As soon as his words came out, Song Li and I looked like ghosts.

On the way to Zhao's house, Song Li and I bit our ears: "Did your senior brother take the wrong medicine?" "I usually don't even eat greasy dishes, and the clean man whose shirt is always as white as ever, actually wants to help people kill chickens.

"Maybe it's for another purpose." Song Li said, but there were clear incomprehensions and doubts in his eyes.

I Nunu mouthed, but I turned my head and saw Lao Zhao's wife with a big face facing this side, staring straight at Song Li, which startled me.

When she saw me find out, she grinned, her eyes still glancing at Song Li, and occasionally at Bai Ming'an, who was walking with Lao Zhao in front of her. It's a pleasure to admire.

I pulled the corners of my mouth, handsome guy, everyone loves to watch it, call him a young girl or a middle-aged gossip woman.

"It's here, Brother Song, please take a seat." Mrs. Zhao was very enthusiastic, turned her head to her man and ordered, "You and this little brother Bai go to the kitchen and kill the chicken." He smiled at Bai Ming'an again, "He's rude, this is bothering you." ”

Bai Ming'an's face was light: "No." I walked into the kitchen with an angry old Zhao.

In the living room, I was eating fruits, and by the way, I watched Mrs. Zhao take all kinds of care for Song Li, and even took out the brand-name chocolates that my son sent from abroad and couldn't eat.

"Come on, try it, it's a big brand." Mrs. Zhao smiled, grabbed three or four and stuffed them into his hand. This chocolate is exquisitely packaged, and the box looks magnificent, but there are actually a total of ten pieces.

After looking at the remaining six chocolates, Mrs. Zhao took the opportunity to close the box and smiled kindly at me on the side: "It's not good for the little girl to eat chocolate, she will get fat." He hurriedly handed me the pears on the table.

Look, this is a typical patriarchy, beautiful men in front, I have pears to eat well. I pulled the corners of my mouth at myself and made a grateful gesture: "Ah, it's a pear, I like it the most." ”

Song Li chuckled, threw a piece of chocolate over, and held the remaining three in the palm of his hand, and was not in a hurry to eat it.

Ping-pong in the kitchen, from time to time there was the sound of hen's wings fluttering and Lao Zhao calling, Mrs. Zhao frowned, and shouted to this: "Hey, you guys are light!" We're going to talk here! ”

Lao Zhao shouted again: "Ah, it's still moving, moving!" ”

Bai Ming'an's calm voice came out: "You press its neck hard, and I'll deal with the rest." ”

Lao Zhao Yan obeyed: "Good ......"

It seems to be going well, and it is a lot quieter all of a sudden.

In the living room, Song Li chatted with Mrs. Zhao for a while, and brought the topic to the neighbor Deng's house, Mrs. Zhao is a loyal gossip lover, Song Li just started, she spontaneously shared all kinds of old gossip.

"Let me tell you, the Deng family's family is honest, they are good people, and they have never done anything bad in their lives. When I was young, the two old people worked hard, and finally earned money, and when life was good, I had a son and daughter-in-law, but I didn't expect my daughter-in-law to be so ......."

I suddenly interjected on the side: "I really haven't done anything bad?" "It's not that I'm dark, in the days of sales, I've seen a lot of people with all kinds of high quality in front of them, and low morality in the back, it's not that there are no good people in the world, but people are not sages, and they are a little bit at fault.

Sure enough, when I said this, Mrs. Zhao's eyes rolled: "Not really, about two or three years, at that time, Zimao had just graduated, and the second elder of the Deng family bought a car for his son." One day Zimao came back from overtime, maybe he was too tired, and he bumped into someone on the way! ”

"It's unfortunate that he died on the spot." She sighed: "Coincidentally, it was a young child who bumped into it, or a neighbor who lives in the same community." Later, it seems to be private. ”

I frowned when I listened: "Private? ”

Mrs. Zhao nodded: "Yes, Mother Chen wanted to sue at the beginning, but the Deng family invited a barrister to come over to negotiate and explained the pros and cons. ”

Also hired a lawyer? My gut told me that things were nowhere near as simple as she said they were. Otherwise, in the hospital, when Bai Mingan asked Deng Zimao, why didn't he mention it? Deng Zimao should not be unimpressed by such a major event as a car accident, and when he asked Deng's father and Deng's mother, their reactions were also very strange.

"Oh, yes. There's one thing that's a little strange. Mrs. Zhao remembered and said, "It's been half a year, one day I met Zimao and wanted to comfort him, but he looked at me with a puzzled face, as if he didn't know anything." ”

Hearing this, Song Li and I glanced at each other. It seems that Deng Zimao really doesn't remember. There is a medical example of this, where a person has suffered a major trauma and the brain is very likely to get rid of that part of the memory. Killing an innocent person, Deng Zimao probably couldn't accept this kind of trauma, so he chose to forget.

So Deng's father and Deng's mother kept silent, is it also to protect their son?

I was wondering, Song Li threw another chocolate, and at the same time inadvertently mentioned the single parent and lost a child, saying that she was really pitiful.

Mrs. Zhao said: "It's quite pitiful to lose your only son, but I heard that the Deng family lost a lot of money." Chen's mother is also a long-term lover, and she has been living in the back building, and she is alone, which is quite miserable. ”

The old house with the wallpaper peeling off suddenly flashed in my mind, and I couldn't help asking, "Is the building you are talking about the one about two streets past the Deng family?" ”

Mrs. Zhao nodded again and again: "Yes, that's the building." I went to visit her a few years ago. ”

It was such a coincidence that the woman I saw was Chen's mother. This thing is rare, Chen's mother's black long-handled umbrella has a ghostly atmosphere, her only son was killed by the Deng family, and 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 also thoughtful, I guess I thought of it, I nodded at 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 his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his white and powerful forearms.

A rush of blood rushed over, and I covered my nose and took a step back: "What's that?" ”

Song Li also followed, looked at his hand, his handsome face froze slightly, revealing a trace of mockery: "When did you also use chicken blood, don't you hate blood the most?" When I was a child, the master asked you to bandage the injured pigeons, but you refused. ”

Chicken blood? In that bag is the blood of the flying hen just now?

Bai Ming'an glanced at him indifferently: "It has nothing to do with you." He walked towards the door.

I hurriedly followed, and Song Li behind me looked at Bai Ming'an's back, thought for a while, and then said goodbye to the Zhao family and his wife, and the three of them returned to the hotel together.

First go back to their respective rooms, and then meet in my room.

The bag in Bai Ming'an's hand was gone, Song Li raised his eyebrows, I walked around the room, told all the clues, and finally asked the two of them what to do next.

Unexpectedly, Bai Ming'an and Song Li pondered for a moment, and said in unison: "Go find that lawyer to ask for clarification." ”