"Well," Zhang Xin nodded, "I also heard people talking about it when I was having breakfast in the morning. I don't know if it was too much fire and needed police support."

Xiang Xi didn't say anything, his heart sank all the way.

He felt that he was almost sure that this was the dried steamed bun, but he didn't understand why the steamed bun set fire to the old house. There were no one living there when they were young, and there were only a few rooms with chickens, all of which were dangerous houses.

What's the point of burning those houses with steamed buns?

Why not burn Uncle Ping and Erpan?

But... if you want to talk about Mantou going to burn the houses of Uncle Ping and Erpan... he felt even more chilling, that was not arson, but a murder.

Although he was extremely disgusted with Uncle Ping and Erpan, even though he was almost killed by Uncle Ping in the wilderness, he never thought of killing Uncle Ping and Erpan, who had been entrenched in the darkest corner of his heart.

I don’t know if it’s because of the lack of courage or the lack of wish.

He was thinking about this all morning. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't understand it. The more he didn't understand, the more he wanted to think about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he couldn't breathe.

When he ordered the meal at noon, he didn't want to eat, so he just went to the alley at the back door of the supermarket and squatted.

He doesn't smoke much now. Although Cheng Boyan did not force him to smoke, he also said that he would not smoke, so he didn't smoke much.

But now he took out the cigarette box and lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

The smoke was floating in front of his eyes, and his mind finally began to be a little empty.

Cheng Boyan's phone call came at the end of the rest time. Xiang Xi was still squatting at the back door, holding the phone in his hand. As soon as he heard it ringing, he answered it: "Hey?"

"That person is in our hospital..." Cheng Boyan's voice came over.

"Is it a steamed bun?" Xiang Xi stood up.

"I'm not sure yet, I didn't ask the name," Cheng Boyan probably was using the toilet, and there was a sound of flushing there. "And there were police guarding me, so I couldn't find out more about the specific situation."

"Police?" Xiang Xi's legs became weak and leaned against the wall when he heard these two words.

"I'll ask again in the afternoon," said Cheng Boyan, "I'll come to find you after get off work in the afternoon."

"Stop asking," Xiang Xi bit his lip, "If you ask too much, if there is really something wrong, the police should suspect you, don't ask."

"I know what to ask," Cheng Boyan smiled, "Don't go out tonight, wait for me."

"Yes." Xiang Xi responded.

After the stadium event, the supermarket business returned to normal. There were not as many people as they were like that, but Xiang Xi kept wandering around the store all afternoon. He didn't want to settle in the same place, and he panicked as soon as he stopped.

"Hey," Yu Baoquan was chatting with Zhang Xin while playing with his cell phone at the cashier. Suddenly, he patted the table at the cashier. "Have you read the news? It was said that there was suspected drug goods in the room that was in the fire."

"What?" Zhang Xin immediately came over.

When Xiang Xi heard this, he felt like he had been whipped. He was stunned for a moment, then rushed to the cashier and snatched Yu Baoquan's cell phone: "Let's take a look."

Xiang Xi stared at the screen of the phone. There were several fire pictures on it, but he didn't even recognize any of the words on it. He was slow to see the words. When he was anxious, he couldn't understand all the words in front of him.

"It's still a rumor," said Yu Baoquan, "but it's quite true. I'll watch the news broadcast tonight."

"I think it's true," Zhang Xin said, "Maybe the police went there because of this."

poison?

Xiang Xi returned the phone to Yu Baoquan and sat down on the cashier.

"Oh," Zhang Xin pushed him, "Where should I sit? If I'm tired, I'll go to the lounge to sit for a while."

Xiang Xi Station went straight, didn't go to the lounge, and slowly walked to the middle of the shelves.

This is a rumor that has not been confirmed, but Xiang Xi suddenly believed it, it was true.

During his last period in Dawali, Erpan kept leading the people from Uncle Ping's family, those who did not get in the same "circle" with Uncle Ping, and those who were all in the "circle of big trouble".

Xiang Xi was not sure if they were doing this, but he knew that the fourth brother who asked him to buy food and heard from Mantou that he had a younger brother selling medicine in a bar.

Xiang Xi felt the chill spread from his fingertips to his whole body little by little.

Mantou really sacrificed his life to do something big.

After get off work in the afternoon, Xiang Xi helped his colleagues in the evening shift order good goods and returned to the cabin.

At this time, he should have eaten something, but he is not hungry. He hasn't eaten a sip of water until now, but he feels nothing, he is not thirsty or hungry.

From the heart to the head, it's all boring.

The air conditioner in the cottage was on, but he still felt like he was holding his breath. After taking a deep breath for two seconds, he got stuck again.

He turned on the TV and waited for the city news at 8:30. He sat on the bed and was stunned until after 8:00. His cell phone rang. It was Cheng Boyan's phone number.

"You're off work?" Xiang Xi answered the phone and didn't speak for more than two hours. His throat was strangely dry.

"I've gotten off, I've all arrived at the door of your supermarket," said Cheng Boyan, "Are you coming out or I going in?"

"You... come in," Xiang Xi didn't want to miss the news, "Park the car and I'll go out and take you in."

Cheng Boyan parked his car in the parking space on the side of the road. When he got off the car, Xiang Xi turned out from the alley next to the supermarket and waved to him.

He took a bag from the car, crossed the street and handed it to Xiang Xi: "I don't know if you like it or not."

"What?" Xiang Xi took the bag and looked in. There were two large cups from the milk tea shop, one with sugar-soaked fruit diced fruits, and one with roasted fairy grass, all of which were still ice.

"I guess you didn't have a good meal," Cheng Boyan reached out and pinched the back of his neck. "It's all ice, refreshing, and eat something sweet when you're in a bad mood."

Xiang Xi lowered his head and held two cups and took Cheng Boyan into the cottage from the back door. Without saying a word, his feeling of discomfort was much more distracted by the icy in his palm.

"Have you read the news on your phone?" After entering the hut, Xiang Xi sat down at the edge of the bed, lowered his head and pulled the fruit diced with a spoon. After taking a few bites, it tasted very good. "It was said there were... drugs, I'm waiting to read the news now."

"Well, I heard it," Cheng Boyan sat next to him, "Look at the news."

"That person in the hospital..." Xiang Xi asked quietly while eating, but after he spoke, he was a little afraid to ask. He hoped that it was a steamed bun, but he didn't want it to be a steamed bun.

"A young man in his twenties." Cheng Boyan said.

Xiang Xi paused with a small spoon, scooped up a piece of mango diced rice, and fell on her clothes before she could deliver it to her mouth: "It's a steamed bun, it must be a steamed bun."
Chapter completed!