Although Song Ci motioned for the woman to sit down and said, the woman did not sit down after all, and still stood in place, carefully keeping a distance from Song Ci.

Instead, the man who stepped forward from behind took the initiative to sit down and said hello to Song Ci.

"Hello, Master." The man is also very respectful.

"Why do you call me a master?" Song Ci whispered.

At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and put it on the table to prevent others from treating him as a psychopath.

"We are a family of four, wandering in this world for decades, and we have seen countless Buddhist monks, Taoist masters, and folk masters, but they are all famous and famous, all of them are mortals, you are the only one who can see us and communicate with them, and call you a master, shouldn't you?"

The man is an extraordinary talker, and at first glance he is an educated and cultured person.

"Forget it, my surname is Song, you can call me Mr. Song." Song Ci waved his hand.

The man stood up and saluted Song Ci respectfully: "Jingzhou Zhang Changrong has seen Mr. Song. ”

After speaking, he introduced the three people next to him one by one.

His wife Ma Jinyu, daughter Zhang Yumei and son Zhang Yaozong.

Song Ci didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

At this moment, the little boy Zhang Yaozong ran to Song Ci again, he looked at him curiously and asked, "Are you an immortal?" ”

Saying that, he wanted to reach out and touch Song Ci's arm, Song Ci frowned slightly, you know, if the other party touches him and shows his figure, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain at that time.

At this moment, a hand next to him reached over and grabbed Zhang Yaozong's arm.

"Yaozong, it's too rude." Zhang Changrong said with a hint of anger on his face.

"Dad."

Seeing his father scolding him, Zhang Yaozong was silent, and seemed to be very afraid of his father.

And Ma Jinyu, who was watching from the side, stepped forward and quietly pulled his son over, Zhang Changrong saw this, his face was quite helpless, and he didn't continue to reprimand.

"I'm sorry, the child is stubborn by nature, which disturbed Mr. Song."

He should have seen Song Ci frowning just now, so he said so.

Song Ci didn't explain much, but said, "Tell me about you, what's going on?" ”

When Zhang Changrong heard this, he sighed deeply.

"Sit down and talk." Song Ci greeted.

When Zhang Changrong heard this, he sat down opposite again.

Then he spoke: "Does Mr. Song know about the Jingzhou Destruction Case in '84?" ”

"This ......"

Song Ci really doesn't know, who will pay attention to these every day, he just worked as a traffic policeman, where does he know about these cases, not to mention old cases.

"Our family of four was the victim of the Jingzhou murder case that year." Zhang Changrong said, his face full of hatred.

When Song Ci heard this, his eyes looked in the direction of the kitchen.

He kind of understood why the family of four was here.

Zhang Changrong found Song Ci's gaze and continued: "It was him back then, who killed my family of four for sixty-eight yuan, seven cents and five cents. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Changrong's eyes were split, and he roared loudly, his originally thin cheeks became hideous, the corners of his mouth suddenly cracked from both sides, and his two eyes kept bulging outward, one turned into a swarthy hole, and countless blood marks appeared on his face, neck, and body.

"Why? Why? We are dedicated to being kind to others and have never done anything evil, why did we end up like this, the two children are still so young, what is wrong with them? ”

He roared at Song Ci, as if he wanted to devour him.

When Song Ci started, he was really startled by him, his whole body leaned back, and he almost fell, but fortunately, his psychological quality was good, and he quickly calmed down.

Because he found that the other party could not do any harm to him except for his rage.

The shop didn't become gloomy, the glass didn't burst, the lights didn't flicker, everyone ate and drank, and it didn't affect at all.

Seeing Song Ci looking at him calmly, Zhang Changrong also calmed down.

Hurriedly said to Song Ci: "I'm sorry, I'm too excited, every time I talk about it......"

Zhang Changrong's face showed pain, his voice was choked, and he could hardly speak.

"It's okay, it's understandable."

