"The one tied into rice dumplings in the yard is still alive, with two joints dislocated, and there is no major injury. He was completely shocked. By the way, except for the neck, there are seven other red lines on his body, all of which are very thin blood marks. I don't know what was scratched. The wound was very shallow, just broken with oily skin and a little blood seeping out." Yu Yan said, shivering, "The one on the neck is exactly the same as the red line drawn by the suspect on Nie Ke's neck. The red lines on his body are almost completely symmetrical. From a distance, this person seemed to have been cut into several pieces. Master Lan, where did you find this plug-in? It's so terrible."

Before Yu Lanchuan could take the blame, Officer Yu ruled out the "suspect team" and looked at him with a gloomy look: "Can't it be me?"

"You?" Yu Yan opened his eyes wide in shock, "Four...five people! Stop making trouble. You are old, you are too young to be as ill as a cat who has suffered from terminal illness. Since you were young, you have been fighting with others and you sued your teacher. It is impossible to see you at the age of seven."

Yu Lanchuan: “…”

Yu Yan fell down with a serious look: "Do you don't know, or can't you say it?"

Yu Lanchuan: "Is there any difference?"

"If you just can't say it, it means you know him. I believe your character and life-abiding level will not interact with perverted murderers," said Yu Yan. "If you don't know, then the person who appeared in our area today will make us unable to sleep."

Yu Lanchuan paused and waved at him: "For today, even if I am brave enough, my brother passed by here last Monday and saw Xiang Xiaoman talking to one of them, so I came over and tried my luck."

"Okay, leader, I'm relieved." Yu Yan understood what he meant, and then sighed, "These people were a bit of a desperate person. They were all professionally trained to climb stairs with bare hands and carry so many controlled weapons in their hands. They were actually settled by a man with bare hands, and were still stuck without any casualties - Master Lan, are there any masters in the world?"

Yu Lanchuan said: "It's rare and strange."

"No," said Yu Yan, "For example, no matter which sect you are from, your main business is still studying and working. If practicing sword and boxing delayed your graduation project, you would have stopped practicing it long ago, right? Because this is not a skill that can be eaten. Unless you become a fighting athlete, the competition in society will be so fierce. Who has time to spend so much energy to study these?"

It is said that the main business of ancient heroes was "heroes and righteousness", but this business has no future, because collecting protection fees is a banned criminal/social/organizational behavior. It is not good to be righteous and easy to break the law. It is difficult to study and work hard, and it is obviously uneconomical to be addicted to martial arts. On the contrary, those theft gangs and violent criminals have no business all day long and professionally engage in sabotage, and they will tirelessly improve their business level, and they have some skills in their hands.

So what about Gan Qing?

Yu Lanchuan has emerged from the gods.

Drawing dismemberment pictures on people is definitely not the way of fighting athletes. Where did her kung fu come from? What did she do in the past? Why did she live in a small jewelry store?

Of course, this is just Yu Lanchuan's prejudice as a "school master" and "elite" - their group of people use "plans" and "tables" as the soul cornerstones. They all have clear career development plans and strict disciplined self-management. In their opinion, those who are not professional, who work everywhere and have no judgment on the future are all "distant days".

In fact, Gan Qing didn't mess around. As a witch, she tried very hard to fool customers into buying things.

Gan Qingshen unconsciously threw the wooden sign of "Wanmuchun" and asked the leader to take the blame. He changed his clothes like no one, and went to work. He explained to Boss Meng that he had gone out to purchase goods. At night, she did it herself, sewed the open belt, and cleverly cut the unsaved outer coat and changed it into a bag. The next day, his life and work were restored to normal, and he didn't care about the heating and salary.

Seeing that it was getting colder every day, and the small jewelry made of metal and stone was not easy to sell, she prepared a batch of zodiac scarves and gloves and lucky bags early on. The sales did not decrease but increased. The "luck bags" sold especially well - it was actually an embroidered cloth bag with a purchase price of 2.5 yuan and a colorful paper talisman was stuffed inside. She took a colored pen and painted it casually for 20 yuan per person. Anyway, it was like the koi on Weibo, so the trust was so good.

