Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

According to the development of the previous life, this case will not be solved until at least two years later.

The story was broken because of the persistence of the male victim's mother. This uneducated rural mother could not believe that her filial son would abandon her and run away with his lover to have fun.

The mother gave up her family's fields and ran to Shanghai to pick up garbage. She hung around the home of the deceased woman's husband every day. Her efforts paid off. She got along very well with the deceased woman's mother-in-law, and through her deliberate inquiries, she learned many of her mother-in-law's secrets.

Moreover, the mother entered her mother-in-law's house many times to collect garbage and found that the relationship between the mother and son was very distorted. She also discovered that there was an old refrigerator in the storage room of the house that was still plugged in.

There is also a new refrigerator in the kitchen, which is also plugged in. There are only mother and son at home. Is it necessary to use two refrigerators?

The rural mother became increasingly suspicious that there was something in the refrigerator. Perhaps it was a call from the unknown, she felt that her son was in this old refrigerator, so one day, while collecting garbage, she knocked the mother-in-law unconscious, and then opened the refrigerator. Sure enough, she saw two heads. Although they were covered with ice, the mother recognized her son at a glance.

This is how the case was solved. During the interrogation, the police asked the husband and mother-in-law why they did not deal with the two heads. Both of them replied that it was because they were afraid.

In the past two years, they have not opened the refrigerator. They wanted to dispose of the things several times, but the fear in their hearts made them back off. They also thought that it didn't matter if they just kept them frozen, as no one would find them if they were kept in the storage room.

As a result, the case was discovered by the mother of the deceased man, and the mother and son received the punishment they deserved.

Xia Qingqing was recalling the case as she walked to the street. She planned that when Zuo Yang came to get new clothes, she would give him a reminder as revenge for the innocent couple.

The Public Security Bureau is two stops away from Ping'an Lane. Xia Qingqing didn't want to squeeze into the stuffy bus, which smelled even more pungent than canned herrings. So she bought a women's bicycle a while ago, which made it very convenient for her to ride when she went out.

She casually threw the two urns of Xia Tao and Yang Hongbing into the basket in front of the bicycle, found a public toilet on the way, and scattered the ashes.

Xia Qingqing was riding her bike slowly, feeling so happy that she couldn't help humming a song: "Sweet, your smile is so sweet, like flowers blooming in spring..."

Both Yang and Xia’s families are dead!

The Xia family didn't have much property, and the house they lived in belonged to the gear hobbing machine factory. Xia Qingshan spent all his monthly salary and couldn't save a penny, but the Yang family had a lot of property.

A Shikumen house, five shops in the west of the city, plus the treasures she unearthed, even if she did nothing else in her life, these properties would be enough for her to live a life of luxury.

For the sake of these properties, she would not throw manure on the Yang family’s grave on the fifteenth day of the Qingming Festival in the future.

After riding across two streets, Xia Qingqing saw a public toilet on the side of the road. She carried the two urns in, opened the lids, and scattered all the ashes.

Then he grabbed a few handfuls of lime from the space and stuffed them in randomly.

"Just be a good ghost down there!"

Xia Qingqing showed a strange sneer. If she met Xia and Yang's families again in the next life, she would still wipe out their entire family.

Since we have become enemies, we must seek revenge in every life. Forgiveness is something only Buddha can do.

She is a black-hearted person who only knows how to seek revenge and doesn't know how to forgive!

Halfway through the ride, Xia Qingqing stopped and sniffed hard. Where did that alluring fragrance come from?

If she smelled it correctly, it must be the fried dumplings made by the old lady in the alley. She hadn't eaten them for a long time.

There was no grandma who fried oil dumplings in Ping'an Lane where she lived. This thing was not considered a high-end snack. It was just ordinary shredded radish, flour, and chopped green onions, with some seasonings and water mixed into a paste. It was put into a special spoon and fried into the shape of a lantern. It was the ultimate delicacy.

Shanghai people call it Youdunzi, and some call it Youdengzhan. This snack is the childhood memory of Shanghai children. It must be fried by the grandma pushing a tricycle in the alley, and it must be fried many times in oil, only then will this kind of Youdunzi taste good.

The fried dumplings in high-end restaurants, fried by chefs in white coats and served on high-end blue and white porcelain plates, always taste a little off.

Oil lamp, also called oil lamp

"It smells so good!"

Xia Qingqing took a deep breath and decisively followed the smell into the alley. Today was a good day, and she had to eat something good to celebrate.

"Ci..."

A kind-looking, clean old lady was frying rice cakes skillfully. On the wire rack above the oil pan were some fried golden dumplings, emitting an enticing aroma.

There were a few children gathered around the tricycle, all staring at the oil pan and swallowing their saliva.

"Stay away from the frying pan, don't let it splash on your face!"

The old lady spoke in a very gentle tone, asking the children to stay away from the stall, saying that children have tender skin and would definitely get blisters if splashed by hot oil.

"Grandma, I need to put lots of sweet bean paste in my rice cakes!"

"Grandma, can I also put sweet bean sauce on my fried dumplings?"

The children seemed to be very familiar with the old lady. They all made requests at once, and the old lady responded with a smile: "Okay, all good!"

She took out the fried rice cakes, spread sweet bean sauce on them one by one, and according to the children's request, applied a thick layer of sauce on them, making them look even more appetizing.

Fried rice cake

Xia Qingqing couldn't help swallowing her saliva. The fried dumplings made by this old lady looked delicious. She walked over and said generously, "Grandma, I want ten fried dumplings and sixteen skewers of fried rice cakes. Three fried dumplings and five skewers of fried rice cakes should be coated with sweet bean sauce, and the rest should be coated with spicy sauce!"

"Wow, sister, are you done eating?"

Several children blinked their eyes with stars, so envious!

“I can finish it!”

Xia Qingqing smiled and winked at them. Of course she couldn't finish it, but she packed some for Shen Qiubai and Xiaoyu Tieniu. With Tieniu's hippopotamus stomach, he could finish it even if there was twice as much.

"It's two dollars and two cents in total. Wait a moment!"

The old lady calculated the cost and felt a little embarrassed. It would take a long time to fry so many, and she was afraid that Xia Qingqing would think it was too slow.

"Don't worry, fry the kids first."

Xia Qingqing paid the bill and sighed that prices were so cheap nowadays. Fried dumplings were one dime each, and fried rice cakes were one and a half dimes for two strings. One could eat a lot for only two or three yuan. Money was really worth spending.

It was two or three in the afternoon, and the sun was still quite strong. Xia Qingqing was standing there feeling bored, looking around at the scenery. When she saw the place name written on the sign in front of her, her heart began to beat fast.

Baoqingfang!

Xia Qingqing's face changed. She was not sure whether this Baoqingfang was the one she knew. There were thousands of alleys in Shanghai, and many had the same name, especially those with auspicious and festive names. The rate of duplicate names was very high.

"Grandma, is this Baoqingfang?"

Xia Qingqing walked back to the stall and chatted with the old lady.

"Yes, if you go in from here, it's all called Baoqingfang." The old lady was obviously very familiar with this area.

"I heard people say before that there was a concubine of a big warlord in Baoqingfang who lived in Baoqingfang. Which house was it?" Xia Qingqing asked curiously.