The next morning, I came out to buy breakfast. Chen Fan, who was queuing outside to pick up fried dough sticks, heard the two girls in front whispering, "Have you heard that I killed someone at the intersection in front last night!"

"Really, what are you doing?"

"A takeaway delivery!"

Chen Fan turned around and asked in a low voice, "When did it happen?"

When the two women turned around, they were asking about a very handsome little brother. The originally cold face immediately became a little excited. "Just last night, a rider was hit by a car at the intersection. He died miserably. The strangest thing is that when he died, he was still holding a handful of dark money in his hand!"

"Mingchao?" The old man who fryed the fried dough sticks was stunned, "Why could it be theMingchao?"

"Yes, it's the Mingchao! Otherwise, it's so evil. Now it's all about it. It's definitely something dirty! The police are investigating and blocking the road!"

Chen Fan frowned slightly, "Isn't there a surveillance monitor at the intersection? You'll know by watching the video?"

"It was said that there was a video, and my brother was working in the police station. I also called him to ask him. He said, from the video, the rider rode over and suddenly stopped from the intersection. Then he got out of the car and walked back. Seeing that there seemed to be something in the middle of the road, he ran to pick it up. When he bent down, a big truck passed by, and then the people on the ground disappeared, all of them were covered in blood..."

The girl made a horizontal movement, "I'm so miserable..."

Everyone was terrified when they heard it. Look at me, look at you, and don’t say anything.

"Let's wait for the news, this matter will definitely be in the newspaper."

The old man who fryed the fried dough sticks said.

"You have to go to the morning newspaper if you don't go to the evening newspaper."

The big brother who bought fried dough sticks also joined in the fun.

“It’s really not easy to do anything now.”

Someone sighed.

"Hey, I looked at the almanac yesterday, and I really said on the almanac that it is not advisable to go out that day."

"What's the point of saying that? If it weren't for making money to support my family, I would have liked to stay at home every day!"

Several people gathered together and discussed.

——Cut—

"I always think this is not that simple."

Chen Fan soaked the fried dough sticks in his hand and said with a pout.

"Have you confirmed it was him?"

Qingqing knew what happened, so she asked.

"What did you say?"

Xiaoman looked at Chen Fan in surprise, then looked at Qingqing.

"Yesterday a rider came to deliver the meal and borrowed a raincoat to come over. This morning, I heard someone discussing that one died at the intersection. I always felt something was wrong. It seemed that the rider was the one who died."

"Is that true?" Xiaoman opened his mouth slightly and looked at Chen Fan, "That has nothing to do with us?"

"Why is it okay? The raincoat is not back yet." Qingqing said, and looked at Chen Fan again, as if Chen Fan was the murderer, because she clearly remembered that when the rider left, he said, "The raincoat is not back yet."

Who can accurately predict a person's death? Either a doctor, a ghost, or a murderer.

Chen Fan is not a doctor or a ghost, and it is not certain whether he is a murderer or not.

Qingqing didn't know if Chen Fan had any grudges with the rider, but she was sure that Chen Fan would definitely have the ability to kill someone calmly.

In Qingqing's opinion, Chen Fan is quite insidious. When he does something bad, he never frowns and shows his domineering aura. He stares at him and scares someone fiercely, but it means that the matter is not serious enough. Just like when he was dealing with himself, it is all fake to say that he wants to kill you, and it is true that he wants to fuck you.

"I realized that he was not far from death when I looked dead." Chen Fan explained quietly.

"A look of death?" Li Xiaojun made a puzzled statement.

"A person does a lot of bad things, he will accumulate some negative energy. These energy is dense to a certain extent and will affect a person's lifespan, which is what he said."

Chen Fan took a sip of the soup and continued, "I have never heard of Luo Cheng's fortune telling story. The fortune teller said that Luo Cheng's life could live for more than 80 years, but he had to die if he was over 30 years old, because he did too many unethical things when he was alive. He thought his wife was ugly and killed her for ten years. He exchanged martial arts skills with Qin Qiong and left a move to reduce the horse and gun for ten years. He bullied his elder brother for ten years, killed innocent people for ten years, and finally died at a young age.

Life is not fixed, it can be increased or decreased, so you will see that some people are born with short life. If they do a lot of good things, they can live to the age of seventy and eighty. However, some people, although they are born with longevity, do all the bad things and disappear early.

It is precisely because of this that there was a word called "Cai Lipin" in the past.

That is to say, many people do everything they can to have money when they have no money. When they have money, they are afraid of retribution, so they try their best to do good deeds to make up for the mistakes they have made in the past.

How to say it, it is basically the same as the current public figures rely on charity to cleanse themselves up."

"What do you mean is that the one who wears the yellow robe does something bad and loses life?"

"I can't be sure, I just look like it."

"No, that person looks quite honest."

"If you can tell whether it's good or bad by looking at your face, what else do you have to do with the police?"

Chen Fan was full and wiped his mouth. Seeing Xiaoman blinking his big eyes and staring at him, he couldn't help asking, "What are you looking at!"

"Do you think I look like a good person?" Xiaoman said cutely.

"I think you look like a little fool." Chen Fan smiled embarrassedly.

"Hmph." Xiaoman turned his head with disdainful expression on his face.

"Go and clean up, change your clothes, wash your shirt for you, and it's hanging on the balcony." The young lady said to Chen Fan.

"What are you doing when you change it?" Chen Fan looked at his floral shirt. It was quite clean and nothing was wrong.

"The smell of perfume is all over, and the police will come later, which makes people feel unreasonable."

"police?"

Chen Fan looked at her with a big look, "What does the police ask me for? This matter has nothing to do with me."

"Look, you have to come if you don't come in the morning or the afternoon."

"Can you?"

"Why do you want to make a bet?"

The young lady looked at him provocatively.

"No gambling."

Chen Fan stood behind the young lady, rubbing the young lady's long head, and just looked at her affectionately.

"Huh--"

Xiaoman shuddered, "It's so stingy, you two..."

"Boom up again and block your mouth!"

Chen Fan glared at her.

If you don’t fight for three days, you will be able to lift the tiles on the house.

This little girl is becoming more and more distorted. She needs to teach her a lesson when she looks back.

Xiaoman pouted his little mouth and looked at him angrily, with an expression of glaring at someone else's cake, but his little mouth was also closed and he didn't dare to make any more noises.

"puff."

Seeing that Xiaoman was chattering just now, Chen Fan shouted and became honest, Li Xiaojun couldn't hold it in and burst into laughter.

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