Zhao Weiqiang was stunned. He also followed Zhang Xiaofan's eyes and saw that the man he said was old man Zhou. After that, he shrugged his shoulders and relaxed

"This is grandfather Zhou of our village. He has lived in Qinghe Village for generations."

"It's just that I remember the last time I came back from a police holiday to see him, he was in good health."

"Why did I see you this time? I feel a little out of spirits..."

"Well..."

The expression on Zhang Xiaofan's face remained unchanged. He took back his look at Old Man Zhou, pretended to be indifferent, and continued to take two steps forward.

At a corner at the entrance of the village in front of him, he turned directly, with a serious look on his face and said:

"The week you said before, grandfather, you told me the location of his home."

"And is there any other route to his home? I'll get to the old man's house before he does! "

See Zhang Xiaofan's face is serious, don't seem to be joking!

Zhao Weiqiang was also aware of something for the first time. He did not dare to neglect it and quickly replied:

"Yes! There are many small hutongs in Qinghe Village. Mr. Zhang, please come with me. "

With that, Zhao Weiqiang immediately took Zhang Xiaofan to another secluded path with the wind at his feet.

On the way, Zhao Weiqiang spoke to Zhang Xiaofan as he walked

"Mr. Zhang, listen to your tone just now, do you suspect that members of the drug lords are hiding in grandfather Zhou's home?"

"I'm not sure if I can hide in my grandfather's home this week."

"But I'm sure of one thing. That's grandpa Zhou in your mouth. He must be the eye liner of the poison lords in Qinghe Village.

Zhang Xiaofan's face is serious, every word, every word.

"Working for drug cartels?"

"It's... It's impossible. I know grandfather Zhou best. He will keep his duty all his life."

"Not to mention the drug lords. Even in his life, he didn't even go out to Qinghe Village several times

"Mr. Zhang, do you say that Grandpa Zhou is the eye liner of the drug traffickers organization?"

After seeing Zhang Xiaofan's outspoken suspicion that the villagers in Qinghe Village were the pawns of the drug lords.

As a native of Qinghe Village, Zhao Weiqiang also felt quite angry in his heart. He immediately retorted and said.

"Ha ha... Who said he volunteered to work for the drug lords?"

"He is the one who has been demoted, controlled by the demoted master, and controlled by the ghost spirit, even if the ghost spirit is given to the puppet, so that his intention is what he wants."

Zhang Xiaofan made a speech to explain the reason.

"I see..."

Hearing the speech, Zhao Weiqiang suddenly showed a sudden color and said:

"On weekdays, grandfather Zhou can be said to treat people with courtesy and courtesy. He also likes to play mahjong with the villagers and talk about things."

"But recently, I've heard from the villagers that grandfather Zhou's temperament has changed a lot."

"It's not only that the gate doesn't go out, but even if you go out, you're wandering around the village aimlessly."

"The villagers thought that grandfather Zhou was mentally ill and suffered from Alzheimer's disease ahead of time."

Zhao Weiqiang is in a very dangerous situation when he hears that Zhou's grandfather may have been demoted by people organized by drug lords.

As a result, the pace under his feet is also more and more quickly up, and finally actually began to trot up