Wu Ping glanced at He Chengda, and the other party nodded at him before he agreed to us.

After he left, He Chengda asked us about the intention of doing this. I saw that the man in the T-shirt looked like he didn't want to say it, but I also knew that it would be better to tell them these things, at least to facilitate the development of the next work!

So I told He Chengda that the injuries they suffered now were tortures from the Southern Song Dynasty, and were specially used to punish bad people, so they must have done something that is despicable.

He Chengda looked at me in surprise, then smiled bitterly, "We have not thought about it, but after checking for several days, these people are pretty clean."

"Check it out again, this is the only breakthrough." I shrugged and saw that it was late, I asked He Chengda if he had arranged a place for us to live.

He was a little embarrassed and quickly explained that he was so busy today that he was very busy. He immediately asked Wu Ping to prepare. I waved his hand and refused: "He has something to do. The town is so big, we can just find a place to live by ourselves. If there is something to do, we can contact us by phone!"

Although He Chengda did not say it clearly, he did not keep us for dinner at this point now, so he must have something else to do. I didn't want to make it boring. I told him that if there was any situation, I would contact me and leave the hospital with the man in T-shirt.

We found a clean hotel in the town, and then we went out to have a meal.

The food in the town is relatively simple. The man with the T-shirt and I chose a spicy hot pot restaurant. I ordered a big bowl of meat dishes, and he ordered a big bowl of vegetarian dishes.

At noon, I was dragged to Yamen Town without taking a few bites. In the afternoon, there were clues to support me. In fact, I was already hungry and pressed on my back. Seeing the man in the T-shirt, I was a little surprised: "You didn't eat at noon?"

"Eat a little." He took a sip of the soup and then buried his head in fighting various dishes. I knew in my heart that no one would have the heart to eat at noon.

"Hey, listen? The Mongolians of Wang Qiang seem to be buried by bolts." I was having fun, and I suddenly heard the discussion.

Although I speak Cantonese, because I often deal with people from all over the world, I heard about it. They were talking about Wang Qiang and his friends being locked up.

I suddenly became interested and looked in their direction. I saw four middle-aged and young men, probably residents of the town, and were excited about talking at this moment.

Another man replied immediately, "They were buried by someone and sent to the hospital to see a doctor. Tsk, if you ask me to tell me, they will be punished!"

This person was saying that those people were not locked up, but were beaten to treat them in the hospital. He felt that these people were retribution, and when he said that the words retribution were retribution, his voice was obviously lowered, and his eyes kept turning, as if he was afraid that others would hear it.

I looked at each other with the T-shirt man, and I became more sure that those people were weird!

Next they chatted a few more words, roughly what those people would do to stay in the hospital forever, but it wasn't a good thing anyway. Later, one of them signaled to us, and they stopped talking about these Mongolians and instead talked about their small things in life.

Of course I was not interested in these things. I originally wanted to ask them about the Mongolians, but they knew that they couldn't find out why, so we gave up so we didn't even bother to alert the enemy. Anyway, if Wu Ping was investigating, we wouldn't be in a hurry.

After dinner, the man in the T-shirt did not go back to the hotel with me, but said he would go out for a walk. I knew he should be looking for clues. He originally wanted to follow him, but he refused.

I didn't force it either. I saw his figure disappearing from the corner and went back to the room by myself.

I had a phone call with Li Mazi in the evening and confirmed that there was nothing unusual in Adou. Today I asked He Chengda that the dead Mongolian named Wang Qiang had problems first, and it was almost a year old. It seems that there was a period of time from the accident to the death. Next, we should pay attention to a middle-aged man with a bearded man named Suo Bude in the ward. He sells cakes, and it has been eleven days since the accident happened, so we are afraid that he will follow Wang Qiang's footsteps!

I sorted out the matter in bed, but in the end I felt upset and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. The man in the T-shirt didn't know where he went and never came back.

The night passed like this, and when I woke up the next morning, I found that the man in the T-shirt had never come back, and his bed had never moved.

I got up and washed up, and met Wu Ping. He bit the steamed bun and said in a vague manner: "They have no problem. They are just businessmen who are dedicated and have been here for many years. They have known each other."

I frowned and signaled him to continue to check. He asked me impatiently if I would be useful if I continue to check like this.

"It's useful." A cold voice came.

I turned my head and saw the man in the T-shirt holding the eight-sided Han Jian staring at us, with a serious expression.

Wu Ping immediately came up and asked him if he had any discoveries. The man in the T-shirt didn't say that he just asked him to continue to investigate as he did now.

Wu Ping sighed: "Of course I have no problem in checking, but I am afraid that the situation will not be suppressed. This morning, Wang Qiang's wife and son of how old they are, and they started to make trouble again! Fortunately, people were busy with their own family affairs early in the morning, otherwise they would not know how much trouble would happen if she made such a fuss."

