Ge Xin's face was a little ugly.

Although the case was solved, it caused indelible damage to the victim's family.

The middle-aged woman wears shabby striped short sleeves, thick arms, and a dark face, typical of a farming woman. She didn't cry as she did in the morning, but just sat there in despair, and no one dared to come near her.

"Do you want to go up and persuade her?" Ge Xin asked.

"It's useless, she'll naturally leave after thinking it through. Zhu Liping's aftermath is still waiting for her to deal with....." Ling Bai glanced at the woman, her eyes froze, and she said in a low voice: "Let the police in the station keep an eye on it, I see that there seems to be something wrong with her expression." ”

With a quick glance, he saw the hatred in the eyes of the women. If she knew that her daughter was killed by her classmates, her psychology would be distorted. The people in the village are relatively simple, but no one can say what kind of outrageous things a woman who has experienced despair will do.

"Well, got it. Ge Xin nodded, he mistakenly thought that Ling Bai meant that Zhu Liping's mother would not be able to think about it, and he didn't pay too much attention to it.

The two returned to the florist.

Ling Bai opened the door, rummaged through the cabinets for a while, found a handful of Buddha incense, and handed it to Ge Xinshou, "I heard that the Landa Temple next door is very spiritual, you go to the incense, bless the town with good weather and good weather, and the country and the people." ”

"Lao Bai, don't take you to cheat me like this, right? I'd better treat you to a big meal. Who in the town of Broken Temple doesn't know how evil it is, didn't you push me into the fire pit?" Ge Xin rolled his eyes and looked reluctant.

"Remember your identity, not Crayon Shin-chan. You are the police officer in the town, and the cow ghost and snake god retreat. And you're going to incense, not smashing the field, what are you afraid of?" Ling Bai couldn't help but say, it was not easy to catch him, and it was impossible to let him go easily.

Unable to resist Ling Bai's insistence, Ge Xin had a bitter face, and was pushed to the front of the temple half-pushed.

"I heard that there was a ghost sweeping the floor here last night, and today it is really true, even the broken temple has a new look, it's too evil. Ge Xin looked at the environment of the Langda Temple, and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"That ghost is me, hurry up, don't talk nonsense, worship the Buddha with a pious attitude, don't be in this confusion. Ling Bai lightly punched him.

"Are you that ghost? Lao Bai, you lack money and lack of brains, what are you doing to clean up the broken temple, the Ministry of Health will not pay you a salary. Ge Xin complained as he took out a lighter and lit the incense.

"Am I such a vulgar person? not for money, hurry. Ling Bai walked to the front of the temple and opened the door, revealing a clay statue of a Buddha with a severed head.

Ge Xin looked left and right, and seeing that no one was watching, he knelt on the ground with incense, muttered twice in his mouth, and quickly bowed three times. Inserting the Buddha statue on the incense burner, he pulled Ling Bai and ran back to the door of the store, panting and said: "Come on, burning incense is more tiring than me going out to catch thieves, go back first, I owe you two things, go first as respect." ”

"Knock on your pick, and get out of here. ”

Ling Bai urged Ge Xin to leave, walked into the flower shop, and took out an apple from a drawer.

"Fortunately, it was well hidden, saving an apple. ”

While biting the apple, click on the app. The message indicates that the normal daily quest [Shangxiang] has been completed.

[You have completed the normal daily quest [Incense], gain Sesame Oil +1000]

[Landa Temple reappears in the world, and the light of the Buddha shines.] You have been qualified to run for the Warrior Monk, the secret portal is about to open, countdown: 71:59:59, please prepare in advance]

Ling Bai frowned and spit out the kernel in his mouth, "Warrior Monk?"

So far, the mysterious power of mobile apps has been very powerful. The secret realm is generally only looming in the famous mountains and rivers, and those who can enter the secret realm are people with deep fortunes, but the application can directly give him the opportunity to enter the secret realm.

Perhaps, this mobile app can really bring him unexpected benefits.

bite

Your account with tail number 5578 completes the payment transaction of RMB 1000.00 at 16:45 on January 19, and the balance is 8680.5.

Ling Bai glanced at the bank information, and a smile bloomed on his face, "It's still RMB." Regardless of whether he is a warrior monk or a bald head, it is right to work hard to increase the value of sesame oil. ”

After the completion of the two tasks, there is no other message in the application for the time being, and the remaining sesame oil value is not enough for the lottery.

Exit the main interface and open WeChat, and more than 20 unread messages are displayed on the interface, all of which are expressions sent by grandma Guiying. 'Are you there?' 'Dinner' 'I'm'.

"There's a business to do, come back in the evening for dinner, don't wait for me. ”

After replying to the message, a warmth surged in Ling Bai's heart - it felt really good to be cared for.

Since the flower shop is not ready to transfer, the flowers in the store need to be updated in time to fill in the gaps.

After closing the door, Ling Bai swept a shared bicycle that did not need to be unlocked at the door of the store, and rode slowly towards the city.

The town had cut off the bus to the city a few years ago, and had to walk several miles to get to the airport to catch a bus.

The yellow car chain under the buttocks creaked, and many parts had been damaged, especially the position of the lock, which was particularly badly damaged, and was violently smashed by someone with a blunt object such as a hammer.

Under the influence of many factors, the car is very difficult to pedal, but fortunately, Ling Bai's physical fitness has improved a lot now, otherwise he would have to die of exhaustion on the road.

Along the road, past the town's elementary school, a road runs up the hill to the main road leading to the city and the airport. On both sides of the road are low-slung mud-walled houses, and farmers are scattered around their farms.

Their lives are always closely linked to the nearby bamboo forests and canals. The water in the canal was cool and clean, and the peasants washed their hoes in the canal when they got off work in the evening, and the peasant women washed their vegetables and laundry in the water. The cool canal is also a favorite of domestic ducks and geese, which frolic in the water, and there are many fish and shrimp in the water. All-natural food is their favorite.

At the end of the day's work, curling smoke rose from the chimneys of each house. This is the most common pastoral scene in the rural south of the country.

Walking out of the streets of the polder town, there is a village attached to the township. Ling Bai stared at the yellow car and looked around at the surrounding scenery. In a few years, this peaceful scene will be gone.

If society wants to develop, it must make compromises accordingly.

Ling Bai remembers that a few years later, because of the problem of demolition and development, many farmers who have lived here for several lifetimes openly resisted demolition because of their reluctance. Standing on the balcony on the roof of a building, throwing rocks at law enforcement officers and overturning law enforcement vehicles.

At one point, the matter was so big that special police officers were dispatched.

Soon, the village was completely bulldozed.

The original thing was slowly forgotten from their minds as time passed.

is like the murder case of Zhu Liping's throat cut, which was only discussed for a few days at most, and finally returned to calm.

The saddest thing about China is that even if something big happens, time can quickly smooth everything out. As long as people do not see the superficial trauma, they deceive themselves into believing that everything is business as usual and that the world is peaceful.