"That's a bit suspicious of what you say." Meng Fan crossed his arms and said, "Do you know what clinic it is?" ”

"I just heard the proprietress in the herbal tea shop say that there is indeed a miracle doctor who treats leg diseases nearby, called Lame Zhang, but this person has only become famous since this year, and he said that he learned some fairy formula."

Meng Fan sneered, "Immortal Fang? Absurd. But it's a clue. Why didn't you say that until now? ”

"I thought you found out." She said innocently. Isn't it not common for the police to question the crowd around the scene to find witnesses or obtain favorable information when handling a case?

"You said the Chinese medicine doctor is around here?" Meng Fan asked.

"The proprietress just now said that it was in Baogong Lane, and it should be on this street."

The two looked down the street together, and sure enough, at the entrance of an alley that was only about one meter and a half, she saw an old yellowed individual Chinese medicine brand. "Isn't it here?"

"Zhang, Bing, Dong." Meng Fan read out the name on the sign word by word, "Go in and have a look." ”

The alley is very narrow, and the houses on both sides block a lot of light, and the whole alley looks quite dark. The green bricks on the ground were baked a little white by the heat, and even the dark green moss on the soil was baked gray and green by the weather. She followed Meng Fan into the Chinese medicine clinic in the dark alley. The iron door was mottled with rust, and the floor inside was paved with khaki-yellow checkerboard tiles—which used to be laid by many people, and a scoop of water poured on them quickly dried up, but perhaps because of the shabby color and style, few people use them now—and the curtains were a tidal grayish-white, lifeless against the edge of the windowpane. Entering the door is a large medicine cabinet, each drawer with different names of medicinal materials pasted on it, and next to the medicine cabinet is a wooden table, on which are scattered with medicinal scales, films and other medicinal things. To the right of the door is a white-painted desk, about a meter long, very old, with a lot of skin peeling off in some places, revealing the wood inside. There was a piece of glass with missing corners on the table, and there was nothing on it. There is a small door behind the desk, which is covered with a navy blue floral curtain, so that you can't see what's inside. There was a musty smell of herbs and a slight smell of rust wafting through the clinic, and she couldn't tell why, but she felt that the atmosphere was a little different from the TCM clinic she had visited. Is she too careful?

"Is anyone there, please?" Meng Fan asked loudly.

This Meng Fan didn't want to wait for someone to come out and ask him directly if he had killed anyone, right? She secretly stuck out her tongue and stood behind Meng Fan waiting to see the people's police handle the case.

"Who?" A hoarse voice came from inside the door curtain, like the sound of sandpaper rubbing. A rough hand lifted the curtain of the door, and the green tendons on that hand were bulging, like one leech after another clinging to the back of the hand. Immediately afterwards, a man in a white coat walked out of it. The man walked with a slight limp, looked to be in his fifties, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have been carved by a knife, his face was not particularly good, but his eyes seemed to be shining as if something good had happened.

"Are you the lame doctor who the neighbors said cured leg diseases?" Meng Fan didn't immediately take out his ID to reveal his identity.

"What miracle doctor? That's the neighbors' faces. Lame Zhang walked to the back of the desk step by step and sat down, his eyes looking back and forth between her and Meng Fan, "Which of you are uncomfortable?" ”

"It's not us, it's a friend of mine." Meng Fan said, "A few years ago, he was stabbed in the spine when he caught a thief, and as a result, he was half paralyzed. The hospital said that he would not be able to walk in the future, and I heard that there was a miracle doctor here, so I wanted to see if there was a way to cure him. ”

No way? If you have hemiplegia due to injury to your spine, it should be that the nerves connecting the brain and the lower body are damaged, because nerve cells cannot be regenerated, and I am afraid that there is really no way according to the current level of medicine. Meng Fan said that he deliberately tried to be lame, right? She was silent, waiting for the lame Zhang to answer.

"Catch a thief? What do you do? His lame eyes narrowed slightly.

"I'm a police officer." Meng Fan replied calmly.

"Police?" Lame Zhang looked at her again, "You too?" ”

She hurriedly waved her hand, "No, the two of us are old classmates, and the injured one is also our classmate, I am here to ask him today." Who knows if it's a classmate, and it's even a question of whether the person Meng Fan said about "catching thieves and getting injured" exists.

"You're a journalist?" Lame Zhang stares at her camera bag.

"No, just a photography enthusiast." She smiled.

"Oh......" limped and lowered his eyelids, not sure what he was thinking.

"Doctor, do you need to bring my friend along for you to diagnose?" Meng Fan asked again.

"Well, it's better to be like that." The lame Zhang muttered, "Otherwise, I can't feel the condition." ”

"Okay, doctor, what's your visit? When is it convenient to bring him over? Meng Fan said.

"If it's inconvenient for you to come during the day on weekdays, I'll see a doctor from 6 to 8 p.m. on Monday to Saturday and rest on Sunday." Lame Zhang said.

"Understood, thank you, doctor. Let's go first. Meng Fan didn't stop long and walked out.

She hastened to follow. Meng Fan's stride was so great that she almost had to trot to keep up with him. Inexplicably, do you do it so fast? It's not determined that the lame Zhang is a murderer! It wasn't until he walked out of the alley that Meng Fan stopped. "Hey, Mr. Policeman, what the hell is going on?"

"I remember you weren't running social news, right?" Meng Fan stared at her and asked.

"Hmm."

"That's good." Meng Fan nodded, "But if you don't tell this clue to others, nothing is clear now, if you talk nonsense, it may affect us to solve the case." ”

"Obstruction of justice, huh? I know. "Cut, I don't know anything now, what can she say?

"And!" Meng Fan accentuated his tone, "Don't go to that guy just now alone!" ”

"That guy just now...... You mean lame Zhang? Why? ”

"That guy isn't a good guy, don't mess around if you don't want anything to happen." Meng Fan warned.

She also felt that the lame Zhang gave her an uncomfortable feeling...... "How do you know he's not a good person?" She asked with a smirk.

"The instincts of the police!" Meng Fan said.

The police also rely on intuition in handling cases? She was dumbfounded, "Then your instinct must tell you that I'm not a bad person, right?" "Otherwise, why didn't you come to her again?

Meng Fan glared at her.

Hehe, this Officer Meng is really a good person who is simple and frank. "I see, I'm just a little away from here, I don't need to stare at people with my eyes." She still cherishes her little life very much.

"I suspect there is another very important reason for lameness." Meng Fan turned around to look at the clinic in the alley, "He smells of blood." ”

Yes? The smell of blood?!