"Qijin is back. This is brother Yuanyuan, Lin Zhi! Xiaozhi, this is the young gentleman I told you. Even though he is young, he is very capable, especially Huang Xian'er, that is called..."
"Auntie, let's talk about business first!"
I saw that the old lady's interest was aroused again, and Xu Yulan started to talk eloquently out of nothing, so I quickly interrupted her. After all, Lin Zhi's mocking gaze was impossible to ignore.
"Brother, tell me about your situation."
"I'm fine."
Okay, okay, Lin Zhi looks like he's indifferent, coupled with his donkey face, it makes people angry just looking at him.
"Lin Zhi! Speak to Qijin! Your eldest brother's rotten hand was cured by Qijin!"
Lin Zhi still lowered his head, unmoved, as if he didn't hear what his mother said.
What a traitor!
"Pressed incense money!"
Originally, I had a relationship with Lin Yuanyuan, so I casually helped him read it, but they seemed unwilling to appreciate it, so let's just follow the procedure.
"Sister-in-law, you can take as much or as little as you want!"
Seeing the old lady stunned, Xu Yulan quickly reminded her.
The old lady took out five hundred-dollar bills from her pocket, and I didn't show any politeness.
"Lin Zhi's birth date!"
The old lady and Xu Yulan looked at each other for a long time before hesitatingly telling me a date and saying that it was not very accurate. I was convinced that Lin Zhi was suffering from depression.
"Do you still need to investigate this matter? Just ask me!"
Liu Longyun climbed in along the crack in the door and wrapped his arms around me.
"I am full?"
Huang Tianqi watched him slip away with his mouth full, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Hahaha! I bought too much, this is enough to hold me back!"
Li Ning made up for the days when Mr. Liu was away.
"This kid fell into a river, Xihe, when he was five or six years old. He didn't seem to be normal after he got up. I checked with Wen Suying and couldn't find anything."
With Liu Longyun, Huang Tianqi basically didn't need to go out to investigate matters in Jinjiacun.
"You...had a brain injury when you were a child?"
As soon as the words came out, I wanted to laugh, but I was afraid that Lin Zhi would hit me and I had to hold it in.
As expected, Lin Zhi's expression changed, he put away his deliberately pretended cynicism, and glared at me fiercely.
"Ah? How did my son get so wet? Did he forget to take out his umbrella on a rainy day? I'm telling you that you don't know what to do all day long. Your brother keeps his head down as if he hasn't woken up. He's just as out of tune as your father... "
I...I don't think I need to read it. Lin Zhi is depressed. I have to stay with the old lady for two days, and I will be depressed too!
"Washing bottle, watering bottle—"
Tangtang's voice sounded on the steps. Don't tell me, it really sounds like it!
"I think your brain just got wet!"
Lin Zhi was upset by his mother's harassment, and he yelled, and the world fell silent.
"I mean, you fell into the Western River when you were a child!"
Lin Zhi's expression changed as soon as I finished speaking.
"What the hell? Why didn't I know when you fell into the river? I don't tell you every day..."
"This old lady is really good at squirting. The boy was afraid that she would squirt when he got home, so he hid from the cat next door, Mr. Wang, until his clothes were completely dry before returning home."
The two children of the Wang family next door are the same grandmother as Lin Yuanyuan, and they can be considered real relatives. Wang Jiaoyang caused Lin Yuanyuan to die when she was poisoned by the five ghosts. Her younger brother Wang Chuan is similar in age to Lin Zhi, and they also played together when they were children.
"Are you sick? This is a communist society. If you don't learn well at a young age and you are pretending to be a god and fooling people in the countryside, you should be arrested and shot by the police!"
Damn, her little brother's mouth is too poisonous. I asked Mr. Huang to get up quickly so that I could give him a few mouthfuls!
It was rare for Huang Tianqi not to have the same level of experience as him, so he said that something was wrong with him, and he couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.
I calmed down and sent a WeChat message to ask Li Ning to come in. If I can't move my hands, I can't move my mouth either.
"Old Xian'er said that he has something wrong. As for what the problem is, he has to go check it out. Madam, please take him back first!"
"Ah? It's okay for me to go back. I'll just sit there for a while."
Lin Zhi raised his butt and left without looking back. I heard Zhang Shibo greeting him and he didn't say a word.
"Seven pounds, how about it?"
Zhang Shibo's expression was somewhat gloating.
"Forget about brother-in-law, he has a brain problem and I can't communicate with him!"
"Hahahahahaha, no one can communicate with him."
Lin Zhi didn't cooperate at all, so the old lady only knew how to gossip and talk about the family's problems. She didn't know anything about business matters, so Huang Tianqi planned to go to his house to have a look.
"Hey - I suddenly remembered that there is a nest of yellow skins in the stone pile at the door of his house. Let's go ask them."
Liu Longyun took Huang Tianqi to Lin Zhi's house, and Zhang Shibo also started to pack his things. He had recently been on annual leave and had been living with Lin Yuanyuan in his old house. He had to go to work tomorrow.
"By the way, Qijin, have you seen my dad recently?"
Listening to him talk about Lin Xihong, I also remembered that I had not found him since we left the black market. We had been back for more than ten days. Logically speaking, Lin Xihong should not have shown up.
"Brother-in-law, uncle didn't say what he did?"
"Dad often goes out when he comes back from the black market. We can't see him. Tangtang said that every time he goes out, he will say, the day I went to pick you up, my dad said he was going to check something with some friends."
Could it be that Lin Xihong also went to investigate the ghost gate? The friends he mentioned might be Five Ghosts.
