A Simple Divination, Confession And Punishment

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The next day.

　　At daybreak, cleaners were already out on Xiyi Street in Mong Kok, pushing garbage trucks and cleaning up the city's garbage after late night.

　　Two ice trucks were parked at the back door of Longfei Building not far away. Workers were loading bags of ice onto the trucks. Five people gathered at the nearby electric pole, all wearing the same blue vests and holding breakfast.

　　The man standing in the middle was a man in his forties, with a bald face and a plump complexion. He bit a dough stick and sipped soy milk, saying, "Ayong, you're comfortable now. You don't have to do anything in the police station, and you get paid even if you're idle."

　　"Brother Ming is so envious, why not go yourself?"

　　The elder brother stopped chewing his dough sticks and glared at the man who was talking. "I urge you to wash your mouth. It looks like a toilet. Should I go? You should go."

　　"Hey, hey." A slightly younger man leaned forward mysteriously and lowered his voice, "Do you think Fan Zhiyong killed anyone?"

　　"Ayong is most afraid of his wife. She doesn't even have the courage to go to karaoke with him, so how could she have the courage to kill someone?" The eldest brother analyzed the matter seriously, and soon he finished eating the fried dough sticks, and he didn't forget to lick the grease on his fingers.

　　The news that a pregnant woman's body was found in the Hung Hom Tunnel yesterday caused a sensation in Hong Kong early in the morning.

　　The guys at the ice delivery company were all shocked.

　　Everyone recognized that the ice truck that accidentally dropped the female corpse in the newspaper was the company's ice truck.

　　"It's hard to say." The young man said, "It's hard to tell who the murderer is now."

　　"Hey, hey, hey, it's 7:50. Are you still having breakfast here? Don't you need to start work?" Another young man came out from the back door. He pointed at his watch and then at the ice truck. "The bosses are waiting for ice. Let's get going."

　　As soon as the boss gave the order, four people got on the ice truck to start working. When the truck drove away, the boss discovered that there was a sugar water stall just across the street from the ice transportation company.

　　The glass cabinet of the stall was sparkling new, filled with jars of sweet soup. There was a small wooden table next to it, and a large cardboard next to the stall with the words "Fortune Telling, Sweet Soup" written on it.

　　Many people had already bought sugar water early in the morning.

　　The owner of the dessert stall wore an apron with "Chu Ji Detang Shui" written on it. The morning light shone on the stall, making his hands, which were holding the dessert, look white and smooth.

　　"Wow, that's beautiful."

　　The remaining few people shouted in unison.

　　"When was there a sweet soup stand here?"

　　"In ancient times, there was the Tofu Xishi, and now there is the Sugar Water Xishi. No, I want to go and buy a bowl of sugar water too."

　　"Buy, buy, buy, what are you buying?" The boss glanced at a few people and took out a cigarette case and handed them cigarettes. "Hurry up and do your work, or I'll deduct your wages."

　　"Got it. Don't worry, boss. We will get it done." Brother Ming took the cigarette, smiled and led his people into the building.

　　The boss was left looking at the dessert stand, thought for a moment, then took a cigarette from the cigarette box and walked over.