Chapter 370

"Hey, what's the matter! I didn't see the old man that day. "

Zhang Yifei listened to brother Jie's words and then waved his hand casually: "you can see Master Peng's attitude that day. He and the old man are comrades in arms, so he directly judged me as the murderer in his heart, so it's normal for him to find something."

"But his grandson is a policeman."

Jay tore open the package of cigarettes, took out one and lit it for himself. He wrapped a cigarette and tightened his tight black cotton padded jacket: "you're not afraid of this. What moths do they make?"

"Police? What's the matter with the police? If he's a police officer, he can turn white into black. The police are reasonable. "

Zhang Yifei's tone is still indifferent: "it's such a thing. Our brothers and sisters can testify to me. The old man can't think of doing so. I can't help it."

"So is it."

Brother Jie nodded with smoke from his nostrils: "we all see your behavior. Usually, it's from the neighbors. We all know your people. We can testify to you."

"OK, thank you."

Zhang Yifei reached out and patted brother Jie's arm: "then you sit down first. I'll be busy inside. Later, you group a table and continue to play. You all have to help warm up the scene these days."

"OK."

Two people politely two words, then left.

Zhang Yifei folded himself into the room, and the original smile on his face immediately disappeared without a trace. Instead, he frowned tightly.

Zhang Yifei reached out to touch his pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it: "police? When did he have a grandson who was a policeman? "

"Dad."

At this time.

The door was pushed open.

A young man of about twenty-three or four years old opened the door and came in. He put his suitcase aside: "what's the matter? He looks bad. What's the matter?"

This man is Zhang Yifei's son.

Zhang Ye.

I've been working in other places for many years. I haven't come back for some years. I'm going to come back to talk about this marriage at the end of this year. Who knows that the road was delayed. After hearing the news of Grandpa's death, I rushed back all night.

"Nothing."

Zhang Yifei waved his hand and helped him pick up the suitcase: "where's Xiao Li?"

Xiao Li is the marriage object that Zhang is about to talk about.

They are also from a village. They used to be primary school students and haven't been in touch for many years. The latter two met outside and talked about it for a long time. The original decision was to come back and finalize the marriage at the end of the year.

"Xiao Li went home first. She was very tired after a day's ride, so let her go back to bed first and talk about it tomorrow." Zhang also opened his backpack and took out a soft Chinese from his suitcase: "here, I'll bring it for you."

"Where did you buy it?"

Like his son, Zhang Yifei didn't speak again: "do you sleep first or?"

"Can't sleep."

"Then go out."

Zhang Yifei grabbed a white filial piety cloth from the cabinet, tamped it, put it on Zhang Ye's head, and pulled him out.

Silent all night.

……

In the countryside, Bai Xi is guarded 24 hours a day.

When they arrived, there were basically no outsiders in the room.

"You?"

Although Zhong Tianzheng, Ah Xiang, had been here yesterday, we didn't have a great impression of this person, but we just felt familiar.

"Ah, we're looking for uncle Yifei."

Zhong Tianzheng organized the language and introduced himself: "I'm Peng Desheng's grandson. Few people come here. You may not know me."

"Oh."

As soon as the woman heard this, her tone suddenly cooled down.

Grandpa made a big farce here yesterday. Naturally, he was not popular with others.

"I'll find uncle Yifei."

Zhong Tianzheng said again.

"Don't say a word..."

Before the woman finished speaking, Zhang Yifei came out of the room.

"All right, stop talking. It's all from the villagers. I understand master Peng."

Zhang Yifei frowned, glanced at the woman, motioned him to stop talking, and then looked at Zhong Tianzheng Ah Xiang: "I remember you two. What's up?"

"Ha, there is something I really want to talk to you about."

Zhong Tianzheng glanced indoors and then looked at the open space outdoors: "why don't you go out for a cigarette?"

"That's OK."

Zhang Yifei thought for a moment and nodded.

The three came outside.

Zhang Yifei reached for his pocket and took out the white sand.

Zhong Tianzheng first took out the unfinished half box Zhonghua in his pocket: "come on, smoke mine. It's OK to smoke. The most important thing is that the cigarette has origin."

"Hehe, OK."

Zhang Yifei didn't refuse either. He reached for the cigarette and said, "what's the matter with me? About my dad? Last night, the card player in the canteen told me what happened. "

"Ah."

Zhong Tianzheng was stunned for a moment, looked at each other with Ah Xiang, and then nodded: "yes, it's really such a thing."

They did not expect that Zhang Yifei would take the initiative to raise this issue.

But it's much easier.

Since Zhang Yifei is willing to say this directly, let's get straight to the point.

"You must know our identity. There's no other meaning. It's just to deal with my grandfather. After all, you know their relationship."

Zhong Tianzheng thought about it, simply paved the way, and then went straight to the theme: "that afternoon, the little girl saw you also appear on the road. According to her description, you should be a little away from him, but it's enough for you to see him clearly."

"You were already unhappy that day because of the residence of old Zhang. He went out alone. Can you rest assured of him? Besides, you should have seen him? Didn't you see something in his hand? "

When talking.

Zhong Tianzheng's eyes have been staring at Zhang Yifei.

The upgraded version of the devil's eye was also played to the extreme, trying to capture any wrong expression on him.

"No."

Zhang Yifei shook his head and wrapped his breath in the flue: "I still know the old man's character. I think he shouldn't do such a stupid thing. The old man is unhappy. Go out for a walk, or find someone to talk about it. This is also very normal, so I don't care."

"As for what you said, I can't see him."

Zhang Yifei looked up into the distance and shook his head slightly: "I have myopia. I don't know the specific degree, but as long as people are far away, they are blurred in my sight and can't see clearly."

"If you don't believe this, you can take me for identification."