Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

Zhou Feng, however, stood up unhurriedly, leaned close to Sha Zhu, sniffed him, and then nodded affirmatively.

"It wasn't him. My soup smelled delicious. If he had carried it, he would have smelled it on him."

Sha Zhu rolled his eyes, a hint of disdain on his lips: "Is that all? You wronged someone for no reason, don't you have to apologize to us?"

Seeing that Sha Zhu was about to take the opportunity to make trouble, Bai Ling frowned immediately. Just as she was about to stand up and speak up for Zhou Feng, she caught a glimpse of several small figures crouching down, trying to sneak into the central courtyard.

"Wait, stop right there!"

With a soft shout, she swiftly darted forward and grabbed Banggeng, who was crouching down, trying to sneak into the courtyard to go home.

"Hey? What are you doing? Let go of our hamster!"

"Let go of my grandson!"

Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi immediately erupted in anger, glaring and shouting. The latter even lunged at Bai Ling with bared teeth and claws.

"Don't touch anything! I suspect this kid took the basin from Zhou Feng's house!"

Bai Ling was too lazy to argue with them. If she had the answers and was looking for clues, wouldn't it be easy to catch them?

"You're talking nonsense! Our Banggeng is a good boy, he would never do such a thing! What proof do you have?!"

Originally, Jia Zhangshi wouldn't dare to provoke Bai Ling, a civil servant working in the municipal bureau, but now that her eldest grandson Jia Geng was involved, she couldn't care less and directly grabbed Bai Ling's arm.

"I only caught him acting suspiciously, so I grabbed him. But smell how strong the perfume is on him; he's definitely the one who took it!"

Banggeng took this bowl of noodle soup this morning. He had taken his two younger sisters out to make a fire, cook some potatoes and such, and then drank all the soup before coming back.

How could the smell not be strong?

Now that Bai Ling had him caught, he could only struggle desperately, his eyes fixed on Jia Zhangshi, his voice trembling with tears: "Grandma, I didn't! Please save me! She twisted my arm so hard!"

"Let him go! Old Jia—"

Just as Jia Zhangshi was about to cry out, Zhou Feng walked to her side with an indifferent expression.

"Aunt Jia, I'm not trying to scare you, but Comrade Bai Ling works for the Municipal Public Security Bureau and is currently handling a case. If you lay a hand on her, it won't just be a neighborhood dispute anymore."

"Furthermore, are you sure you want to promote those feudal superstitious ideas about ghosts and gods in front of Bai Ling?"

Jia Zhangshi, who was about to shout, was immediately choked by Zhou Feng's words and her face turned red. The wailing she was about to utter was forcibly swallowed back.

"Come on, just in case Comrade Bai Ling makes a mistake, the three gentlemen, please have a sniff too!"

As he spoke, Zhou Feng got up first and went to Bang Geng's side, sniffing him.

It definitely had the aroma of instant noodles, but there was also a sour smell that almost suffocated him.

Qin Huairu usually seems quite diligent, so why does her son smell so strongly?

The three old men also stepped forward one by one to smell him. Although the smell of rottenness was strong, the aroma of spices mixed in was also very obvious!

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong both frowned after just one sniff, but exchanged a glance without saying a word.

Only Uncle Yan Bugui, after just one sniff, exclaimed, "That's it! That's the smell! This is the smell that filled the whole courtyard this morning!"