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What's wrong?

Lin Shu frowned slightly.

Although he was not in good spirits, he still caught the worry that Chang Yi was trying hard to hide on his face.

Something's not right.

Composing himself, Lin Shu walked out of the dilapidated woodshed under the curious gaze of the young widow.

Chang Yi forced a slightly stiff smile at Yunniang, then closed the courtyard gate.

"What exactly happened?"

Black Charcoal Head's unusual behavior temporarily cheered Lin Shu up.

"Come with me."

Closing the door wasn't enough; the constable then led Lin Shu through a maze of turns until they stopped under an old tree on a street corner.

Chang Yi looked around before finally focusing on the young man in front of him.

His lips moved as if he were organizing his thoughts: "Didn't you ask me to keep an eye on your family the other day...?"

"It's the courtyard," Lin Shu corrected.

"Anything will do," Chang Yi sighed.

He clearly had no time to dwell on these things: "I was worried that if I was occasionally away, the Cunning Fox Gang might take advantage of the situation, so I informed my colleague who was patrolling with me. And guess what he said?"

"Can you stop beating around the bush?" Lin Shu glanced at the dark-skinned man speechlessly.

"The owner of the house is called Old Lady Chen. She was originally from the southern suburbs. Her husband passed away early, and she raised her only son to make a living."

As Chang Yi spoke, his pace gradually quickened: "Later, his son accidentally found a broken bowl, and with the immortal aura left on it, he successfully entered the Qi Refining Realm. He not only became a Purple Dragon Constable, but also settled down in the West City with his mother."

"..."

Lin Shu's eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but connect the words of the charcoal-headed man with the immortal aura in the dilapidated courtyard.

I think I've heard this story before.

Just when he thought Chang Yi was about to continue talking about the broken bowl.

The other party then changed the subject.

"That constable was new to the area and got into trouble with the Blackwater Gang. In addition, he was too inexperienced and was ambushed and killed. Even though the yamen investigated for a long time, they couldn't find any evidence and had to let the matter drop in the end."

"After this incident, Old Mrs. Chen went mad."

At this point, Chang Yi's expression darkened.

As the saying goes, "When a person leaves, the tea grows cold," let alone when someone is dead.

In addition, that senior came from the southern suburbs, and in the western part of the city, he had no relatives, let alone two acquaintances.

The government offices in front even helped pay for the care of this crazy old woman.

But over time, as the old woman moved elsewhere, she gradually lost her attention.

"But none of this concerns you."

Chang Yi composed himself, his gaze turning strange again: "The key point is that that senior has only been in Xicheng for half a year and has been busy with official duties, so..."

"He never had a chance to get married."

How can there be widows if there is no marriage!

Where did these children come from?

Chang Yi had already found out about this matter, but after repeating it once, he still felt a little creeped out.

An old woman who had gone mad was thus usurped.

The retirement money her son earned by sacrificing his life for her, along with her own life, were now controlled by two strangers.

It was as if robbers had broken into her home, and she had no way to call for help. Her neighbors even thought they were her relatives!

"Wow, aren't you surprised?"

Chang Yi suddenly noticed the expressionless face of the young man beside him.

"Surprised." Lin Shu nodded slightly.

"Not a single word of truth is out of your mouth!" Chang Yi clearly didn't believe it. Who would be so calm when they were surprised? It was a waste that he had rushed over to report the news as soon as he found out about it.

"call."

Lin Shu remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath.

He was actually telling the truth.

The only difference was that the two were surprised at different points.

When someone died in the yard, the young widow's first reaction was to collect the body, not to take care of her children.

In addition, the neat handwriting on the note and the woman's orderly and tactful manner made her very pleasant to be around.

All of these behaviors made Lin Shu realize the unusual nature of the widow's identity.

But he never bothered with it because he was too lazy to meddle in other people's business.

Just don't let it affect you.

To put it bluntly, Lin Shu has never asked the widow's name.

Perhaps it's the influence of memories left behind by the previous incarnation.

He had personally witnessed the worry on the old woman's face regarding her grandson.

Therefore, Lin Shu guessed that this family might have had an unusual background in the past.

The only thing I never expected was that even the whole "family" thing was fake.

"I'm saying this so you can be careful. That girl is not simple. Don't fall into her trap."

Chang Yi shook his head in a mature manner, and secretly patted Lin Shu on the shoulder, trying to save face.

But upon realizing the young man wasn't responding, he suddenly panicked: "Wait, you're not thinking of killing them, are you?!"

Now that he had found out about Old Lady Chen, Chang Yi naturally also learned about the opera troupe.

This is also why his attitude towards Lin Shu has changed again today.

To stand up for the crazy old woman and ruthlessly kill four bastards, even if he's a fox, he's a fox with a bit of chivalry!

But the problem is...

"Old Mrs. Chen was beaten to death by Liu San in the southern suburbs."

Chang Yi recalled the ruthless way the person in front of him had attacked and quickly said, "Even if this widow and her child aren't exactly good people, they're not that bad yet. Please don't—"

"Let me tell you, if they both die, I'll definitely hold you responsible!"

He came over with good intentions to remind them, but he never intended to harm anyone.

If these two people were to die, Chang Yi would be so distressed that he wouldn't be able to sleep for half a month.

"Do I look like I'm mentally ill?"

Lin Shu rolled her eyes at the other person, turned around and walked towards the street, saying lazily, "Going back."

He listened as if he had just finished telling someone else's story, without making any comments or showing much emotional fluctuation.

They quietly returned to the courtyard.

In the courtyard.

A smile lit up Yunniang's sweet face as she asked in a clear voice, "Lord Lin is back. What would you like to eat tomorrow morning?"

It's much better for my benefactor to associate with the constables than to deal with those foxes.

"Either is fine, it's up to you."

Lin Shu responded as usual, with no change in her expression or gaze.

He strolled into the side room and closed the door behind him.

The same scene has happened countless times recently.

The two had developed a tacit understanding, and it always ended with Yunniang saying, "You should rest first."

But this time, the young widow stood still, a hint of hesitation gradually appearing on her face.

……

Inside a side room.

Lin Shu lowered her eyes and tried to force a smile.

Just like when I was beaten half to death and leaned against the woodshed in the southern suburbs.

This is his habit.

When you are in a very bad mood, try to calm yourself down temporarily by adopting a relaxed attitude.

But this time it doesn't seem to work.

Even though he had more experience than his predecessor, he was still just a human being.

Everyone gets tired.

Lin Shu's eyes were filled with deep fatigue as she sat on the bed expressionlessly.

If I remember correctly.

It has been almost half a month since he opened his eyes in the southern suburbs, and he has not had a single full night's sleep yet.

Most of the time, I would lean back in the armchair at the magpie's nest and close my eyes for a light nap.

First and foremost, once you've received the money, you have to get things done properly.

Whether they were prostitutes or madams, they were far too weak in front of a brute. If he wasn't careful, they might be dead already.

Secondly, Lin Shu didn't like the smell in Qingliu Lane.

That disgusting smell, permeated with the cunning and deceitful practices of the swindlers, their coercion and enticement, ultimately converging into a cesspool of flesh and blood.

He is used to separating work and life.

Comparatively speaking, this dilapidated woodshed was much cleaner, which made Lin Shu feel more at ease.

I kept to myself and that widow and her child, and it was fine as we lived like this.

but now……

That sense of security has been taken away.

The dilapidated courtyard was no cleaner than Qingliu Lane.

In comparison, those prostitutes, whether driven by snobbery or fear, surprise or relief, seem insignificant.

At least the expressions on their faces were genuine.