Two or three minutes later, there were tears in Dong Lai's eyes, and he reached out and rubbed his eyes. The smile came to his face again: "Police officer, you are really a good storyteller. After this passage, I want to cry when I hear it, and the child you said is too pitiful."
Zhu Yu: "Don't deceive yourself, that kid is you."
Dong Lai: "Hehe, police officer, please laugh! Yes, when I was fourteen, my parents were accidentally poisoned by poison rat and died. But when they were there, they were very good to me. They also loved each other very much and never made any noise. Not to mention fighting. So I said, police officer, you really caught the wrong person."
After Huo Xiaofang and Zhu Yu had a look at each other, Zhu Yu said, "Dong Lai, don't you think we can't find more evidence if you don't say anything?"
Dong Lai shrugged and looked at Zhu Yu: "Don't you just have no evidence and arrest people indiscriminately?" After saying that, he yawned and lay down on the table, no longer looking up at the two of them.
A placard that reads'returning farmland to forests, no deforestation' is looming among the bushes. "Grandpa, can you pick up the firewood inside?" a little boy's voice came out.
"Why don't you let it pick it up naturally, and we didn't cut it. Let's go, and walk a little further into the old forest, where there are usually few people going there. There must be a lot of firewood inside, and there must be a lot of Sophora japonica mushrooms. "The old man greeted the grandson behind him as he walked inside.
The two of them walked a long way into the forest. The old man was already holding firewood in his hands. The boy was carrying a small basket on his back, holding a stick, and rummaged among the fallen leaves.
"Grandpa didn't see Sophora japonicus here, I'll go and take a look over there!" After the boy said, he walked to the east. The old man looked up and said, "Come here and wait for me later."
"Oh!" the boy replied. After that, the grandfather and grandson started their own affairs.
The old man took the wild rattan and was about to tie up the firewood he had picked up. The boy ran back in panic and fear.
"What's the matter?" The old man glanced at him and continued to work.
"Grandpa... there is someone at the bottom of the ditch over there." The boy's voice trembled a little. The movement of the old man's hand stopped immediately and ran to the east. The boy looked around and immediately followed the old man.
Cai Liao took the water from Guanmei and took a few sips. After two or three minutes, he stood up and said, "Xiaoguan, you can ask Zhou Zhen where he is going to search. I will go with him."
Guanmei nodded: "Teacher Cai, you can squint for a few minutes. When I go to find him for a while, let him inform you." Cai Liao nodded and sat down. The eyelids were as heavy as two large rocks pressed on them.
Guanmei said that he never closed his eyes when he came back from Xiang City. In fact, he did not close his eyes when he was in Xiang City. It seemed that the body finally couldn't hold it anymore, his eyelids drooped, and his breathing gradually became even.
Guanmei came in from outside, took a coat, and put it on Cai Liao. Then he turned around, took away the cup he hadn't finished drinking just now, and put another cup of the same amount of water back.
Zhou Zhen knocked softly on the door, and Guanmei went out. "The quantity is okay, right?" Zhou Zhen said. Guanmei glanced at him: "Don't worry, I'm not sure about this amount. It's not that I'm sorry for my major, my teacher."
Zhou Zhen smiled and said, "Let's go, the task ahead is arduous." The two quickly walked out of the third round and sat in the back seat of the blue and white police car. The door of the third round was out of the car before the door was closed.
(End of this chapter)