Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Quite crazy.

Su Chen looked at Chen Zhiqiu, whose face was in pain.

Which little girl would dare to believe the words of a madman?

He said he was going to commit suicide, and she could cut and sew the body as she wanted?

And she dared to go to meet him alone late at night.

"I prepared pepper spray and electric batons."

Chen Zhiqiu sighed: "But it's useless. He is too tall and strong, and his strength is very great."

As if she thought of the scene before her death, her soul trembled, and it took a long time to calm down, and then she looked at Lao Chen with a complicated expression.

"Am I... very unfilial?"

Su Chen didn't say a word.

Filial or unfilial, don't you know how to do it?

"But I just want to be with my father. I couldn't do it when he was alive, and I still implicated him after I died."

Su Chen's murderous aura was wrapped around his palm, and he heard Chen Zhiqiu's voice: "Can you help me find the murderer? I know what he looks like, but I don't know his name."

Su Chen's forehead was full of black lines.

Sighing, he nodded: "Don't move, I'll read your memory."

Souls are different from people. After death, many memories will gradually dissipate. Fortunately, the fact that Chen Zhiqiu was dismembered is deep enough.

With Chen Zhiqiu's willingness, memory reading is much simpler.

A horse face with thick eyebrows, triangular eyes, and thick lips appeared in Su Chen's mind.

After pondering for a moment, Su Chen took out a pen and paper.

Zhao Yukun knew that Su Chen was talking to Chen Zhiqiu, but he couldn't see it at all, and his heart itched.

Seeing Su Chen holding a pen, he subconsciously moved closer.

It was a simple sketch of a human face, with a horse face, slightly crooked facial features, a big black mole at the corner of the mouth, and a faint scar on the left eyebrow.

"Master Su..." Zhao Yukun narrowed his eyes, "Are you looking for this person? I can ask the society for help."

Then Su Chen wrote down a few more characteristics.

"30-40 years old, divorced, no fixed job, three properties at home..."

Putting down the pen, Su Chen glanced at Chen Zhiqiu and added: often in and out of the hospital.

After writing, he handed the paper to Zhao Yukun and asked Chen Zhiqiu: "Do you still want to follow your father?"

Chen Zhiqiu: "... No, can't I?"

"Can't you leave some merit for your father?"

Chen Zhiqiu was silent.

"Forget it, you don't have much evil spirit now, follow, follow."

Now the mood is quite stable, so it won't breed too much evil spirit in a short period of time.

It won't consume too much merit of Lao Chen.

It's just that the skill of this corpse sewer can actually sew the broken soul body. I can have a chance to communicate with Lao Chen later.

While thinking, Liu Tianrui trotted in.

Wipe the sweat, see Su Chen, and stuff the money he just took into Su Chen's arms.

"Master Su, here."

"Thank you for your help, thank you."

His brother and sister-in-law came over hurriedly.

One asked sternly, "So much money, you just gave it? You are generous to outsiders."

One snorted, "Sure enough, there is still money. Dad is right. You just don't want to help us."

Liu Tianrui was annoyed, "What does it have to do with you?!"

Then he laughed dryly at Su Chen, "I'm sorry, Taoist Su, I'll take them away now so they don't bother you."

He pulled his brother and sister-in-law away with force, and the moment he turned his head, he was stunned.

Su Chen stood up and nodded to Zhao Yukun, and with a step, his figure disappeared.

He was stunned, and his brother and sister-in-law turned their heads to look, but they didn't see that scene and were stunned.

"Where are the people?"

"Why ask people? Money!"

"Yes, yes, yes, they must have run away after getting the money!"

Zhao Yukun was impatient with the couple and glared at them.

"What are you arguing about?!"

He took out the knife on his waist and waved it at the two of them.

A cold light flashed on their faces, and the two of them immediately stopped talking.

He then looked at Liu Tianrui and reminded him, "Don't make a sound."

"Oh, I know, I know."

Zhao Yukun walked to Lao Chen with the paper and looked into the ice coffin. The bloody face had now become human, and the traces of stitching were still quite obvious, but Lao Chen covered most of it with a brush of makeup in his hand.

Fang Hongtao stared for a few seconds, turned around, and found that he had come over.

"Where is the Taoist priest?"

"Gone," Zhao Yukun handed him the paper and explained in a low voice, "Brother Tao, I'm not familiar with the society, I guess you need to help contact this."

"Okay, I'll call someone now."

When Fang Hongtao came back after making the call, the person had been repaired, and Lao Chen was packing his wooden box.

"A Kun, come on, give me a hand."

Fang Hongtao took out new clothes and changed the person into new clothes with Zhao Yukun. After a moment of silence, he looked at Zhao Yukun: "Did you ask for me?"

Zhao Yukun: "..."

Fang Hongtao saw that he didn't respond for a long time, so he patted his shoulder.

"It's okay, everyone has their own destiny, and wealth and honor are in the hands of God."

"It's okay!"

Nanmen Old Street.

When Su Chen came back, he found an old wooden table next to the stall, and the wooden table was surrounded by people. Looking carefully, Lao Song and Lao Ge were fighting inside again.

He squeezed in and took a look, but couldn't bear to look directly at it and retreated. He turned around and saw Xiao Liuer sitting next to him, basking in the sun and talking to a middle-aged woman who was shining shoes.

"Master Su!" Xiao Liuer saw him coming and happily handed him an orange, "Uncle Huang gave it to me."

"Eat it yourself, I don't need it."

"I've eaten it. Here are some candies Uncle Ji gave me. Look, there are many colors. Do you want some, Taoist Su?"

Su Chen glanced at the candies. It was really green, yellow, and red. They were crystal clear, and covered with a layer of white sugar. They looked...

"Xiaobai!"

Xiaobai showed his little head in his sleeve.

"Want some candies? Pretty candies!"

Su Chen pointed at the candies in Xiao Liu'er's palm.

Xiaobai turned his little head, and then let out a howl. He flew over, and his tail was wrapped around Xiao Liu'er's wrist. Just as he was about to bite off one of the yellow candies, a shadow fell on his head.

Xiao Liu turned around in confusion and was surprised: "Auntie?!"

Xi Meng snorted and closed her little hand: "Why do you want to share your own candies?"

"Keep it!"

Xiaobai: "!!!"

It flew up angrily, and it was about to grow bigger. Xiao Liu smiled and spread her hands again.

As soon as he saw the colorful candies, Xiaobai cried out, and this time he jumped on them and wrapped them all up.

Xiaoliuer squinted his eyes, took out two candies from his trouser pocket and handed them to Ximeng: "Auntie, I didn't give them all, I kept some, this is yours!"

Ximeng: "..."

"I, I don't like candy."

Xiaoliuer's fingers curled up.

"Well... this candy is pretty."

"I just barely... take it."

The dimples on Xiaoliuer's cheeks deepened a little, she stepped aside and asked Ximeng to sit down.

"You sit down yourself," Ximeng saw Xiaobai holding three candies, clenched his fist, and actually had one more than herself. She noticed Su Chen's sight and turned her head to glance, "Why are you looking at me?"

Su Chen sighed and shot some merit into her body.

"Awoo~" Xiaobai immediately flew back to his wrist, crying non-stop.

"Yes, yes, yes, I won't leave you behind."

Su Chen also flicked a few candies for the little guy, and Xiaobai was satisfied. He returned to the table and played with the candies. He felt unsatisfied after playing with them, so he stretched out his claws.

Huang Nansong, who was watching quietly, stamped his feet excitedly.

What a dragon, what a dragon!

Su Chen glanced at Xi Meng: "Didn't you do it?"