Her basic salary is 1,500 a month, and the rest is paid based on sales. The commission in November is higher than the salary. She transferred the rent to the landlord Ms. Zhang Meizhen, and there were still three thousand left.

"I have money!" Gan Qing sent Boss Meng a red envelope of fifty yuan and returned him the money, "Uncle Meng, I won't be with you today!"

"Then where do you go to eat? You spend money again! When can you live a good life!" Meng Tianyi sighed and walked out, "I spent money as soon as I paid my salary. I think I can't find you to burn some money, and I can't find you! I have to beg for food at the end of the month - hey, I told you to find a place to pay social security by yourself. Have you paid?"

Gan Qing stretched his waist with eight bends and said perfunctorily: "Next month, wait until I save some money, why don't I have to worry about it?"

"Last month drags this month, this month drags the next month! We are greedy and lazy! When will you not be too busy with your hands?"

Gan Qing heard one ear and was about to escape from the bottom of his feet.

Boss Meng called her and took out a large bag of old books from the store: "Wait a minute, a child from my brother's house has just finished his self-study exam, and I'll take his book back. Take it back and take a look. While you are young, remember to take one exam yourself."

Gan Qing took it, so he fell down with his hands, but he couldn't let Boss Meng down, so he had to pinch his nose and carry it away.

Meng Tianyi: "You should be more careful!"

Gan Qing carried the book and waved at him like a boneless one.

She left the back alley of Nitang, got on a bus, took out the book from her bag and flipped it twice, and stuffed it back without any interest. Boss Meng, a friend, may not have passed the exam, but there were traces of turning it over the previous pages, and the back was cleaner than her face.

Gan Qing, who was "greedy and lazy", did not find a place to have a big meal. She didn't even eat. She took the bus terminal and got off the bus and bought rice, flour, meat and a bucket of oil. After walking for a long time, she came to an old community in the suburbs.

These things weigh dozens of kilograms, plus the big schoolbag given by Boss Meng, when she walked to the entrance of the community, Gan Qing was already a little panting, and the cold wind was sweating all over, and her right hand was trembling so much that she couldn't hold the things. She put down the heavy object, sniffed into the palm of her hand, which was not circulating, and ate a piece of chocolate.

Every morning and evening, when I saw the crowds of people on the ground, I felt that Yan Ning's population was about to explode, but there were so many secluded places here. When I walked at night, I couldn't even see a wild cat. It was desolate and quiet. Occasionally, someone passed by and was shocked to each other.

Someone shook his flashlight not far away. Gan Qing raised his head. After a moment, some slow footsteps sounded. A shabby old lady walked out. When she saw Gan Qing, she said somewhat restrainedly: "Come on, are you here?"

Gan Qing said "um" and leaned over to pick up the things: "Didn't you say last time that there was no oil at home?"

Seeing that she was carrying so many things, the old lady tried to come forward to help. Gan Qing raised her hand to avoid her and said coldly: "No."

The old lady was not very nimble, and she followed her hard, laughed aggrievedly, and tried to find topics clumsyly, but she didn't know how to chat, and she said everything she said was dry and stupid. She said all the way. Seeing that Gan Qing ignored her, she shut up embarrassedly.

The old lady's house is on the first floor, narrow and narrow. The house is probably to save electricity and is dark. When the guests come, they hurriedly turned on the lights. The inferior incandescent lights flashed constantly, illuminating all the furnishings in the house with a dismal color. The sound of water in the kitchen and bathroom was heard. The faucet dripped downwards and followed by a plastic bucket underneath. This way, the water meter would not be removed, which would save water costs, but the sound was annoying.

There is a broken wooden dining table in the foyer, one of the legs is shorter and is padded with broken wood. There is a thermos, a row of small medicine bottles, and a bowl of half-eat vegetable porridge and a small plate of pickled radish.

"Cook some food for yourself." The old lady said carefully, "Did you... have you eaten? Come with a bowl of porridge?"

Gan Qing glanced at the kitchen and there were a few sluggish vegetable leaves on the chopping board: "I picked it up in the vegetable market?"

