"I don't like to listen to what you say. According to your opinion, if you don't study well, you will be unfilial?"

"Just just a joke, are you as for it? We all know that your Niu Niu is not very good at studying, she is filial, and she is a good child."

"snort!"

The chess game was already tense and the atmosphere became dull for a moment.

Mr. Liu shook his palm-leaf fan and wiped his arms on his face covered with gullies, "When Lao Zhang died, his feet..."

Before he could finish his words, his elbow was suddenly hit and all the chess pieces in his hand fell off.

Aunt Liu winked at her wife.

The anger on Mr. Liu's face disappeared. He picked up the chess piece and pressed it to the lower left corner.

Everyone is waiting for the following text, "What's wrong with Lao Zhang's feet?"

Uncle Liu pretended to be confused, "What?"

He stood up, picked up the small bamboo chair and said, "It's very dry. I went back to the house and lie down."

Aunt Liu didn't wait much, and she followed her husband with her legs and feet.

Everyone present was very dissatisfied.

"Old Liu is really, halfway through, the older he gets, the more annoying it becomes!"

"Forget it, Lao Liu is not like this for a day or two. Come on, let's continue playing chess."

Huang Shan knew what the old couple was hiding, and the task was included. He was just curious about why the old couple had to hide from their neighbors.

Is it because I am afraid that the police will discover it, and the neighbors will say some gossip when the matter spreads?

After thinking for a moment, Huang Dan went in behind them.

Aunt Liu and Mr. Liu muttered. When she turned her head, she saw the young man behind her, and her face was filled with pleats.

"Xiao Ji, it's you."

Huang Dan has been wandering around a lot these days. He looks for opportunities to show his face in front of his neighbors. The old couple who posted the task was his special care and had a lot of contact.

He greeted him, "The uncle doesn't seem very happy."

Uncle Liu didn't say anything, and Aunt Liu said, "Don't worry about him, donkey's temper!"

She changed her tone and was kind, "You have a head injury, so it's better to lie down more. If you have any headaches, then..."

Uncle Liu interrupted her, "You can talk to anyone, but Xiao Ji knows less than you, the old woman?"

Aunt Liu glared at him and went upstairs on his own.

Uncle Liu was so angry that he shook his palm-leaf fan and creaked.

Huang Dan said tentatively, "Uncle, the case has not been solved yet. I am not at ease when I live there. I feel that someone is following me when I go upstairs."

Mr. Liu said earnestly, "Don't make grudges with others. Live your own life well. Trouble will not come to you."

Huang Shan said, "The thief will."

"That's how the wound on my head came. If I hadn't been for my life, I wouldn't have lived that night."

Uncle Liu sighed, "There is nothing you can do with a thief. Check the doors and windows before going to bed. If you have friends, just call us together to take care of you."

Huang Shan asked, "I just came here and don't know what's going on here. Have you ever been thieves before?"

Mr. Liu said yes, "It's okay, but there will be many during the Chinese New Year. If the thief has no money for the Chinese New Year, he will go to other families to steal. He is very immoral!"

Huang Dan said oh, and said as he walked, "Then you and the aunt are worried."

Uncle Liu walked in front of him, "We old couple have no money and no valuables, so the thieves don't look down on you."

Huang Dan said, "It's better to be careful. All the slippers I put at the door were stolen."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old man's figure stopping and the man stopped on the steps.

Mr. Liu turned around, "Have your slippers been stolen?"

Huang Dan nodded and said seriously, "I don't know who got the two pairs."

Mr. Liu asked, “When did it happen?”

Huang Dan continued to make up random things, "Just a few days ago, I wiped out a pair of them the night Uncle Zhang died."

Uncle Liu frowned, "Don't put the slippers at the door in the future. Now that people are dead, they can't find the murderer, so it's even more impossible to find the slippers."

Huang Dan nodded, and he suddenly said, "People die here."

Uncle Liu looked unlucky and climbed up several floors in one breath, standing on the third floor and looking down.

Huang Dan stood on the second floor, and at his feet was where Lao Zhang sat that night.

Mr. Liu cursed something, "Xiao Ji, come up quickly, don't stand for a long time, it's unlucky."

Huang Dan raised his foot upstairs, and when the neighbors saw him, no one showed any abnormality.

But he knew that the murderer who killed the original owner must be the neighbor, and the one who killed Lao Zhang and stole the old couple's slippers.

Uncle Liu went back to the house, Huang Dan went up to the fourth floor and saw that the door opposite was open.

Zhou Chunlian pushed out the stroller, and it seemed that she wanted to take the child out for breathability.

Huang Dan heard a crisp sound, and he couldn't see the baby, and was blocked by the small mosquito net, "It's very sunny outside, there's no wind."

Zhou Chunlian said, "It's okay, I'll be in the corridor and go out later."

She closed the door and stopped talking, "Xiao Ji, are you feeling abnormal in pain?"

Huang Shan was stunned.

Zhou Chunlian said, "I see you have gauze wrapped around your head and people are still walking around. This situation is a bit like a friend of mine. He doesn't know the pain, and he can't even find any holes on his body."

Huang Dan said, "I'm not."

He remained silent, "I just couldn't rest."

Zhou Chunlian breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, it's very dangerous to have no pain."

The baby cried, and Zhou Chunlian bent down and coaxed her gently, with the halo of maternal love between her eyebrows and eyes.

Huang Dan opened the door and locked it in the room, lying on the bed without moving, "Brother Third, I met the same person the previous times I traveled through time."

System, “Fate can be determined by heaven or artificial.”

Huang Dan sat up, "You mean..."

System, “Strive for, cherish.”

Huang Dan lay back and said softly, "I know."

At around 11 o'clock that night, a middle-aged man staggered into the corridor, climbed up two floors with his stairs, and then spit out.

The smell of alcohol mixed with food residues was instantly pushed around by a gust of night wind.

The middle-aged man was Sun Siqing, the one living opposite the deceased Lao Zhang. He sang with his tongue and shouted. The corridor was full of his howling sounds, and he didn't think it would disturb the neighbors.

Sun Siqing climbed to the third floor. He took out the key from his pocket and tickled it in the keyhole for a long time. The door did not open and the key slid from his hand.

"Fuck, even you are right with me!"

Sun Siqing kicked the key hard to the wall. He stared at his scarlet eyes, gasped for a few breaths, and then went to pick up the key.

I don’t know if I’m drunk too much, but Sun Siqing seemed to see a pair of feet. He couldn’t turn his mind and lowered his head. As a result, no one stood firm and lay on the ground. He didn’t get up for a long time.

By the time Sun Siqing reached the key and opened the door, it was already midnight. He was unconscious and poked the key a few times, and the door opened.

Sun Siqing smashed the door drunk, kicked off his leather shoes randomly, pulled the slippers beside the door to the room, fell head onto the bed, and fell to death.

The next morning, Aunt Liu went to buy vegetables at the back. Seeing that the pig's feet were good, she bought one more and gave it to Zhou Chunlian upstairs. She drank the soup and the milk was enough.

The person downstairs was Sun Siqing. He was yawning, looking like he was not awake, his beard was unshaven, and his eyes were covered with red bloodshot.
Chapter completed!