronged and imprisoned once!

Grandma Liang was stunned when she saw the pestle, turned her smile and gestured with the sewing needle in her hand and soothed:

"Don't be afraid, this line is not heavy, it is divided into a fork, this is called hanging needles and feet!"

"What do you mean by hanging needles and feet?" the pestle curious.

Seeing his serious appearance, Grandma Liang also put down her clothes and said seriously:

"This is a kind of physiognomy, as the old saying goes, what you think about in your heart every day will give birth to what looks. For example, the wicked have an evil appearance, the lonely person has a bitter face, the thief must be a thief, and the upright person has a righteous spirit and a gentleman's appearance. ”

When she said this, she pointed to the center of her eyebrows, and said meaningfully:

"You, this is the helpless appearance of the six relatives, and it is always unsatisfactory to have this pattern when you are young! Of course, the face is not all accurate. Fortunately, you are young, and your skin has not yet been shaped, as long as your heart and body are right, this line will naturally be gone, and maybe there will be nobles to help you, and you will turn evil into good fortune!"

"Oh......" Grandma Liang couldn't imagine that Grandma Liang was still a face-to-face master, and couldn't help chewing on the truth in her words.

After a long time, the pestle nodded deeply and gave Grandma Liang a thumbs up:

"Grandma, I didn't expect you to be a real person, but you would still meet each other!

"Eh, how can an old woman with a bitter face afford to be a nobleman!"

Grandma Liang smiled bitterly and waved her hand again and again, and sighed: "Child, life and death are fate, and wealth is in heaven and man!

"This ...... I don't know much about ......."

The pestle tilted his face and shook his head, as if he understood or not.

Grandma Liang unhurriedly bit off the sewing thread, and the clothes were mended. She handed the garment to the pestle, and while wrapping the needle and thread, she said earnestly:

"Well, it's hard to understand! It's okay, I'll understand it slowly...... However, there is a saying that this person is good at living, and it is also a way to live! Young people are like new clothes, if they don't wear them well, they will break, but being a person is not like clothes, and it is not easy to make up for a broken person!"

"Hmm!" Listening to Grandma Liang's words, the pestle was quite shocked in his heart, and his admiration arose spontaneously.

For the first time, he felt content with life. Now I have food and accommodation, and I have an extra grandmother, and I will come at two ends in three days!

In fact, the pestle originally looked down on the old woman and the tattered shack. He is determined to stay, and his desperation is only one of them, but his real purpose is to be sweet.

He believes that sooner or later, Gan Tiantian will know that he is good to her, and he will recognize him! When the time comes, he will take Gan Tiantian to a place where there is no dispute with the world, and live a quiet life incognito!

However, when he thought of Sweet and Sweet, he thought of the dead Wang Shuini again. When he thought of Wang Shuini, he couldn't think of the old man and that Director Shi, and the deep hatred in his heart burned faintly......

"What, what are you still thinking?"

Grandma Liang seemed to see through the pestle's thoughts, stared at him for a while, and said, "According to you, this hanging needle pattern has to be aggravated!"

"Uh......"

The pestle came back to his senses, but the contradictions in his heart could not be reconciled. Could it be that if you study well and be an upright person, you have to have revenge and not be bullied?

He felt that if this was the case, wouldn't he really bow his head to fate? Why do you still say that life and death have fate and don't believe in fate, and wealth is in heaven and man is heaven?

His heart fluctuated, and he couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart.

"Okay, how can a person who only lives in the past have his own tomorrow!"

Grandma Liang's eyes were full of vicissitudes but awe-inspiring light, and she said things far from being able to be said by an old woman sweeping the streets.

The pestle smacked her words, and couldn't help but wonder: This grandmother looks lonely and pitiful, but now why is she looking deeper and deeper...... Who is she?

Grandma Liang saw that the pestle was staring at her with strange eyes, and smiled slightly:

"What, don't you think my wife is ordinary? Hehe, tell you, I can read people's hearts!"

"Uh...... Can you read people's hearts?"

The pestle couldn't help but feel empty in his heart, as if he had seen everything through.

"Hahahaha," Grandma Liang couldn't help grinning, stood up and patted the pestle on the shoulder and smiled:

"Silly boy, do you really believe me? I'm kidding you! hehe...... Gotta go to the night market!"

Grandma Liang smiled and picked up the broken quilt on her bed and put it on the small wooden bed of the pestle, and instructed: "You go to bed early, and I will come back in the middle of the night and the quilt will be mine!"

After she finished speaking, she put on her headscarf and was about to go out, but when she went out, she half-lifted the curtain and turned her head, hunched her back and stared at the pestle with a smile:

"Hehe, I really don't know why you're staying?"

"Uh......" The pestle froze for a moment......