After all, a family of four was killed, and the murderer is still at large, and no one can stand it.

"He wants money, just take it, why do you want to kill people, if you want to kill, just kill our husband and wife, why don't you even let go of the children?"

Zhang Changrong's tears ran down his cheeks, fell on the table, and disappeared without a trace as wisps of green smoke.

And Ma Jinyu, who was standing behind him, hugged the two children, and also shed tears.

It was the two children, who looked indifferent, staring at Song Ci with wide eyes and curiosity.

"Song Ci, come so early."

At this moment, he kept patting his palm on Song Ci's shoulder, and it turned out that Shan Junchao was here.

At this time, he had already gotten off work and changed into civilian clothes, Shan Junchao was a northerner, tall and burly, stronger than Song Ci, and very bold.

Before Song Ci could speak, he was already sitting opposite Song Ci.

And Zhang Changrong was sitting opposite, so when he sat down, in Song Ci's eyes, the effect of ghosting immediately appeared.

And Zhang Changrong also hurriedly jumped away, revealing a palpitating look, Song Ci saw this, and his eyes showed some thoughtful looks.

"I've already ordered some dishes, you can see if there's anything else to add, I'll go get the menu."

As he spoke, he got up and picked up the kettle on the table, walked straight to the counter, and turned on his phone to video mode at the same time.

"What was his original name?"

When passing by Ma Jinyu's mother and son, Song Ci signaled the location of the kitchen and asked in a low voice.

"Ma Dachang." Zhang Changrong also heard it next to him, and hurriedly replied.

"I'll take care of the rest." Song Ci whispered, and then walked to the counter without squinting.

"Is there anything else you need?" The proprietress saw Song Ci coming over with a kettle, and hurriedly asked.

"The water is a little cold, I'll add some hot water." Song Ci said.

When the proprietress heard this, she reached out and was about to take the kettle, but Song Ci said: "I'll do it myself, you take the menu to my brother to see if he has anything to add." ”

The proprietress didn't think much about it when she heard this, and pointed to the water bottle in the corner and said, "Then you add it yourself." ”

Then he walked towards Shan Junchao with the menu.

Song Ci added some hot water to the kettle, then carried the kettle, walked to the kitchen door, glanced inside and said, "Master, please hurry up and serve the food, we still have something to do at night." ”

The chef, who was busy, looked up at Song Ci when he heard the sound, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"Right away, you guys wait a minute." Ma Dachang looked at Song Cidao.

"That's okay, then it's going to trouble the master."

After Song Ci finished speaking, he directly carried the kettle, turned around and walked back to his seat.

Although his back was to the kitchen, he could see the other party peeking at him through the food opening through the reflection on the glass door.

When Song Ci turned around and sat down, he withdrew his gaze.

"I added two more cold dishes." Seeing Song Ci sit down, Shan Junchao immediately said.

"We don't drink alcohol, what kind of cold food do we order?"

Several people came by car, and they couldn't break the law without knowing the law.

"I don't know what to order, I see that all you order is meat, so I order two cold dishes to clear the fire."

While the two were talking, Wu Xiaojun also came.

I don't know if it's because of Song Ci's urging, or if his family is fast in itself.

First cold dishes, then mutton pots, and finally various skewers were served one after another.

But when the cold dishes were served, Song Ci was the first to speak: "Today we don't talk about work, only about life." ”

Wu Xiaojun and Shan Junchao were a little surprised when they heard this, but the two quickly became alert.

"Have you two thought about when you're going to have a baby? I tell you, there is a child at home, it is very lively, I will show you my daughter, how cute she is. ”

In fact, neither of them is married, and there is no way to talk about children, so it is even more strange for Song Ci to say this.

So his eyes fell on Song Ci's open mobile phone.

But where there is a child on the phone, there is only a bald man with a scar on the left eyebrow.

is a man with a simple face, so he is a little more fierce.