Probably because the woman answered his words, and because the old fortune teller had no one to patronize his stall, he dragged his little horse to the two of them.

Looking at the woman's appearance, the old gentleman said: "Look at your age, compared with people ten years older than you, it still looks vicissitudes." People can't be resurrected after death, and the pain of the living is a little painful, but the most important thing for the living is to take good care of their bodies! There is a saying that 'good people don't live long, and disasters will last for a thousand years', I think you should call the police to deal with it, and we can't interfere in this industry. ”

Hearing this, the woman tugged at the corners of her mouth, and smiled more ugly than crying.

"Yes, I'm only twenty-six years old this year, only one or two years older than Aunt Zhu's Lily, you always say that I'm not old, and I can imagine my mood when I see myself in the mirror. However, my maid is pitiful, she didn't live to ten days after she was born, and she disappeared so inexplicably, and I am unwilling to seek justice for my maid! ”

When she spoke, she pounded her heart vigorously, looking out of breath, and with her skinny appearance now, she looked very pitiful.

"Then call the police! You suspect the cause of your daughter's death, why don't you believe that the police can find the truth for you? Kwon Seung-nam had difficulty understanding her thoughts and practices, "You are a human being, and even if your family helps you, they don't know how to deal with it." The only people you can trust are the police, who will let them conduct the most professional investigation while your daughter's bones are still cold. If you continue to drag it on, your daughter's bones will turn to ashes, and even the gods will not be able to find any evidence. ”

"Yes, I should have called the police, I should have called the police!"

The woman muttered a few words, then stood up and took down the little horse she had been sitting on.

Soon, there was a trace of bitterness on her face, as thick as ink.

"But I don't know where they buried the girl! How can the police help me? And you can't arrest people for no reason! At that time, I was in confinement, grief-stricken, my husband said that he didn't want me to see Yaya's body, so he took Yaya away with the old witch, saying that it had been buried, and invited a monk to exceed! ”

Kwon Seung-nan sighed and took out a pen and paper.

"I took you a hundred yuan, so I'll calculate for you where my daughter will bury." Thanks to Li Xiaoyan's more traditional method, she buried her granddaughter's body in a dustpan in the suburbs, and then buckled the dustpan upside down on it, instead of burning it clean.

In this way, the ghost of a child who dies before weaning is called a ghost.

After saying that, Kwon Seung-nan waved it on the paper and handed it to the woman who had not said her name from beginning to end.

The woman took the note in her hand and stared at it deadly, if her eyes were like a knife, I am afraid that the note would have been burned to ashes, but fortunately her eyes could not hurt the note in the slightest, and soon held it in the palm of her hand.

"Master, my name is Zhao Hongyan, wait for me to seek justice for Yaya, and thank you again!" Without hesitation, he turned and left.

Looking at Zhao Hongyan's back, the old fortune teller asked Quan Shengnan, "Little girl, you say, did her daughter kill her mother-in-law?" That day, I saw that her mother-in-law was not easy to get along with, and it was rare to see a bitter and mean appearance. ”

Quan Shengnan lowered his head and put the banknotes into his wallet, and said lightly: "Whether it's up to the police to decide, I don't know." ”