I regenerated a small bodyguard

Gao Qin smiled: "Your aunt has gone to cook, it will be ready soon."

Mu Haochang looked around at the peeling walls, dilapidated tables and chairs, and a piece of red pepper hanging from the door. He really didn't have any hope that there would be anything to eat here, so he tried to move past Mu Jiashu. Bringing that personable look into this environment, I didn't do it.

I really messed with those bastards, didn't Mu Jiashu die a long time ago?In this world, there could never be another person like him.

At this time, Mu Haochang heard the little old lady say to Mu Jiashu: "My son is different when he grows up and becomes a city dweller. Grandma remembers that you were like your mother when you were young. I didn’t even dare to say a word, it’s like a different person now.”

Mu Haochang looked up at Mu Jiashu again, Mu Jiashu smiled calmly, and said in agreement: "Yes, I have changed a lot since I was a child."

The food was brought out quickly. Mu Haochang took a look at it. There was a plate of fried wild vegetables in the middle of the table, which was black and bald. He and Mu Jiashu each had a white-faced steamed bun. The steamed bun was white and round. It looked... very boring. .

Gao Qin was afraid that the two of them would not taste good after eating, so she picked a handful of chili peppers from the vegetable field outside and put them on the table.

Mu Haochang has never eaten steamed buns since he was a child. He thinks that the stuff is like gnocchi, which tastes like chewing wax, and it is really not delicious.

When Mu Jiashu arrived here, he was extraordinarily modest, and asked, "My aunt has worked hard, don't you guys eat together?"

It was Gao Qin's son who answered: "You guys eat, we are done eating."

Mu Jiashu thanked him and sat down at the table.It was the autumn harvest season, and everyone else had work to do, so he and Mu Haochang were left in the kitchen.

Just as Mu Jiashu picked up the chopsticks, he heard movement at the door. He turned his head, and a little girl with shofar braids came in with two bowls of rice soup, and put them on the table on tiptoe.

She looked only five or six years old, and she was no taller than a table.

Mu Haochang looked at the red-headed rope on the shofar braid, and couldn't help laughing. After Mu Jiashu took a look, he pulled the rope without hesitation.

The little girl raised her head and asked seriously: "Uncle, what are you laughing at?"

Mu Jiashu glanced lightly at Mu Haochang's face, and Mu Haochang's smile froze for a moment before he said, "I'm just laughing...you look so cute."

The little girl grinned, revealing her two missing baby teeth, and then smiled: "My mother told me to bring the soup for the two uncles to drink."

Mu Jiashu said: "Thank you. Are you full? Do you want to eat with us?"

The little girl said obediently: "I won't bother uncle to eat, go out and eat with mother."

Mu Jiashu smiled and handed her his steamed bun.

The little girl bit her finger and looked at it for a while, then shook her head.

Mu Jiashu blinked: "Uncle can't eat anymore, please do me a favor."

The little girl licked her lips, took the steamed buns hesitantly, put them on the table suddenly, and ran away.

As soon as she went out, Mu Haochang walked to the side of the big stove, opened the pot and took a look, and found that it was all black except for a white-faced steamed bun.

Chocolate buns?

...Probably not.

Mu Jiashu's voice came from behind him: "Buckwheat..."

Mu Haochang grinned and broke off a piece, put it in his mouth, his expression became a little weird.

Mu Jiashu finished speaking: "...It's not delicious."

Mu Hao advocated: "..."

It was hard for him to spit on the floor of other people's kitchens, so he endured it, swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth reluctantly, walked to the front of the table and drank the bowl of soup in one gulp: "Shen Shu, are you sincerely entertaining me? "

Mu Jiashu said: "I didn't expect that you would suddenly break off a piece from someone's pot and eat it. What do you think, are you hungry?"

Mu Hao advocated: "..."

He took a deep breath, pretended he didn't hear the question just now, and asked Mu Jiashu: "Coupled with white flour steamed buns, it's a good thing here, specially for entertaining guests?"

It is estimated that some white noodles were specially reserved for the New Year, but I didn't expect that there would be people at home, so I took them out, Mu Jiashu said: "So don't be picky, eat it."

After he finished speaking, the little girl ran in again, dragging a smaller boy with a little black buckwheat bun in his hand.

The little girl smiled at Mu Jiashu embarrassedly, picked up the steamed bun from the table, broke it in half, and gave the big piece to her younger brother: "You eat this! Uncle gave it."

She picked out the little black steamed bun residue from the little boy's hand, ate it herself, and asked the little boy to say "thank you, Uncle" to Mu Jiashu.

The little boy said it, and after he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Mu Haochang, and said "Thank you uncle" again while eating the steamed buns.

