Siheyuan: Kill Han Qingkui, Tian Zao is entangled with me

Chapter 19 Yi Zhonghai was also robbed

Qilala is now locked up in a solitary confinement cell. She doesn't have to worry about food, and she has everything she needs except freedom.

The key thing is that he has made up his mind that Zheng Chaoyang is his idol, and he wants to become a people's policeman like them.

The investigation results from Shitou Village were quickly delivered, and the identity of his father Qi Yuan had been confirmed.

Qilala is the descendant of a martyr and has no problem with his character, so he can be released.

"Since you are Qi Dazhuang, is this your real name? You are so thin and you are named Dazhuang! In view of your outstanding performance in this incident, you will be released now. Go out and be a good person."

Hao Pingchuan's attitude remained the same, but his tone was much softer.

The two of them almost got into a fight at the beginning because Hao Pingchuan threatened to step on Qilala's marbles, which were the relics left to him by his father.

"Comrade Bai Ling, wait a minute. Lend me the tweezers."

"You wear gloves!"

"I can't take care of it. Our saliva is polluting the environment. Look at the surface of the ring. Is there something in this position?"

"Is this, dandruff? You have really good eyes!"

"Watch more and observe more. As police officers, don't we have to have a pair of sharp eyes?"

"Chaoyang, well said!"

[Unknown dander DNA has been collected and recorded, unnamed]

Shang Chunzhi.

[Naming has been successful]

Shang Chunzhi, who had just boarded the donkey cart heading to Sijiu City, should now be called Qin Zhaodi. Suddenly, she sneezed for no reason and frowned. She had a bad feeling, as if her plan had been discovered.

Within a week, Tian Zao had recovered from his injuries and became the crazy, running-around Tian Zao again.

During the day, he took a group of children to pick up coal cores from the garbage dump, and then went to steal food. He was simply doing all kinds of evil.

But no one would say that they did something wrong. They were all White Dog spies, and they were not even close to venting their anger by stealing from them!

"Meihe'er, come here. I'll buy you a hat. Your ears are so frozen that your chilblains won't heal."

"Thank you, Sister Zao."

"Sister Zao, we are freezing too!"

"I was just wondering, where is the money that guy left last time? He just spends it recklessly and doesn't even know how to buy some clothes. That's not right, the money he used to buy the buns was all fake, can the money he gave be spent?"

"Of course we can spend it! Otherwise, wouldn't we have screwed those people over? No, let's go back and ask!"

"I said that person doesn't have such good intentions. Is he trying to make fun of us?"

Could it be that no one has noticed it in all these days?
They have eaten so many meals, if they have to compensate for them all, they don’t have that much money!

"Uncle Gui, can you use the money Dayong gave you last time?"

"Silly child! You can't use the money? I gave all that to your aunt, and she didn't say anything! What's wrong, Zao'er?"

"It's nothing. A kid just said he received a counterfeit bill. He said someone paid for his buns. The money is still here with me. Can you take a look?"

Uncle Gui put down the bamboo strainer in his hand, wiped his body a few times, took the money and looked at it again and again, "Oh, it's true! But I heard that the liberated areas seem to use this money, right? Zao'er, put it away first. When the People's Liberation Army enters the city, I guess you can use it!"

"Uncle Gui, are you saying that this is money from the liberated areas? In other words, that person is a Communist?"

"Hush, hush, hush, don't worry about your life! They are catching them all over the street! You should keep this money, maybe you can use it in the future. This legal currency is about to expire!"

Looking at the thick pile of French currency in his pocket, Uncle Gui started chatting and laughing with several other vendors.

"Sister Zao, I've asked everyone, and none of the notes are fake! I'm so tired!" "Sister Zao, I've seen the money he gave me, it's all brand new, I'm afraid it didn't come from the Han Mansion?"

Tian Zao nodded and pressed the RMB in his pocket with his hand.

Now that I think about it, perhaps the money he gave to He Yuzhu at the beginning was really the RMB circulating in the liberated areas, and the money he gave later must have been stolen from Han Qingkui's home.

"Come on, I'll treat you to breakfast! Uncles and aunts, please give us a more affordable price. We are all poor children, please just have enough food and clothing!"

Tian Zao is still very popular in this area, and the vendors are willing to give her more food.

As time went by, the city of Sijiu entered the countdown to its liberation.

One could often hear on the radio that a victory had just been won somewhere, and those who could would be excited and look forward to the moment when the city would be liberated as soon as possible.

Yi Zhonghai was sitting in Hongfeng Restaurant at this moment, with a pile of peanuts, a pile of fried tripe and a pot of wine in front of him.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't worried about his own safety when several of them had been killed in their sleep not long ago.

The most important thing is that his wife is infertile, which means he will be left with no family.

It's not that he hadn't considered Jia Zhang, but once he saw Jia Zhang coming out of He Daqing's house, he knew that he had to get He Daqing away as soon as possible, at least out of the city.

Besides, the old lady didn't like He Daqing and thought he was a potential threat.

For the sake of Zhuzi, it is unrealistic to kill him, but Yi Zhonghai still has a way to force him away.

Having made his decision, he stood up, paid the bill, and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the restaurant, Dayong and his friends targeted him.

In their opinion, this Hongfeng Restaurant itself is a den of filth and corruption. Wasn’t the person who was robbed last time still carrying a pistol?
This guy who looks like he's dressed like a worker can't be a good person.

Zheng Chaoyang: That’s right, this guy is not a good person. Moral blackmail leads to hypocrisy.

Several people followed Yi Zhonghai into some deserted alleys and were discovered by him.

"Who are you?"

"Uncle, can you please give me some money to spend?"

"Little beggar? Take it!"

Dayong was about to reach out to take the money when Yi Zhonghai grabbed his wrist and then put the money in his hand, making him unable to move.

"Don't move, if you take another step forward, I'll break his neck!"

Suddenly he felt something pressing against him from behind, and his experience told him that it was a pistol.

How come even little beggars have guns now?
Could it be that he met his partner?
Several children put a sack over his head, hit him on the back of the neck with a stick, and all the belongings on his body were cleaned out.

"go!"

Tian Zao has learned to be smart now and tries not to make any noise.

The pistol that was robbed last time was also snatched away by Erbao, Han Qingkui's number one lackey. The pistol that she was holding just now was Meihe'er's wooden pistol.

If Yi Zhonghai knew the truth, he would be in pain for a long time.

"Is he still a worker? How come he has so much money in his pocket?"

"It's not much. This money can only buy a good meal at most."

"What are you holding?"

"It was on the wrist of that man just now. I saw it when he was grabbing my neck. I had already robbed them, so I didn't need this one, so I took it."

(End of this chapter)