"Yang Le, bring me a dish of fresh rice, the one at your door."

Old Yang poked his head out of the window and shouted to Yang Le who was running downstairs.

"knew."

Yang Le waved his hand.

Is the Rabbit Demon the Fried Shop?

After learning about the monster world from Lin Qinghuan, Yang Le became relieved about the monsters in this world.

At least the fried rice will not be made of human meat.

Although the boss’s wife is a rabbit demon, she is also a law-abiding rabbit demon.

Food safety issues can still be guaranteed.

Let's talk about it,

What people make nowadays can definitely eat?

Not necessarily.

Since Lao Yang likes to eat, just buy it for him.

There is no shortage of those three melons and two dates.

You shouldn't be too stingy with your own father.

But this is the only father.

After taking a shower yesterday, Yang Le was still stunned for a long time when she saw Lin Qinghuan’s WeChat.

Lao Yang was snoring in the bedroom after drinking.

Sigh.

Still gritting your teeth and refusing.

After all, monsters are monsters, and the risk factor is still not low.

If you have a few shortcomings, how can Lao Yang live... I'm really not afraid of death.

The frost and dew are heavy in the early morning of autumn.

The heat coming out of Yang Le's mouth when he was running was like a ball of white mist.

As soon as I left the community gate, I met Uncle Zhang from a unit.

"Uncle Zhang is early."

"Yeah, Xiao Yang, come out to run so early again?"

"Yes, I'll buy some breakfast for my dad."

"I'm so filial. That boy in my family doesn't have the same filial spirit as you."

"Brother Zhang is usually busy..." Yang Le said, and he planned to withdraw. On weekdays, Lao Zhang could not stop talking for an hour without joking. If he had made him talk, he would be afraid that Lao Yang would lose weight at home.

Before he could say goodbye, Lao Zhang had already started talking.

"No, he works in a big company, works all day long, has a lot of social engagements, but he also has a lot of salary. He also changed a new car two days ago, but it's not as good as your national unit. You are a job, by the way, does Xiao Yang have a job?"

"..." Yang Le's eyes turned black and she smiled awkwardly: "Not yet... I guess there will be no future..."

"How can that work? Why don't I tell my bastard, go and hang out with him?"

“…”

"I guess you can't do it either. If you don't, come to my pet shop to help. Uncle Zhang won't treat you badly. His salary is definitely higher than that of you in the police station."

“…”

"You don't know that those who keep pets nowadays are very rich. Mr. Huang from Huanghe New Village comes to me every now and then. He can buy cats in a year. He also chooses expensive ones. Do you think this person is useless to be rich?"

Twenty or thirty?

Do you think you buy fish in the vegetable market?

Yang Le didn't say anything. He was sensitive to cats these days, and the cat demon might be following him in some corner. When Uncle Zhang mentioned the cat, he had a headache.

"Uncle Zhang...or..."

"Oh, it's a pity that Mr. Huang hasn't come much in the past two months."

"Uncle Zhang..."

"But don't worry about business. Even if there is no business, my son has money, and your salary will not be less than yours."

"open……"

"Your police station's broken job is really nothing to do."

“…”

Cao,

Yang Le was lazy to talk to him.

Turn around and leave.

Lao Zhang looked confused behind him, "Oh, let me go, why is this kid so rude?"

The cool breeze blows down the leaves on both sides of the road.

Yang Legang ran two steps and stopped suddenly.

What Uncle Zhang just said was Mr. Huang from Huanghe New Village?

Cat...Mr. Huang...

In the file, is Liu Yinglan’s husband’s surname Huang?

"Did you bring that camera?"

"Bring it, Lao Huang, you hand over the camera to the police officer."

That's right, that's it!

Yang Le remembered that Liu Yinglan's husband's surname is Huang and lives in Huanghe New Village. Their child Lin Qinghuan guessed that it was very likely that he died of a cat demon.

Mr. Huang has an ambiguous relationship with cats again... Ah, I like to keep cats.

Freud once said that any two unrelated things must have some connection that outsiders cannot see.

Uh...well, this is what Yang Le said.

He quickly turned back and stopped Lao Zhang at the door of the unit.

"Uncle Zhang..."

"What's wrong with Xiao Yang?" Old Zhang stood on the steps, his eyebrows and eyes drooped, his voice was neither cold nor hot, and he must have been angry.

"Uncle Zhang, do you know where Mr. Huang lives?"

"What are you asking about this?"

"Uh... a case in the bureau seems to be a little related."

"case?"

"Uh-huh."

"Customer privacy is inconvenient to disclose."

"..." You are so private in a broken pet store.

"Uncle Zhang, look at us all old neighbors..." Yang Le took out a red ticket from his pocket and handed it over.

Lao Zhang glanced at him with his eyes slanted.

"You kid, our old neighbor, why are you doing this? It's not good to see how bad people can see it!"

He pinched his thumb and index finger, and Hong Piaobiao quickly entered his pocket.

"Mr. Huang, right? When he buys a cat, our store will register an ID card. I will go to the store and find it for you... Don't do this next time."

"Yes, yes, Uncle Zhang is right to educate you. Uncle Zhang, I'll wait for your news."

Yang Le respectfully bid farewell to Lao Zhang, and he didn't spit until Lao Zhang went upstairs.

Keep running.

While running, I was thinking about the case of ghost hands.

Assuming,

Mr. Huang, whom Uncle Zhang mentioned, is the same person as Mr. Huang, the husband of Liu Yinglan in the Ghost Hand Case.

So why did the cat demon harm their son?

Just because Mr. Huang raises a cat?

I bought more than 20 cats a year. Good guy, are you running a cat farm?
To be continued...