Mu Haochang, who watched the whole process, was stunned for a moment, and said stiffly, "Ah, you're welcome."

The little boy concentrated on eating the steamed buns, as if they were the most delicious food in the world.

Mu Haochang looked at Mu Jiashu, broke off half of his steamed bun, and put it in his bowl.

Mu Jiashu: "..."

No matter how peaceful he is, if Mu Hao advocates doing the same thing, it really doesn't seem so touching...

Mu Haochang looked at him, as if he was researching whether Mu Jiashu would eat this steamed bun. Along the way, he always looked at Mu Jiashu with eyes full of evidence and thirst for knowledge, which was really creepy. Panic.

Fortunately, Mu Jiashu's psychological quality is strong, he had already vaguely realized something, and didn't say anything. He picked up the steamed bun and took a bite, sharing the joys and sorrows with him.

The two had dinner and rested for the night. The next day, Mu Haochang went to visit his resort, while Mu Jiashu went to find the head of Xiaobohe Village and talked to him about the Hope Primary School.

The signal here is very bad, Mu Jiashu dialed all the way, and finally connected with Wei Xun when he was near the entrance of the village.

"Why didn't you answer yesterday's WeChat call?"

When Wei Xun picked up the phone, that's exactly what he said at the beginning.

Mu Jiashu said: "The signal is not good, so I called you as soon as there was a signal. What are you doing?"

Wei Xun said, "I'm at the police station. It's the disfigurement case last time. You remember, today we're interrogating the man we arrested a few days ago."

Mu Jiashu said unexpectedly: "Hearing your tone, is there anything unusual about him?"

Wei Xun said: "Ah, it should be counted. I read the confessions of these few times. I found something in common among the criminals. The first person had a younger brother who was terminally ill; the second person, his father drove the car. One person was maimed, and a huge sum of money needs to be paid; the third person, a drug addict; the one you caught, his wife had kidney failure and needed a transplant."

Mu Jiashu realized something: "They all have a reason, they need money very much."

Wei Xun said: "Yes, I suspect that someone has seized this weakness and lured them to kill women with money. So these people seem to be neither related nor experienced, because the speculation that they belong to the same criminal gang at the beginning It's just wrong!"

Mu Jiashu thought for a while, and felt that Wei Xun's deduction was the most reasonable explanation: "Then now we only need to find out who is behind the scenes... There is likely to be only one person, and it is difficult to find psychopaths. It shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Wei Xun said: "It's really not that easy. People from the police station asked all night last night. None of these four have ever met a real person. They contacted by phone, and the money was directly transferred to the bank card..."

When he said this, his voice suddenly stopped.

Mu Jiashu said, "Huh? Third brother?"

Wei Xun didn't think much about it before, but when he relayed the story to Mu Jiashu, a thought suddenly crossed his mind: How does this model look so similar to the person Pang Xing told him to kick away Mu Jiashu's medicine bottle?

Could it be that Wen Hui was the one who asked Pang Xing to do this?

This incident was full of twists and turns. At the beginning, after they interrogated He Maolin, they thought that Wen Hui was the one who sent Pang Xing, but there were still some details that had not been clarified, so they did not do anything for the time being.

Following Wen Youlian's exposure, Mu Yanrui and Wen Hui's conversation was overheard by Mu Jiashu, and Mu Haochang's quarrel with Wen Hui, both Wei Xun and Mu Jiashu thought that the matter was basically cleared up.

The person who helped Wenhui behind the scenes was Mu Yanrui, but Wenhui didn't know anything about Mu Jiashu's murder. home, but now...

Is all this still certain?Or maybe you're thinking too much.

His mind was thrown into chaos by this sudden thought, and when he heard Mu Jiashu calling him from the other end, he quickly agreed.

Mu Jiashu said: "Is there something on your end?"

Wei Xun collected himself and said, "The signal was not good just now, I couldn't hear you."

Mu Jiashu had no doubts: "It should be my problem, this village is too remote."

Wei Xun said: "That's right, you should come back early after finishing your business, so don't make me always worry about it."

"Don't worry, it'll be soon." Mu Jiashu agreed, and then said, "I'm calling you because I want you to come to our house for dinner. at home……"

He only used the word "he" to refer to his father, but Wei Xun understood immediately: "I know, leave it to me."

Some things are really awkward in my heart, but what should be done must be done. Mu Jiashu doesn't want to cause regrets because of temporary anger or willfulness.He wanted to tell him something, but felt it was unnecessary, Wei Xun's attitude towards Mu Yanrui was much better than their brothers.

He sighed softly: "That's all right, I'll hang up."

The author has something to say: Thank you Yuyu for the nutrient solution, yum! ∩_∩