I called Wang Xinmei and told her about my little sister's steamed buns clamoring to go to Yang Village, as well as her parents' attitude and arrangements for this matter. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And Wang Xinmei didn't hesitate much, because she had already dealt with Mantou before, and her only worry was that she might not be able to take care of such an elf and strange non-human.

I told her not to worry at all, her father would take care of everything, she just had to bring the steamed buns to Yang Village and provide her with a place to stay and cover accordingly.

Needless to say, I can imagine that with the temperament of steamed buns, she must be free and comfortable and don't like to be restrained.

So I don't expect Wang Xinmei to be able to control her.

Since she wants to go, let her play freely, and I intuitively think that she is unlikely to suffer at the hands of Yang Yingcui.

And Wang Xinmei only needs to call us at any time to inform us of the news when a new situation arises, and there is no need to think about taking care of the steamed buns, and maybe the steamed buns may still help her.

When the call was over, I turned around and prepared to go into the cellar.

However, a few minutes later, Wang Xinmei called again, and she said that she had already driven to the neighborhood and was going to pick up the steamed buns in person.

But I didn't know what happened suddenly, and the police temporarily closed the road to prevent traffic, so she asked me to deliver the steamed buns myself.

How did I not know about this news?

I hurriedly ran into the cellar to tell my father about it.

After all, the incident happened suddenly, and my father was also very surprised.

Fortunately, he had already arranged the magic circle on which the steamed buns depended, and the carrier was turned into a beautiful little snake bracelet by his father.

Dad explained that after I saw Wang Xinmei, I only needed to tell her to wear this hand on her wrist at any time, and he also explained that Wang Xinmei was not responsible for the words and deeds of the steamed buns at all.

In other words, the steamed bun can do whatever it wants, in addition to hiding on Wang Xinmei's bracelet, the steamed bun and Wang Xinmei can be regarded as well water and river water, each doing its own thing.

Then Mantou told me that she was ready to go.

I put the bracelet on my wrist in front of my father, then went out and pushed the motorcycle out and rode it to the agreed place.

As a result, I didn't go far, and just after passing Aunt Tian's breakfast shop, I noticed that something was wrong.

A police car was parked on the side of the road, a cordon was set up outside the small shop with the sign of the Bull Demon King, and a policeman stood on the side of the road to maintain order, and several other policemen were coming in and out.

Oh my God, it turned out that there was an accident in Aunt Tian's shop!

I wanted to ask the police officer on the side of the road, but he waved my hand and told me not to approach and to leave immediately.

I had to speed up and rush towards Wang Xinmei, I had to hurry up and hand over the steamed buns to Wang Xinmei, and then come back to find out what was going on here?

In a hurry, I could only secretly pray in my heart, hoping that Aunt Tian would be safe and sound, and that nothing had happened to her......

When I hurried back again, I saw two forensic doctors in white coats, one after the other, carrying a stretcher covered with white cloth to the car.

My heart couldn't help but tighten, and my heart said, "It's over, there's a murder!" Aunt Tian ...... her."

However, the police outside the cordon still forbade any onlookers, including me, to approach, and he still said: "Hurry up and go, there is nothing to see, don't affect the police handling the case!"

I had no choice but to do as he said, and hurried home on my motorcycle, intending to tell my dad the sad news.

As soon as I got off the motorcycle, I saw two policemen sitting in the courtyard, and my father was accompanying them, as if they were being questioned.

Seeing that I pushed my motorcycle into the small courtyard, the policeman's eyes looked at me.

Dad was busy introducing and said, "This is my son Jiang Heng, he goes there from time to time to eat breakfast, and he knows a little more about the situation of the Bull Demon King than I do." ”

The two police uncles were very kind, and they explained to me in a calm tone that this was just an ordinary visit and investigation, and hoped that I would tell them everything I knew so that the police could provide the necessary help to solve the case as soon as possible.

Of course, I impassionedly expressed that I will fully cooperate with and support their work, bring the murderer to justice as soon as possible, and avenge Aunt Tian!

The policeman's uncle, who was in charge of the questioning, immediately corrected me and said, "No, you must be mistaken, the victim is not the boss surnamed Tian, but a customer." ”

Huh, what the hell is going on!

Of course, the police uncle didn't have time to answer my questions in detail, on the contrary, they wanted me to provide as much useful information as possible.

Next, through some questioning, I learned the general facts of the case.

In fact, the whole process is not complicated, that is, a customer who eats breakfast accidentally drank a certain kind of liquor in Aunt Tian's shop, and he died all of a sudden.

And Aunt Tian usually just sells breakfast, and even she doesn't figure out how the bottle of wine that the guest drinks appeared in the store?

Yes, I told the police uncle the truth: I have been to this small shop of the Bull Demon King n times, and the snacks made by her family are delicious, and they are the closest to my house, I can prove that Aunt Tian has never sold alcohol, and the food provided by her family should be fine.

So, could it be that someone deliberately framed it?

Uncle police was noncommittal, and of course I knew that this was not something I could care about and judge.

Of course, the final authoritative conclusion must be made by the police, and I also believe that there is only one truth, and no one can guarantee whether this case can be solved or not.

The police uncle in charge of the interrogation is very experienced, and his questions are more detailed, seemingly rambling, but they are both logical and targeted.

Anyway, I answered everything based on what I knew.

For example, Yang Yingcui used to work in Aunt Tian's shop, and later offered to resign and leave, and she is still in contact with me.

In addition, I told the police that she was from Yang Village, and like me, she worked as a logistician for the expeditions organized by the county.

Because I only returned home from Yang Village last night, I also mentioned that I met Deputy Director Xu of the Tourism Bureau on the way.

I did not do this to prove myself and look for a backer, but to remind the police that Yang Yingcui should be given the necessary attention.

Of course, this is not something I can control, because the police always have to be based on facts when handling cases, and everything must be based on evidence.

I think that even if I don't say that the police will find out soon, I don't shy away from stating some speculations about my subjective direction, and how to judge and do it is their own business.

Around the same time, the policeman's uncle left.

I frowned and asked my father, "What's the matter with the wine?"

Dad shook his head and said that he didn't know, after all, it was a secret that the police knew.

At this time, my phone vibrated and there was a short message!

Moreover, it turned out to be sent by Yang Yingcui......