The old lady whispered "Yeah".

Gan Qing took out a dozen cash from his pocket and handed it over: "I don't have money, so what?"

The old lady took the money, but she didn't see any joy on her face: "I'm shameless when I'm alive. I can't do anything. I always take medicine... Every morning I wake up, I wonder why I'm not dead yet. I sit for a day and don't even talk to me, I..."

As she said that, she lowered her head and wiped her tears: "How can you always ask for money from you? You are not my daughter... If my daughter is alive, I will not be like this. My poor child..."

Gan Qing sneered and interrupted her: "If your daughter had no mother, she wouldn't have died so early."

After hearing this, the old lady burst into tears: "I harmed her, it was me who dragged her down! But I am also doing it for her... A man makes money to support her family, suffers outside, and it's nothing to have a bad temper when he comes back. The young couple quarreled when they were young, and it's normal for them to do it occasionally... Who doesn't live like this? Just bear it. If she divorces, where can she find a partner? If she doesn't have a job, what can we eat? How can we live... Who knows her temper... How can we go to the dead end? I can't think it's easy..."

A blue vein suddenly appeared on Gan Qing's back.

But some people live in the same world and look like a human being, but they don’t know what they are pretending to be. Normal people never know what they are thinking and can never communicate with them.

She was not convenient for her to beat a trembling old lady, and she was too lazy to talk too much. She looked up at the black and white photo hanging on the wall - the photo was a young girl with a little gentle melancholy between her eyebrows and eyes, and she smiled at her.

"If it weren't for repaying you favors," Gan Qing thought expressionlessly, turned around and left, "I won't come to see you fucking me like this."

She walked through the night and walked back. She got off at the intersection and saw Yan Hao squatting at the intersection feeding stray cats.

Yan Hao said something to the cat. When he saw someone coming, he immediately shut up and tightened his back as if he had done something wrong. When she walked away, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The police had no actual evidence to prove that he was related to the theft case, and although the fact that he posted a note outside Yu Lanchuan’s window caused riots among residents, in general, he cannot be blamed. Therefore, the "Regulations on Public Security Administration Punishment" decided to let him go and let him go back, which was considered a scratch on the verge of violation.

But the news that he was taken away by the police in a strange costume has spread nearby. Rumors have wings and can make a thousand miles a day. At first, someone said that he was stealing things, and the story of stealing things was quickly added to the fire and turned into stealing underwear. As the spread was spread, somehow, "stealing underwear" turned into "molemn women."

Soon, people knew that the clerk in the laundry shop who looked abnormal was a pervert, and even Boss Jiang's business became much colder. Yan Hao, who was already afraid of people, shrank deeper into his shell. In his world, there were only the lonely Ayanami Ri and the stray cat.

Another popular topic nearby is Xiang Xiaoman's attempted murder of his husband. Xiang Xiaoman and the mysterious criminal group's case was not under the control of the police station and handed over to the superior department.

However, it is said that Nie Ke is magnanimous and does not want to argue with a mental illness for the sake of his child. I heard that mental illness does not have to bear criminal responsibility. If verified, she would probably spend the rest of her life in a mental hospital... As for why she murdered her husband, who knows?

She couldn't even speak clearly.

Do you need a reason for a lunatic?

Yanning's traffic gradually became sparse, and the entire city was filled with aphasic people.

Gan Qing didn't eat dinner and her stomach was very cold. She was very afraid of the cold and felt it was difficult every winter. Fortunately, there was heating at home now, so she got into the corridor of No. 110 courtyard in three steps and trembled and let out a sip of cold air.

"I'm back so late?" The voice-controlled light in the elevator was on.

When Gan Qing looked up, he found that it was Yu Lanchuan who was waiting for the elevator.

Yu Lanchuan looked like a business elite and nodded at her with a serious smile: "It's been a week, have you paid your salary?"

Gan Qing: "..."

It's frozen and hasn't kept up with the topic.

Yu Lanchuan then played a straight ball: "You still owe me a meal."
Chapter completed!