Yuan Er? Isn’t that right? Zhao Erya and Zhao Xiaowu looked at each other and saw surprise in each other’s eyes!
It can't be such a coincidence, right? Yuan Er had a conflict with them today. They were worried that Yuan Er would cause trouble for them, but Yuan Er died right now?
Then don't they have nothing to worry about?
Thinking of this, Zhao Erya and Zhao Xiaowu both turned to look at Su Luo.
Su Luo smiled and said nothing.
But the people around him were still talking lively.
"I heard that Yuan Er's death was not simple! I heard that he was killed by someone!"
Zhao Erya subconsciously looked at Su Luo
"Oh? Didn't you say that he died after his head was smashed by a vase that fell from the balcony?"
The person at the next table lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "He was indeed killed by a vase, but why did the vase fall down at that time? And there were dozens of people there at the time. Why didn't they hit others?
Just hit Yuan Er?"
“So among them”
"You don't know, there is something special about this. According to many people, they saw the mayor's son shooting down the vase with a slingshot!"
"The mayor has married more than a dozen concubines, but he only has one son, right? If you guessed correctly, this son came from the belly of the mayor's wife, right?"
"That's right."
"That is to say, the death of the mayor's wife, the twelfth aunt's wife, Yuan Er, and the mayor's son Yuan Er is really not simple!"
In the Luo family bun shop, everyone was whispering to each other and discussing.
Although they didn't tell who the murderer was, they looked at each other and they all knew it.
Seeing Zhao Erya and Zhao Xiaowu's curious and questioning expressions, Su Luo asked, "Are you full?"
"I'm full, I'm full," the two people said hurriedly.
There were so many steamed buns, they had never eaten such delicious white buns in their lives, and they were still full. They also had dumpling soup. They were truly blessed as never before!
Su Luo waved her hand: "Twenty-five more buns."
Zhao Erya looked at Su Luo in surprise: "Sister Yun, you, you, you still want to pack it?"
Did they spend too much money today? The amount is beyond their imagination!
Su Luo waved her hand: "I don't like to eat the food cooked by your grandma, so I can just take it back for a few meals."
After finishing packing, Su Luo paid the bill, which was fifty cents in total.
Su Luo originally had thirty or fifty cents, but now she spent fifty cents. The Zhao siblings felt distressed, but Su Luo didn't take it seriously at all.
This is only fifty cents
Compared with her previous expenses, it was really a drop in the bucket.
After leaving Luo's shop, Zhao Erya pulled Su Luo and asked cautiously: "Sister Yun, you, you, you"
Su Luo looked at her with a faint smile: "They all said that Yuan Er is dead, but I don't know if it's true or not. Come on, let's go to Hongsheng Restaurant. The news there is the most accurate."
Zhao Erya glanced at Su Luo in confusion, so Yuan Er's matter really has nothing to do with Sister Yun?
But her intuition told her that it seemed to be very relevant.
Hong Sheng Restaurant.
As soon as Su Luo left, the shopkeeper saw her. He stepped forward and asked in surprise: "Why are you in the lobby?"
Su Luo looked around and saw that most of the people in the lobby were already seated. She smiled faintly: "Why, is it possible that the shopkeeper doesn't do our business?"