"I really don't know this? Why do you ask this? ”

"It's okay, just ask!"

"Auntie, do you know anyone who is seriously ill?"

"I don't know!"

"Auntie, you know..."

"I don't know!"

"Have you heard of anyone in your community who is seriously ill?" Xiao Lizi leaned against the door frame of the security room.

"I don't know!" The security guard thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Can you help me inquire?" Xiao Lizi took out the papers. "Just ask in private, don't make a noise!"

"Okay, okay, got it!" The security guard, who ignored him, stood up and nodded.

"Call me when you find out!" Xiao Lizi said and wrote down his phone number at the back of the registration book.

"Good, good!" The security guard nodded repeatedly.

"Who in your neighborhood is seriously ill?" Liu Yang walked to the door of the security room and showed his documents directly.

"This? No! The security guard shook his head for a moment.

"Really, not?" Liu Yang asked questioningly.

"Not really!" The security guard shook his head affirmatively.

"Okay, got it!" Liu Yang turned around and walked towards the next community.

"Sister, how did you sell this apple?" Chang Ping asked, standing in front of the fruit stand.

"Six dollars a pound." The stall owner glanced at the apple that Chang Ping pointed to and replied.

"So expensive? Two apples are almost a pound! Chang Ping picked up an apple and weighed it.

"Well, almost!" The stall owner nodded.

"Come, weigh me two pounds." Chang Ping began to pick and choose, took the bag and put it inside. "Alright, that's all!" After picking it, he handed the apple to the stall owner. "How are bananas sold?"

"Bananas for two pieces of five." The stall owner glanced back.

"Okay, give me half of it!" Chang Ping picked up a plate of bananas and handed it to the stall owner.

"Okay, what more?" The stall owner took it and said.

"This pear looks so good!" Chang Ping picked up a pear.

"This is a pear just now, it's watery and sweet, why don't you have some?" Enthusiastic introduction from the stall owner.

"Hey, I can't send pears to the patient, so forget it. How do you sell oranges? Chang Ping put down the pear and picked up the orange.

"Oranges cost two dollars a catty, five yuan and three catties." The stall owner set aside the apples and bananas.

"Then give me ten dollars." Chang Ping said.

"Wow!" The stall owner's smile widened. "What more do you want?"

"Something else? No more! Chang Ping looked at the fruit in front of him and shook his head.

"Look at the patient, how much fruit is enough!" The smile on the stall owner's face disappeared halfway, and he glanced at the fruit Chang Ping had bought.

"Hey, eldest sister, you don't know, I'm here to see our manager, terminal cancer, even if he buys more, he can't eat!" Chang Ping said with a look of regret. I'm sorry Manager Song, you didn't pay me a salary.

"Huh? That's it! The stall owner handed the fruit to Chang Ping, looking surprised.

"Who's to say it's not, it's not even 40 years old!" Chang Ping shook his head and sighed. "How much is the eldest sister?"

"It's a total of twenty-three pieces of six, you can give twenty-three!" The stall owner replied with a smile.

"Okay, give you the money!" Chang Ping handed the money to the stall owner.

"Give you change, come back next time!" The stall owner said with a smile.

"Okay!" Chang Ping smiled and nodded. It seems that this piece is gone, and a few nearby stall owners should be able to hear it so loudly just now, but no one answered, and if there were, they would definitely echo themselves.

Chang Ping walked around the market with fruits, and after a while, he picked up several bags of fruits in his hands. He stopped to look at the vegetable and fruit section, which had turned around and found no useful information, so it seemed that he could only go to the meat section.

Chang Ping carried a bag in his hand and only looked at it in the meat area, and he really couldn't lift it anymore.

"Boss, you give me this pigskin to deal with, there is still hair on it, I can't eat it when I go back!" An old lady stands in front of a butcher stall.

"Okay, wait a minute!" The boss turned around, picked up a stone, pressed the meat against the case, and began to rub it.

Chang Ping watched this scene and stopped, and a blood-soaked palm appeared in his mind. Was it wrong in the first place? The palms of the hands are not ground with sandpaper, but with this razor stone? What would I do if I were a murderer? Then I'm sure I'll do some cover-up as well.

"Some meat?" The stall owner interrupted Chang Ping's train of thought.

"Huh? I don't want meat, there is no pig skin, I just need the skin to go back and make skin jelly! Chang Ping shook his head and said.

"Yes, how much?" The stall owner looked at Chang Ping.

"How much is a pound?" Chang Ping asked.

"Eight dollars a pound!" The stall owner replied.

"Give me two catties, and by the way, deal with the hair!" Chang Ping said.

"Wow!" The stall owner agreed to dig out the pigskin from a pile of minced meat and treat the hair on it with a shaving stone.

Chang Ping's eyes stared at the scraping stone and rubbed against the flesh skin, and in his mind he replaced the flesh skin with the palm of his hand, and the shaver wiped it once to bring up a piece of flesh and blood, until the skin and flesh of the entire palm of the hand disappeared.

That's right, it's handled with this thing. Thinking of this, I began to look around.

"Boss, do you have any stalls for rent in this area?" Chang Ping was still staring at the flesh.

"Stalls? There's one in the left corner, so you can go over and check it out! The stall owner rubbed the pigskin and replied.

"Okay, you deal with it first, I'll go over and take a look, and I'll be back in a while." Chang Ping glanced behind his left.

"That's not good, I don't want you to deal with it now, didn't I deal with it in vain?" The stall owner stopped what he was doing.

"So, I'll give you the money first, right?" Chang Ping put the bag on the ground, took out the money and handed it to the stall owner.

"Do it!" The stall owner borrowed the money and nodded, and continued to rub the pigskin.

Chang Ping picked up the fruit and strode to the left corner, and when he got closer, he saw a stall with a sign for sublease and a phone number on it.

"Hello, has this stall been turned out?" Chang Ping asked the stall owner next to him.

"This? Not yet! The stall owner looked at it and shook his head.

"Do you know why the boss is going out?" Chang Ping asked.

"Hey, poor couple, they are very good, and the young man can also do the daughter-in-law and be beautiful, but I didn't expect the daughter-in-law to be seriously ill, so I won't open it!" The stall owner shook his head and sighed.

"Is my daughter-in-law seriously ill? What disease? How long has it been since I came? Chang Ping's eyes lit up, and he deliberately controlled the excitement in his heart.

"It seems to be some kind of cancer, I haven't come here for more than a month, and a few people have come to see it before, but the young man has not bothered to come back when his daughter-in-law is out to see a doctor, so he has not rented it out!" The stall owner replied.

"Is this the stall owner's phone?" Chang Ping asked, pointing to the phone number on the sublease sign.

"Well, yes!" The boss nodded.

"Do you know what your last name is?" Chang Ping took out his mobile phone and asked.

"The surname is Hao!" The boss replied.

"Thank you!" Chang Ping nodded in thanks and dialed the phone number on the sublease sign......

(I'm sorry, because I want to sign a contract, so I have the cheekiness to ask you for tickets every day, I hope you will support more)