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Aunt Liu muttered to Uncle Liu, and when she turned her head, she saw the young man behind her, her face creased.
"Xiaoji, it's you."
Huang Dan has been wandering around a lot these days. He looks for opportunities to show his face in front of the neighbors. The old couple who posted the task are his special care targets and have many contacts.
He said hello, "Master doesn't seem very happy."
Uncle Liu didn't say anything, but Aunt Liu said, "Don't worry about him, donkey's temper!"
She changed her tone and said amiably, "You have a head injury, so you'd better lie down. If there is any headache, then..."
Uncle Liu interrupted her, "I can talk to anyone, and Xiao Ji knows less than you, an old woman?"
Aunt Liu glared at him and went upstairs on her own.
Uncle Liu was so angry that he shook the palm fan.
Huang Dan said tentatively, "Master, the case has not been solved yet. I don't live well. I feel that someone is following me when I go upstairs.
Uncle Liu said earnestly, "Don't hold grudges with others, live your own life well, and trouble will not come to you."
Huang Dan said, "The thief will."
"That's how the injury on my head came. If it wasn't for my fate, I wouldn't have survived that night."
Uncle Liu sighed, "There's nothing you can do about a thief. Check the doors and windows before you go to bed. If you have friends, you can call to join us so that you can take care of them."
Huang Dan asked, "I just came here, I don't know the situation here, have I been thieves before?"
Uncle Liu said yes, "It's usually fine, but there will be a lot during Chinese New Year. The thieves don't have money for the New Year, so they go to other houses to steal. It's very immoral!"
Huang Dan snorted and said as he walked, "Then you and Auntie should be worried."
Uncle Liu walked in front, "Our husband and wife have no money or valuables, so thieves can't look down on them."
Huang Dan said, "It's better to be careful, the slippers I put at the door have been stolen."
As soon as he said that, he saw the figure of the old man stopped, and the man stopped on the steps.
Uncle Liu turned around, "Your slippers were stolen?"
Huang Dan nodded and said seriously, "Two pairs, I don't know who took them."
Uncle Liu asked, "When did it happen?"
Huang Dan continued to make things up, "Just a few days ago, I lost a pair the night Uncle Zhang died."
Uncle Liu frowned, "Don't leave your slippers at the door in the future. Now that no one is dead, the murderer can't be found, and it is even more impossible to find the slippers."
Huang Dan hummed, he suddenly said, "People die here."
Uncle Liu looked unlucky, climbed several floors in one breath, and looked down on the third floor.
Huang Dan was on the second floor, and at his feet was where Lao Zhang sat that night.
Uncle Liu scolded something, "Xiao Ji, come up quickly, don't be long, it's unlucky."
Huang Dan lifted his feet upstairs, and when the neighbors saw him, no one showed anything strange.
But he knew that the murderer who killed the original owner must be the neighbor. Nine times out of ten, he was the one who killed Lao Zhang and stole the old man's fu slippers.
Uncle Liu returned to the house, Huang Dan went up to the fourth floor and saw that the door opposite was open.
Zhou Chunlian pushed the stroller out, and it seemed that she wanted to take the child out for some ventilation.
Huang Dan heard the crisp sound, he couldn't see the baby, and was blocked by a small mosquito net, "It's sunny and windy outside."
Zhou Chunlian said, "It's okay, I'll be in the corridor, I'll go out later."
She closed the door, and then she stopped, "Xiao Ji, are you feeling abnormal pain?"
Huang Dan was stunned.
Zhou Chunlian said, "I see that 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 find any holes on his body."
Huang Dan said, "I'm not."
He said calmly, "I just can't be idle."
Zhou Chunlian breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, it's very dangerous to have no pain."
The baby's cry sounded, Zhou Chunlian bent down and coaxed softly, her eyes filled with a halo of maternal love.
Huang Dan opened the door and locked it, lying on the bed still, "Third brother, the first few times I crossed, I met the same person."
System, "Fate can be either divine or man-made."
Huang Dan sat up, "You mean..."
System, "Strive for, cherish."
Huang Dan lay back again and said softly, "I know."
At eleven o'clock that night, a middle-aged man staggered into the corridor, climbed up two floors with the help of the stairs, and spit it out.
The smell of alcohol mixed with food residue was instantly pushed around by a gust of night wind.
The middle-aged man was Sun Siqing, the one who lived opposite the deceased Lao Zhang. He sang with a big tongue and shouted.