Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Talk to yourself?

The police officer looked up; he was a young man in his early twenties, with the naivety of an intern still on his face.

He closed his notebook and answered her honestly, "Grandma, everyone in the yard has left."

Some stayed in guesthouses, some went to visit relatives, and some left Beijing altogether.

The deaf old woman tightened her grip on her cane and asked, "They're all gone? They're all gone?"

"almost."

"Please don't stay here too long, take your things and leave quickly."

"Thank you, comrade."

The deaf old lady thanked her, turned around, and slowly walked back to her house with her cane.

So... that girl Cuilan really ran away.

He either waits for her or runs away.

She has lived for over eighty years and has seen all kinds of people.

Wang Cuilan had served her for years, appearing respectful on the surface, but she wasn't oblivious to the things hidden in her eyes; she was simply too lazy to say them.

With Yi Zhonghai around, she wasn't afraid of him.

I just didn't expect her to leave so quickly, without even saying goodbye.

Having lived for over eighty years, I've ended up with no one left to serve me tea or water.

The deaf old woman sighed, went inside, closed the door, sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and reached out to touch the dent on the edge of the bed that she had worn down over the past ten years.

Then she bent down, reached under the bed and groped around for a while, found a cold tin box, and pulled it out.

The paint on the box was peeling off in patches. Inside were dozens of large black ten-yuan notes and some loose grain coupons.

Piles of jade, gemstones, and small yellow croakers—all things from her youth.

The deaf old woman hugged the tin box to her chest, then stood up, opened the cabinet, and pulled out two quilts and a mattress from the bottom of the cabinet, which she then tied together with a hemp rope into a bundle.

Then he put the enamel mug, bowls, chopsticks, and half a bag of millet on the table into a mesh bag.

In the darkness of the corner, a very faint black shadow was slowly gathering.

Lin Tian's ghostly figure silently emerged from the shadows of the wall. "I knew it, there was also a big rat."

The deaf old woman placed the bundle on the bed, turned to get the net bag, and then froze.

A person was standing in the corner.

"Lin Tian, ​​kid?"

The deaf old woman squinted her cloudy old eyes. Her first reaction wasn't fear, but confusion. "Young man Lin, what are you doing here?"

Lin Tian joked, "Grandma, are you packing your bags?"

The deaf old lady instinctively took a step back, her lower back hitting the edge of the table. She had lived for eighty-two years and had seen far too many people.

She can tell eight or nine out of ten people by their appearance at a glance—good or bad, smart or stupid.

But at this moment, looking into Lin Tian's eyes, she couldn't see anything.

Those eyes held neither kindness nor malice, neither anger nor excitement, a feeling that made her very uncomfortable.

It was completely out of her control.

Also, the door was closed, so how did he get in?

Or were they already hiding inside the house?

"Young man Lin, what brings you here to see the old lady?"

"Let's see if you've run away."

Lin Tian's gaze fell on the bundle on the bed, then moved to the tin box in her arms. "I'll give you a ride."

!!!

The deaf old woman's heart clenched, but she showed no panic on her face.

She's lived to this age; what hasn't she experienced?

A little kid is threatening her?

Or is he... an evil spirit?!

The deaf old woman slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, placed her cane across her knees, and calmly looked at Lin Tian with her cloudy eyes, tentatively asking:

"You're going to kill me?"

"right."

Why?

"I like."

The deaf old woman, in a fit of anger, cursed, "You want to kill someone just because you like them? Is there no justice? Is there no law?"

"Jia Dongxu, Liu Guangfu, Liu Guangtian, Bang Geng, Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiekuang, Xu Damao—did you kill all eight of them?"

Lin Tian chuckled softly: "The old lady understands better than anyone else, why pretend to be confused?"

The deaf old woman didn't dare to reply, but she was terrified.

There's no need to test him anymore; the evil spirit is none other than Lin Tian right before us.

Or perhaps it was an evil spirit disguised as Lin Tian. In her memory, Lin Tian was an honest and kind child.

She shouldn't have come back.

It’s over.

Do your parents know?

"have no idea."

"That's fine too."

The deaf old woman sighed, despair flashing in her cloudy eyes. "I've lived for eighty-two years, and I never thought I'd die like this."

"Tell me, how do you intend for me to die? I, the old lady, want to die with some dignity."

Lin Tian glanced at the bundle on the bed, then at the tin box in the deaf old woman's arms, and suddenly asked:

"Grandma, where did you hide your money?"

"I don't believe it. That's all you have. You were at least a concubine of Prince Gong when you were young."

The deaf old woman's expression froze for a moment. The other party knew about this? It seems that this evil spirit was once an old acquaintance of Prince Gong.

Have I offended anyone?

The deaf old lady thought for a moment, and long-forgotten memories flooded her mind. It seemed that Princess Gong had been framed and killed.

Could it be that she's come back to take my life?

The more I think about it, the more I am afraid.

But upon closer reflection, if I could kill her while she was alive, why would I be afraid of her being dead?

She quickly regained her composure, but Lin Tian had already noticed that moment of stiffness.

"It's all here."

Don't lie to me.

Lin Tian's voice suddenly turned cold, and the temperature in the entire room seemed to drop several degrees.

"Confess honestly, and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, the tragic fate of Wang Cuilan and Jia Zhangshi will be your end."

What?!

Wang Cuilan is dead? Jia Zhangshi is dead?!

The deaf old woman couldn't believe her ears. There were so many police officers outside, how did they die?

Cuilan is such a good girl to me. She serves me tea and water, does my laundry and cooks for me. She's even more considerate than my own daughter.

Just like that, it's gone.

The deaf old lady slowly sat back on the edge of the bed, placing her hands flat on her knees and her cane against her legs.

"That's fine, that's fine too."

The deaf old woman paused, then looked at Lin Tian seriously and asked a question she had been wanting to ask:

"Lin Tian, ​​who exactly are you?"

Does it matter?

"Important, are you the princess?"

"no."

The deaf old woman closed her eyes, her wrinkled face devoid of any emotion, as calm as a stagnant pool.

I don't know what she's thinking.

Lin Tian didn't rush her; there was plenty of time.

After waiting a while, the deaf old lady opened her eyes, and as if she had come to a realization, she comforted her:

"Lin Tian, ​​stop now, there are police everywhere outside."

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