Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Chapter 225

Why not? The child is not familiar with them, and her money didn't come from the wind.

The three cents can be used to buy food, and the cloth can be saved to mend things. It's better than giving it away for free.

Zhang Xiaomei returned the rag bag to her speechlessly.

The child left.

After waiting for a long time, Sister Xi finally came out. Seeing her, she was very surprised and asked, "Why are you here? Are you here to pay your respects? Why don't you go in?"

"I've been in there before, but let's not talk about it," the child said vaguely, waving his hands. "I came to see you, didn't anyone tell you?"

Apparently not.

An Xi frowned and looked back: "Let's talk while we walk. Have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

The child won't skip a meal, otherwise she'll get hungry while running.

An Xi: "Okay, I haven't eaten yet, please have some snacks with me."

The child nodded nonchalantly and asked her if she had found anything and if she had found Xu Cong.

An Xi looked at her with a half-smile: "I told you, you wouldn't come to me if there was nothing wrong. Let's talk upstairs."

An Xi took her to a teahouse, went upstairs, ordered some food, and then still did not answer the child. Instead, he asked her, "What do you think of the Zhang family?"

Child: "Why would I? I'm not familiar with them. I've only met them a few times."

"Tell me about it, you must have some impression." An Xi poured two bowls of tea.

The child thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Zhang is quite polite, and Mrs. Zhang seems kind. Their eldest daughter, Jinniang, is frail but very gentle. Xiaomei is a little... harsh, but she's not a bad person, is she? When we first met, she even invited me over to rest."

But...it seemed like he was asking her about Lianli...

The child looked at An Xi: "Do you suspect they are the murderers?"

An Xi: "Just asking casually, what you said is almost exactly the same as what others said. People who know them also said that this family treats their son-in-law Xu Cong very well."

The child said: "I used to think it was good. The Zhang family cared about him very much. When I delivered the bones, I listened to them talking and felt that Mr. Zhang was open-minded and sensible. Jinniang also protected him. Xiaomei's words were a bit unpleasant to the ear, but she was also on his side. I remember when we were at Fayuan Temple, Xiaomei also said something unpleasant to the ear. Xu Cong told her not to be rude, and she stopped talking. It seems that they don't seem like they would let Xu Cong get angry.

But why did they kick him off the carriage? There's no village or shop in the middle of nowhere. It takes a long time to get back to the city, and it's not even close to Hoenji Temple. He's a weak scholar, so it's dangerous. If they really cared about him, they wouldn't kick him off just for a few words, right? "

The child told everything he knew, and An Xi agreed, "Who says it's not true? It shows that either someone is lying, or there is something else going on. That's what I'm here to investigate today."

Finally, when the conversation got to this point, the child excitedly asked, "So what did you find out?"

An Xi lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "I found out that... they have a very good relationship with Xu Cong."

That's it?

That's the same as what she said.

The child even stretched his ear over to listen.

"No?"

"What else could it be?" An Xi said lazily. "Xu Cong's wife, Jinniang, kept crying. She fainted from excitement while talking. Her mother was scared half to death, and her father didn't care. I'm a captain of the police, not an unreasonable animal. Naturally, I can't interrogate her, nor can I delay their funeral. I'll have to come back another day."

The child lowered his eyes in disappointment, and then thought of another question: "By the way, Sister Xi, why did you return the body to them? Don't you need the body to investigate the case?"

"Yes, it's all used up." An Xi said perfunctorily. The waiter brought the food she ordered to her one after another.

The child heard the funeral music and looked out the window, and saw the Zhang family's funeral procession.

"This family is really weird. They always hold funerals in the morning or at noon, when the sun is shining and the yang energy is strong. Why do they hold funerals at this time?"

An Xi didn't answer, but the waiter interrupted: "Hey, girl, you are from another place, right?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" The child turned his head.

The waiter said, knowingly, "That's what you don't know. We have a custom here that anyone who dies young must be buried at night. Can you guess why?"

Child: "No one has died in my family, how can I guess? Don't keep me in suspense."

The waiter choked a bit, but his interest didn't diminish as he continued to talk non-stop, "This is naturally because the Yin energy is heavier at night. We all say here that people who die suddenly are likely to be unwilling to repent and hold grudges in their hearts. If the grudges are not dissipated, they can't be reincarnated. But if they are buried at night, the Yin energy can greatly increase their power. If there is revenge, there is revenge. If there is a grudge, there is a grudge. Now that the enemy is dead, the grudges will naturally be gone. Speaking of which, this family buried the body a little early. If we wait until night, that will be the best time."

The child was stunned: "Wow, such a clear distinction between gratitude and resentment, usually we invite monks and nuns to chant sutras to pray for the souls of the deceased."

The waiter said, "Oh, what's the point? If you have a grudge, you have to take revenge. It's not too late to recite the sutra after you've taken revenge. Usually, people are asked to recite the sutra after the seventh day."

"Only after the seventh day?" The child pointed out the window and said, "Isn't that person beating the wooden fish chanting sutras?"

There were several bald-headed men in the funeral procession, dressed like monks.

"Hey, that's true. But it's not surprising. Some people find it troublesome and will invite you first. There's no harm in it." said the waiter.

Child: "Of course not. If the monks help the deceased soul to be liberated, how can he seek revenge?"

"If you want to take revenge, just do it. Ghosts with strong grudges can't be easily saved."

Xiao Er's words were completely contradictory. He was also surprised and said,

"That's the monk from Hoenji Temple, right? Wow, this family is really willing to spend money. Oh, look at my memory, this family must be the new wealthy family, no wonder they are so rich."

He seemed to want to continue chatting, but the shopkeeper was not happy: "Hey, hey, hey, why are you chatting again? I blinked an eye and you ran off to be lazy again. There are so many customers upstairs and downstairs, and you don't take care of them. What's the fun of watching?"

The shopkeeper came up from downstairs and kicked and beat him away. He turned around and smiled at them and said, "Excuse me, excuse me, this is a new guy in the shop. He's very talkative. Don't pay any attention to him. Take your time eating. I'll call you if you need anything."

The child really wanted to pay attention to him, but other customers had already complained that the food was served too slowly, so it was no wonder that the shopkeeper was unhappy. But when he turned his head again, the waiter started chatting with people at another table, enthusiastically introducing the local customs and culture.

The customer enjoyed listening to it very much and even gave the shopkeeper some money to listen for a while longer.

So the shopkeeper had to serve the dishes himself, and he was so busy that he almost flew away.

The chubby body was running up and down the stairs, panting.

If he died of exhaustion, I'm afraid he would be buried at night and come to take the waiter's life.

The child looked back at An Xi and said firmly, "There's something wrong with them!"

"What's the problem?" An Xi asked her.

Child: "I don't know, but there must be one."

What the waiter just said sounded... a little strange.

I can’t say for now, but it definitely exists.

"How about you arrest them and question them?"

An Xi, who had been addicted to eating noodles, raised his head and said sternly, "You must never become an official."

It would be reasonable to arrest him as soon as he is told.