Criminal Psychology Book 1

Chapter 151: Four sounds 63

On television, the reporter is interviewing a resident.

That was a pale-haired old lady wearing a red armband. The old lady was very excited and told reporters, "Oh, I just watched TV yesterday, did n't you all call for that big star. I look at me. I think, what you said is so familiar, I 'm familiar with it! I think I 've seen it before, and I think about it, guess what happened later, before I went to bed, the old man told me to eat in the morning Anytime, I suddenly knew where I had met the big star you were looking for. "

After the old man spoke, he started to walk, and the reporter asked her a dozen questions.

The camera follows the old man's steps, sweeping through a pink wall with tiles, with blue bricks and stone bridges, and a green river beside the road. The bricks and tiles appearing on TV make Lin Chen feel familiar.

Like the dynasty, he turned his head blankly and looked at Xun Conglian, speechless for a long time.

Because the alley the old man was walking through was called Yanjia Alley, he would walk through it every day.

Song Shengsheng has always lived close to them?

How is this possible ...

The old lady walked along the river for a while, turned left, and entered another alley. Finally, he stopped at the gate of a pie dough stick shop in Mentinguo City.

The camera lens moved to the signboard of this breakfast shop. Lin Chen was shocked again and almost forgot to breathe. He clearly remembered that the day before, the day of the accident at Ansheng International Mall, he and Xun Conglian had returned to this shop.

They sat opposite each other and had a breakfast in the restaurant, which was full of smoke.

The cameraman patted the steaming churros and snow-white soy milk, and finally pointed the camera at the shop owner.

There were so many people around the door, and there were people holding microphones and cameras. The boss was very surprised and surprised: "What's wrong, my old Chen's pancake fritters finally made a name?"

"Boss Chen, where is the little kneading worker in your family who hasn't been able to come out after cooking?" The old lady asked mysteriously.

As soon as the old woman said this, Lin Chen almost bit himself. He finally remembered why he felt Song sounded familiar.

He really should have seen Song Shengsheng. The old lady was right, that is, the chef of the pastry shop, where there was a kneading worker who never spoke.

Sometimes, the boss Chen has insufficient dough and is too busy to take off, he will shout, the chef will come out personally, the person will put down the dough, and then head down and walk back to the kitchen ...

The face of the kneading worker gradually overlapped with the pictures of Song Shengsheng after his release from prison.

Lin Chen thought that in the bustling shophouse, he must have had the opportunity to pass by once or twice with Song Shengsheng, maybe Song Shengsheng gave him a glance, maybe he looked at Song Shengsheng, why did n't he remember it earlier How about this?

But is that really Song Shengsheng?

Without the rivets and mavericks all over his body, the kneader's face was dull and his skin was cracked. He was like the busiest little worker at the bottom of the city, except he was older than those people. There was no trace from the head to the foot.

Lin Chen really conceived a lot of Song Shengsheng's appearance now, and he even preferred Song Shengsheng to become a crazy executioner like Li Jingtian's revenge, instead of Song Jingsheng becoming like this, ordinary, cringe, nothing **** off......