"Village chief, are you just going to leave like this?" she asked, pointing at his empty hands.
Zhang Chunsheng looked down at himself and said, "Xiao Meng, what you said is funny. If I don't go like this, how else can I go?"
"That's not what I meant. What I meant was, if you go over there and just tell them that you found these two pieces of evidence because you consulted a fortune teller and asked the deceased Dahua about it, and that it was Dahua who told you these two clues, do you think the people at the police station will believe you?"
When Zhang Meng asked this question, Zhang Chunsheng couldn't find any words to answer for a moment and could only stare at her.
"What should we do? Should we just say nothing? Then we will never be able to clear ourselves of suspicion." Zhang Chunsheng asked anxiously, rubbing his head.
At this time, Zhang Meng thought of Huang Qingtian hidden in his pocket.
"Maybe I have a way." Zhang Meng smiled slightly.
Zhang Chunsheng and Old Mrs. Lin looked at her at the same time, waiting for her to explain.
After waiting for a while, Zhang Meng said, "It's okay, Village Chief. Go to the police station and tell the people there about the two clues you just found."
Zhang Chunsheng was a little confused. "No, Xiao Meng, didn't you just tell me not to go to the police station like this? Why did you let me go like this again?"
"Anyway, just listen to me. I'll make sure nothing happens to you."
Zhang Chunsheng stared at her with suspicion for a while, but in the end, he couldn't see anything from Zhang Meng's face, so he gave up and went to the police station obediently.
As soon as he left, Zhang Meng secretly released Huang Qingtian. "Huang Qingtian, do me a favor. Aren't you Huang Daxians all very powerful? Later you will..."
A man and a weasel secretly discussed something in a corner of the Lin family's house.
Zhang Chunsheng didn't return until dark. Old Mrs. Lin was waiting at home, feeling restless. However, she didn't dare to neglect Zhang Meng, a capable fortune teller, so she went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of yarrow rice for Zhang Meng.
"Grandma Lin, I don't want to eat it. You eat it." She really couldn't bear to eat this bowl of yarrow rice in front of an old lady.
Old Mrs. Lin shook her head. "I'm not hungry, old lady. Great Immortal, my son-in-law has been out for so long and hasn't come back yet. Is he okay?"
Zhang Meng naturally didn't touch the bowl of yarrow rice. In this day and age, even though it was just a bowl of yarrow rice, for a family, it could be their life-saving food. Although they had only been here for less than a day, Zhang Meng could still tell that the Lin family was also living in poverty.
"Grandma Lin, don't worry, they will be back soon." As soon as the words fell, the gate of the Lin family was suddenly opened. The one walking in front was Zhang Chunsheng, and there were several people following behind him. They should be from the Lin family.
"We're back, we're really back, Great Immortal, you're so awesome." When Old Mrs. Lin saw her family coming back, she bowed to Zhang Meng again.
After being bowed to by her several times, Zhang Meng no longer wanted to stop her. Forget it, let her bow if she likes. No matter how much she said, she would not listen.
Old Mrs. Lin ran into the courtyard, took Old Man Lin's hand, and asked, "Why did you take so long? Did the police officers at the police station give you any trouble?"
"No, the problem is almost solved, so we will come back later today and cook something to eat. My two sons and daughter-in-law haven't eaten anything all day." Old Man Lin ordered.
Old Mrs. Lin refused to leave. Upon hearing the good news, she hurriedly asked her family, "What happened? Please tell me quickly. Are you trying to make me die of anxiety?"
Old Man Lin smiled. "The police found the murder weapon used to kill Dahua. Also, I don't know what happened to those police officers today, but they all saw Dahua and said that Dahua told them a characteristic of her murder. So the police checked me and my sons, and after confirming that we didn't have that characteristic, they let us go."
"Oh, this must have been done by a great immortal, a living immortal." Old Mrs. Lin rushed towards Zhang Meng and bowed to her again.
"Great Immortal, it must be you who did the right thing, right? Oh, you really are a great god. Thank you so much for saving my family." Old Mrs. Lin bowed to Zhang Meng three times in a row.
"Old woman, what's going on?" Old man Lin didn't know that his son-in-law had found a fortune teller named Zhang Meng for their family.
When Mrs. Lin saw her husband asking, she immediately told him everything that had happened not long ago.
Suddenly, the look in Old Man Lin's eyes when he looked at Zhang Meng changed. When the Lin family's sons and daughters-in-law heard about this, they all looked at Zhang Meng with disbelief.
The girl standing in front of them was obviously younger than them, but she had such amazing abilities.
"Um, you guys, don't look at me like that, I'm just an ordinary person like you."
Seeing that they were looking at her with curiosity and fear as if they were looking at a tiger, Zhang Meng explained with an embarrassed smile.
"Xiao Meng, I don't know how you made the police see Dahua's ghost, but now they all believe it. What do you think we should do next?"
After all these things, Zhang Chunsheng now completely regards Zhang Meng as a life-saving straw to save his mother-in-law's family.
"Isn't this a police matter? I'm not a police officer." Zhang Meng frowned.
Why did she feel like she had gotten herself into trouble that she couldn't get rid of?
"Xiao Meng, uncle promises you that as long as you help my mother-in-law and her family get through this difficult time, I'll have someone write you more work points. That way, your family can receive an extra load of grain every year. How about that?"
"Well... okay." This burden was actually quite a lot, and she was reluctant to give it up like this.
Zhang Chunsheng grinned immediately. At this moment, Huang Qingtian, who had gone out to do something, took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and got back into the backpack she was carrying.
"I'm so tired, Xiao Mengmeng. Are you satisfied with what I did this time?" Huang Qingtian communicated with Zhang Meng through telepathy.
Zhang Meng listened to the Lin family's speech with a slight smile, while chatting attentively with Huang Qingtian in the backpack, "You did a great job."
Huang Qingtian snorted triumphantly, "I have something even better. It's about that female ghost Dahua. I think I know who killed her."
"Do you know who it is?" I didn't expect that after letting Huang Qingtian out for a walk, he would actually bring back such useful information.
"It's someone from this village, but I haven't found out who it is yet."
"I see. Thank you, Huang Qingtian. The clue you provided is very useful."
Huang Qingtian was feeling lost because he couldn't find out who it was, but he didn't expect to hear Zhang Meng's praise. The pair of weasel eyes hidden in his backpack sparkled.
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