Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Seeing Su Chen coming back alone, Lao Song and the others looked around and were surprised: "Master Su, where is the person?"

"Qingming Festival is coming soon, stay home."

Old Song was stunned for a moment, then cheered: "That couple is so thin-skinned, I didn't expect them to be quite calculating."

"What's wrong with that child? Is he wrapped up so tightly?" Ge Ping'an asked in a low voice.

Su Chen smiled at him: "No matter what happened before, it's okay now. You guys..."

He glanced at Huang Nansong and Zhao Yukun who were moving tables: "Are you still planning to play chess on the side?"

"Ah, isn't this free?"

Mainly because they couldn't hear clearly in the teahouse. When they ran to the door, they could hear the spiritual rabbit.

So when Su Chen left just now, they discussed it and decided to start playing chess here at five o'clock in the morning to avoid missing key information.

Su Chen reminded: "Move in, it will rain later."

"Oh, okay, okay." Huang Nansong didn't have the slightest doubt, and immediately pushed the table in and winked at Lao Song and the others.

"Ah, the chessboard..." Old Song kicked Ge Ping'an, "Old Ge, the chessboard pieces!"

"I'll go get it now..."

When Ge Ping'an trotted home, Zhao Yukun sat down in front of the stall.

Huang Nansong and the others were originally curious about what happened to him, but when Zhao Yukun said that he wanted to ask how his deceased family members were doing, they stayed away in a tacit understanding.

The tragic situation of the Zhao family at that time is still vivid in my mind. The neighbors did not know the specific situation and did not dare to help rashly. If Lao Song hadn't helped, how could Zhao Yukun be here now?

Su Chen took the paper handed over by Zhao Yukun, unfolded it and took a look.

"Dao Zhang Su, can you count it?"

The paper was densely packed with people's birth dates and addresses.

Both front and back.

Su Chen nodded: "You still can't find any clues?"

Zhao Yukun pursed his lips and nodded.

So what is recorded on this paper is all the information about the suspects that he has worked hard to collect over the years.

Seeing Su Chen starting to calculate, Zhao Yukun's pupils shrank and flashed sharply.

Unfortunately, Su Chen finished all calculations and shook his head at him.

"Isn't it them?"

While Zhao Yukun was disappointed, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

The records on the paper are all relatives, friends and neighbors who had a lot of contact with my parents at the beginning. They are not them, which at least means that they were not let down at the beginning.

Zhao Yukun laughed, took out his wallet, handed the money to Su Chen, put away the paper and was about to leave, when Su Chen reminded: "Don't you want to ask your parents how they are?"

Zhao Yukun trembled and looked at him in disbelief: "Su, Taoist Su, you can't..."

"I happen to have something to do and want to go to Songjiang Yinsi. Please wait for me for a moment."

Su Chen returned to Cuicheng, went to Ahu to get some tied up paper houses, and took Zhao Yukun to the City God's Temple.

After the paper house was burned, it turned into five solid courtyards with gray bricks and gray tiles. The smashed buildings made Yin Chai stunned for a moment. When Su Chen brought Zhao Yukun into the Yin Division, they were shocked again.

Fortunately, they quickly recognized Su Chen and greeted him one after another.

Judge Wen came over and said, "Master Su, your courtyard was burned down because..."

"I heard that the Yin Division has a new Japanese patrol officer."

Judge Wen suddenly said: "It seems that the master has an old relationship with this person? He is talking to Lord Chenghuang. Master, please come here."

While speaking, he glanced at Zhao Yukun again.

"Oh, his parents died tragically at an early age. It's not clear. I'm very concerned about him. Please make arrangements."

Judge Wen readily agreed and quickly summoned a secret agent to lead Zhao Yukun there.

He took Su Chen into the Yinsi Hall.

In the main hall, the thin Si Yan was stunned when he saw Su Chen.

When Song Shishi woke up, she found that the teahouse was full of delicious food.

"Isn't it? You know I can't eat more, but you are clearly tempting me! Who bought it?!"

She looked around and landed on Cai Guobang.

"It's not me, it's not me~"

Cai Guobang waved his hands hurriedly.

"Shishi, you can eat more beef, I asked." Zhao Yukun explained.

Song Shishi stared at him with a ghostly expression: "Did you prepare this?"

"Are you making a fortune behind our backs?"

"No, I'm just... in a good mood."

In a good mood?

Song Shishi stared at him suspiciously for a while, and found that Lao Song was eating beef crazily. She couldn't care about it anymore, so she sat down and moved the plate over.

"Hey, you girl!"

Lao Song didn't intend to argue with her, and quickly attacked the pig's trotters.

Of course, he carefully observed Xiao Liu'er while eating and found that she didn't seem to be affected much, so he was a little relieved.

The sky, which was originally bright and sunny outside, suddenly darkened.

The rain started to patter.

Song Shishi turned her head and glanced, feeling a headache: "I hate rainy days the most."

Zhao Yukun: "I brought an umbrella. It's very big. I'll take you there later."

"Who cares about this anymore?" Song Shishi was annoyed.

She turned to look at Xiao Liu'er worriedly: "Does your leg hurt?"

He glared at Old Song again: "Old man, where are your old legs? Are they okay?"

Lao Song: "You have to give me all the beef. I'll be fine."

"dream!"

Xiao Liu'er: "Sister, if you eat, Xiao Liu'er won't be in pain anymore!"

Her cheek was pulled up.

"Okay, Xiao Liu'er, you are starting to behave badly, let's see how my sister punishes you!"

There was laughter and laughter in the teahouse.

Outside the window, a car passed slowly.

The young man in the passenger seat had a frown on his face.

"Damn it, where can we find it temporarily?"

"Brother Xing, how about we go to the funeral parlor to steal it?"

Xu Zaixing, who was driving, glared at him: "Do you have brains? If you want your brothers to go to jail, then steal!"

"If not steal, then rob?"

Xu Zaixing snorted: "No, someone will call the police if you rob."

To make a fortune, you have to do it quietly.

Seeing that the van was driving more and more smoothly, he gritted his teeth: "Let's go to the outskirts of the city to stroll at night and look for opportunities."

"By the way, let's go buy some gloves and large plastic bags later."

...

Their voices were drowned out by the engine sound.

But the soul hiding in the shadows heard them clearly.

The latter didn't know what he remembered, and his soul began to tremble, and soon turned from gray to black.

"Ah!"

The shrill scream made Zhao Yukun and the others shudder.

Everyone looked out together.

Old Song: "Did you hear any sound?"

Cai Guobang raised his hand: "A woman's scream."

"Is she being domestically abused?"

He looked at Old Song suspiciously.

Although he had been here for several days and had met some people, he had no idea about the situation of each household because the old street was so long and there were so many people living there.

"Can you recognize who it is by the voice?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was another shrill cry.

"Help!"

"There's a ghost!"

"Save me!"

The voice was getting closer and closer, and Old Song and Zhao Yukun stood up immediately and rushed out of the teahouse.

Turning his head to look.

A woman fell to the ground, her hair was disheveled, she was terrified, and her hands kept trying to crawl forward.

There was nothing behind her, but her legs suddenly lifted up, and then her whole body fell backward.

Old Song's eyes widened, and he skillfully touched his trouser leg and took out a military knife, and threw it without thinking.

He said in a loud voice: "Hey, where did you get this ugly thing?! You came out to do evil in broad daylight for your grandfather, you're looking for death!"