The serious crime team came to the market in Beihuai Town to investigate, and learned some facts about the case from the owner of the sheep soup restaurant.

Since they were peers, the owner's description of the sheep soup restaurant was not necessarily accurate, so I decided to ask someone else.

The steamed bun shop was reported to be filled with human flesh, and if there is human flesh, there must be a corpse, and if there is a corpse, there must be a homicide, and the news must have spread in the town a long time ago.

But no one in the town cared about it, and I didn't see a hint of panic here.

Now, I prefer to believe that this is an oolong incident.

After saying goodbye to the owner of the sheep soup restaurant, we returned to the market, and it was now close to noon, the crowd in the market was slowly dispersed, and the vendors were packing their goods and driving home on their own small tricycles.

The market is like this, it is usually only open until noon, and when lunch time comes, both buyers and sellers go home for dinner.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that there was still a stall left in the market.

Only an old man selling green onions was still struggling to persevere, and the stall was full of green onions. It seems that the green onions have not been sold, so I don't want to go home.

The old man was dressed very shabby, his body looked very weak, and he sat alone in front of the stall, smoking a stuffy cigarette.

He should be a villager in a nearby village like other vendors, taking out his home-grown green onions and selling them for some money to supplement his family. But the business was not good, the green onions were not sold at all, and looking at his lonely appearance, it was pitiful.

"Uncle, why don't you go home?" I walked up to the booth and offered to talk to him.

The old man who sold onions held a long cigarette pouch in his mouth, and said with some loss: "I haven't sold it, I'll sell it for a while." ”

"Uncle, do you know about that bun shop?" I pointed to the bun shop across the road and asked him seriously.

The old man who sold green onions thought I was here to buy green onions, so he hurriedly got up and picked up a plastic bag to pack for me. But as soon as he heard my words, he asked about the steamed bun shop, and his face immediately changed.

I saw him glance at me, sat back on the ground, took the cigarette pouch and tapped it on the sole of his shoe a few times, and said angrily: "Don't ask if you don't buy green onions." ”

He has something to say.

"If I buy green onions, you'll tell me?" I asked him tentatively, for fear that he was just trying to fool me by selling onions.

The old man picked up a branch, poked the cigarette pouch in his hand, and replied with a smile: "Of course." ”

"If you know about the bun shop, I'll have all these green onions!" I put forward a condition that he would not refuse, and it was also so that he could close the stall early and go home for dinner, after all, the market was dispersed, and no one would come to sell green onions.

Hearing this, he looked at me seriously and said confidently: "Don't talk about the bun shop, I know everything in this town!" ”

"Really?" I don't believe it.

"Of course it's true! I'm from this town, and I'm in the news! He patted his chest and said loudly.

Where there are people, there is news, and where there are crowds, there is a news network, he sells green onions here, and he must know the surrounding things very well.

Thinking of this, I nodded: "Okay, you can weigh me the green onion and tell me about the steamed bun shop." ”

The old man who sold green onions hurriedly got up and bundled the green onions on the stall together, skillfully and very quickly.

He tied up and said, "What do you want to ask?" ”

"I heard that the buns sold at that bun shop are filled with human flesh?" I asked him seriously.

The old man who sold onions only cared about bundling onions, lowered his head and said casually: "It's all fake, peers are enemies, these are all made up by the sheep soup seller!" His purpose is to get rid of the steamed bun seller next door. If you want me to say, the police were all found by him, and they were the ones he called the police. The one who sells sheep soup has a bad stomach and is not a good person. ”

I saw that he said it very casually, and it was like a nonsense.

"Uncle, we have to be honest, I buy your green onions, you tell me about the bun shop, don't talk nonsense." I said with some seriousness.

The old man who sold onions looked at me and suddenly smiled: "Boy, I never lie, what I said is true." Returning human meat buns, where did human flesh come from? The owner of that steamed bun shop is from Nanhuai, and he is very honest! Let him kill people, and don't dare to borrow ten dares from him! ”

Seeing that I still didn't believe it, he analyzed it for me in a similar way: "In this society now, who dares to kill people? Don't talk about killing people, you have to lose money if you beat a dog! Dare to use human flesh to make bun filling, it's all! In the early years, it was rumored that the spicy strips eaten by the little doll were made of corpse oil, and the barbecue was dead people's meat, how could there be so many dead people, and now they are all cremated, where to find them? This thing, it's the one who sells mutton soup, add oil and vinegar! ”

"Uncle, I didn't expect you to reason." I joked with a laugh.

"Don't look at my age, I'm not confused, even if something happens in the town, the police from the police station come to ask me questions. I'm just relatively low-key, otherwise, I would have been asked by the leaders of the capital to help! "Next, it is the boast of the old man who sells onions, and he exaggerates his image infinitely. But he said that the police came to ask him questions, and I believed it, so didn't I come?

The old man who sold green onions weighed me, a total of one hundred and two yuan, and wiped me zero, only one hundred.

Quite good at business.

I handed over a big red ticket, and the five members of the serious crime team each held two bundles of green onions and walked towards the town police station.

I thought I had helped him solve the problem, and he could finally go home for dinner, but I didn't expect that as soon as we walked far, he took out an elderly machine and dialed a number.

"Madame, hurry up and send me some green onions, business is good today, I've sold them all."

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When we entered the police station, the guards refused to let us in, thinking that we were here to sell green onions. It wasn't until the head of the police station came to pick us up that we walked through the door.

"How do you buy so many green onions?" The moment the head of the police station saw us, he was directly stunned and petrified.

"When you go to the market to investigate the situation, you have to act like a little bit. I saw an old man selling green onions on the side of the road, and he didn't go home to eat when the market was gone, so I helped him, and we are also serving the people. I smiled awkwardly.

When the director heard what I said, he laughed out loud, saying that we had been deceived by the old man's appearance!

We were confused.

The director explained: "The old man is a big green onion grower in Beihuai Town, and his family has several acres of land, and all he grows green onions. His onions can't be pulled by trucks, and there are stalls in the farmers' market. People sell onions a year, and they make much more money than us! ”