"Take us to see her." The man in T-shirt said with a steamed bun.

I saw a faint blue color in his eyes and asked him if he wanted to take a break first. He shook his head and refused. I didn't persuade him anymore, but just followed Wu Ping to Wang Qiang's house.

Wang Qiang's family is easy to recognize. It is right next to the vegetable market, and there are many pasta sellers. There are still many customers in the morning. When they arrived at Wuping, they didn't go in. They said that Wang Qiang's wife had seen him, and now she is afraid that she will make trouble, so we just need to go in by ourselves.

I said no, and walked into the noodle shop with the man in the T-shirt. In the shop, a fat and black middle-aged woman was kneading dough. She said a few words to the person who ordered dough from time to time. There was a boy about seven or eight years old next to her. He looked like he was not a Han person. He must be the son of Wang Qiang and the woman.

The boy was very sensible. When the woman made noodles, he put them on the table. Others also liked to tease the children. The boy was also comfortable to deal with it. It sounded like Cantonese was not difficult at all.

"Two bowls of beef noodles." I nodded to the woman, and she responded enthusiastically and asked the boy to take us to the store to sit.

There are not many locations in the store, and I and the man in T-shirt can only compete with others on the table.

After a while, two bowls of hot noodles were served. Taking advantage of the gap between the noodles, I looked at the woman carefully. She saw that her eyes were a little red and swollen, and she didn't look very good. It seemed that Wang Qiang's death had a big blow to her. Now she continued to open a shop for a living...

The man in T-shirt who asked to see the woman seemed to have not seen her. He picked up the noodles and ate them lightly. I looked at him in confusion, but he pointed to the busy mother and daughter and whispered: "Do you think they are making trouble like this?"

After he said this, I realized that Wu Ping and the others kept saying that Wang Qiang’s wife and children were making trouble, but seeing their calmness, they didn’t seem to be able to find someone to make trouble.

I wanted to ask something, but the man in the T-shirt waved his hand, so I had to lower my head to eat noodles, but because I had already had breakfast, I was not hungry, and after eating for a long time, I still had half a bowl of noodles left.

"Let's go." The man in the T-shirt put down his chopsticks and walked out.

I was stunned, but he paid the money and pulled me out of the noodle shop.

Wu Ping was shaking around, and when he saw us coming out, he followed behind. When he made sure that Wang Qiang’s wife couldn’t see it, he came up to ask if we had any discoveries.

I glanced at the man in the T-shirt, but I didn't find anything anyway.

"Look at it again." The man in the T-shirt raised his chin in the direction of the noodle shop. I looked up and saw that after breakfast, there were fewer people in the shop. Wang Qiang's wife was cleaning the store.

Suddenly, a woman rushed into the store, grabbed Wang Qiang's wife and started cursing, saying that it was roughly a retribution, cursing that her noodles could not be sold.

The boy pulled his mother's sleeve while pulling his horrified look, and he looked particularly painful. I frowned and was about to go up to help, but the man in the T-shirt stopped me and signaled me to continue watching.

The woman scolded for about a minute, but Wang Qiang's wife, who had been silently endured, suddenly became ruthless and pushed the woman to the ground, pointing to her nose and said, "Are you blind? I didn't see that there are many people here, so get out of here, otherwise I will splash you with boiling water!"

The woman was naturally unwilling to rush up and fight with Wang Qiang’s wife, but Wang Qiang’s wife was tall and strong, so she pushed the woman back several times, and finally she was pushed out of the store and sat on the ground.

"Is there any reason? The family bullies people here. Your Wang Qiang has not been out of the hospital because of retribution. He deserves it!" The woman howled at the top of her throat. Many people gradually gathered around her. She pointed secretly but no one helped one of them. Finally, the woman spat and got up and left.

I frowned: "Are they bullying orphans and widows?"

The man in the T-shirt sneered: "It may not be that they can't bully even if they want to."

After saying that, he turned around and left and didn't know where he was going. Wu Ping and I followed him for a long time before we realized that he was going to the hospital.

He Chengda and his two stayed in the hospital all the time. When they saw the man in T-shirt, they asked if they had noticed it. The man in T-shirt ignored them and went directly to the inpatient department. I immediately followed.

Who knew that as soon as he entered the ward, he pointed to the man who had made a fuss before and said, "Your injury is very mild. I'll get you some medicine and you will take care of it."

"Ah?" The man looked shocked, and the other four people in the ward looked at him enviously. He realized after a while.

The man in T-shirt took out the medicine he had prepared from his pocket and handed it to the man without any expression, but he was urging him to leave.
Chapter completed!