A Simple Divination, Confession And Punishment

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This side of Temple Street.

　　After reading the newspaper, Chu Yuening folded it and put it away.

　　"What's so interesting about murder cases?"

　　Zhang Jiande took off the mouthpiece of his pipe and joked, "Brother De's restaurant has just received a batch of very beautiful abalone. Why don't you give me a favor and have lunch together?"

　　Chu Yuening stood up and smiled, "Brother De is treating us, so we must accept it."

　　"Okay." Zhang Jiande called to Ashanpo who was about to leave, "Shanpo, you come too."

　　"I won't come." Ah Shanpo waved her hand, squinting her eyes and knocking on her snow-white front teeth. "I just bought a thousand dollars for my new dentures. Don't let them all fall out before you even get to taste the abalone."

　　Zhang Jiande knew that Ashanpo was just being polite.

　　In the past, Ashanpo often said that Ade was really generous. He opened a business and treated his friends to dinner whenever he had time. He would definitely lose money.

　　She is old and afraid of getting into trouble.

　　"I really won't go."

　　"Go, why don't you go?"

　　Zhang Jiande didn't want to hear that. He took Ashanpo's hand and went to the restaurant. "I need to test the quality of newly bought dentures at a critical moment. Besides, I don't just have abalone, I have other dishes as well."

　　The frail old lady was dragged along and hurriedly walked a few steps, still shouting, "I won't go, I won't go."

　　Zhang Jiande ignored her and turned around to shout, "Ningning, dinner will start at 12 o'clock sharp."

　　"OK, right here." Chu Yuening closed her stall and took away the cardboard with the sign "Open for business" on the glass cabinet, and saw a car driving into Temple Street.

　　At lunch time, everyone in Temple Street had gone to eat, so the place was very empty, and cars only stopped in front of the stalls.

　　The car window slowly lowered, revealing Mu Kuan's serious face in the back seat. He was wearing a grey custom-made suit with a white handkerchief in his front pocket, and a small section of skin was rubbed red under his sharp eyes.

　　obviously.

　　The successive killings of Mu Xingwang and Yu Xinci were a huge blow to him.

　　"Miss Chu, there are things I want to talk to you about."

　　The girl didn't seem surprised by his arrival. She just said "oh" and didn't make any other move.

　　Mu Kuan looked sharply at the empty stall, which didn't even have basic tables and chairs. He frowned.

　　"Miss Chu doesn't seem to be very good at entertaining guests."

　　Chu Yuening had no intention of inviting anyone to sit down. She smiled faintly through the car window and said, "When it comes to hospitality, I believe no one is more proficient than Mr. Mu. You invited someone to the police station and tried to frame him. I really need to learn from you."

　　She didn't throw a basin of water to chase people away, which meant she had a good temper.

　　"Sharp-tongued." Mu Kuan was about to get out of the car, "Aren't you running a fortune-telling stall? I want to come and have my fortune told."