In the afternoon, the sun is just right.
Zhang Huaiyi turned down other work, drove to an urban village according to the address on the paper, and then walked along the narrow and damp paths of the urban village. After many twists and turns, he finally found his destination.
"Dong dong dong."
After a while, a voice came from the room:
"Who?"
"Hello, I am Zhang Huaiyi from Shangcheng Police Station. Are you Sun Che, the owner of the house?"
Footsteps sounded, the door was opened a crack, and a pair of eyes came out of the crack, looking at Zhang Huaiyi outside the door, and asked:
"Police? What are you doing here?"
"As for your fight, further investigation is needed."
Through the crack in the door, Zhang Huaiyi confirmed that the man in front of him looked like what he saw in the video. He was white, tender, and strong, completely different from before.
Sun Che said angrily:
"Why are you coming to me again? Didn't I already plead guilty and serve? I told you about the Taoist Immortal, and you decided to let me go. So what does it mean now?"
"I came here to learn more about Dao Immortal."
"Is it convenient to go in and sit down?"
Sun Che looked at the polite Zhang Huaiyi in front of him. The arrogance on his face had disappeared a lot, but his feet were still shaking. After a moment of thinking, he opened the door, scratched his head, and sighed:
"Then come in, don't delay me for too long, I still have to practice."
"certainly."
Zhang Huaiyi lowered his head and ducked under the eaves and stepped into the room. He looked around. He had never seen such a small house. There was only a single room, a toilet, and a window that could see the opposite floor. The only other things were a computer and a window. bed.
But now the mattress has been removed. On the bed board, there is a red altar. On the altar is a blue stone statue. This stone statue has a hollow expression and a lifelike shape.
Zhang Huaiyi silently recorded the scene in front of him while talking:
"You don't have to sleep anymore? You don't even have a mattress."
Listening to Zhang Huaiyi's inquiry, Sun Che's tone suddenly became pious. He clasped his hands together, bowed gently to the statue on the altar, and said in a rising tone:
"Of course, if we believe in Taoist immortals, we are different from ordinary mortals."
"On weekdays and nights, cultivation is our rest, so we can get rid of mundane things like the bed."
Zhang Huaiyi chuckled, wondering why this man was so good.
It's not surprising that they would start fighting on the street...
Zhang Huaiyi turned around, faced Sun Che's face, and then continued to ask:
"Can you tell me why you fought with Li Dajie on the street?"
"Well...it's because of some small conflicts, it's not a big deal, but I just can't hold it back."
Zhang Huaiyi did not let Sun Che go and continued to ask:
"A small conflict...what exactly is it?"
Zhang Huaiyi asked. He originally thought this was a very common question, but Sun Che was frozen in place and did not answer for a long time.
Zhang Huaiyi was stunned. He didn't know if he had seen it wrong. He felt that Sun Che's face twitched quickly, his mouth opened and closed. His breathing seemed to have stopped for an instant, and his chest stopped rising and falling. In an instant, It was as if he had turned into wood, but soon he shook his head again and said:
"I'm sorry, I was a little dizzy just now...I almost forgot why I was fighting with him now. It might just be a trivial matter."
"Officer Zhang, aren't you here to ask about the Immortal Sutra? Why are you asking about fighting again?"
Sun Che was a little unhappy and his tone dropped.
have no idea?
Zhang Huaiyi feels a little weird. Maybe others will be fooled by him, but he is very sensitive to people's hearts.
Sun Che could have said that his state of mind changed after practicing the Tao Heart Sutra, or some specific little thing, but he didn't say why.
There are only two possibilities for this situation.
Either he is at fault and is unwilling to make it clear.
Either there was no reason for their fight, but another purpose.
Zhang Huaiyi said nothing and continued to ask:
"Then do you have any advice or suggestions about the Dao Immortal Sutra? After practicing this Dao Immortal Sutra, have you felt any side effects of the Dao Immortal Sutra?"
"Officer Zhang, of course the Taoist Scripture has side effects."
"The Taoist Immortal Sutra cannot save people who have lost their faith, cannot save timid people, cannot save doubtful people, and cannot save people who make trouble out of nothing."
"It has tried its best, and what makes it difficult for him is us humans in the hot water."
Sun Che's eyes returned to the feverish stage again. He looked at the stone statue, clasped his hands together, and silently recited in his heart:
"The Taoist Immortal is above."
"Officer Zhang, everything you do has a price..."
"Perhaps you will encounter setbacks and hardships in your cultivation, and you may want to retreat or give up...but Taoist immortals will support you, inspire you, and let you persevere, right?"
"So, Mr. Zhang, you only need to believe in Taoist Immortals."
Seeing Sun Che's pious eyes, Zhang Huaiyi had no more questions to ask. Extreme comments had no reference value. He didn't believe that something had such a price.
But that’s about it.
He came here because he didn't believe what Director Liu said. Now, except for the strange layout in the room and Sun Che hiding something, he had no other clues. He would have to go to the police station again to check what happened during that period. Monitor and conduct in-depth investigations.
"grateful."
Sun Che closed the door, and Zhang Huaiyi turned around and left.
Walking towards his car along the narrow path, every place in the urban village was covered with water stains, mosquitoes were flying, and Zhang Huaiyi felt uncomfortable after staying there for a long time.
After taking two quick steps, Zhang Huaiyi finally saw the place where his car was, but when he was about to walk out of the alley, an old voice stopped him.
"Hello......"
Zhang Huaiyi looked over. The woman looked to be in her sixties, with mottled wrinkles on her face. She was wearing linen-like clothes and a pair of red trousers. At this moment, she was looking at Zhang Huaiyi with nervous and timid eyes.
"Who are you?"
"I am Sun Che's mother... I just saw you walking from the direction of my son's house. Did you go to find my son?"
"Yes."
The woman in front of her was trembling slightly, with tears and panic in her eyes. She crossed her hands, alternated her index fingers, and sometimes moved her feet forward and sometimes backward.
This was a sign of vigilance. Zhang Huaiyi didn't understand why she wanted to find him alone, and what was she afraid of?
"Is there anything you want to say?"
Zhang Huaiyi looked at the time and urged, and it was this urging that made Sun Che's mother take a deep breath and make up her mind.
"Don't believe him, don't believe what Sun Che says, never believe it."
"Why?"
Zhang Huaiyi was puzzled.
Sun Che's mother suddenly took a step forward, her eyes widened, fear almost overflowing from her eyes, and she said tremblingly:
"because,"
"He's not my son at all."
