Chapter 374 What kind of gun?!
Mao Mao's words were full of joy at finding the answer to the riddle, but they startled everyone.
It was like dropping a bombshell into the private room; even Old Madam Lou almost dropped her teacup.
Lou Hongjian choked on a piece of orange, nearly choking to death, and coughed violently.
"Mao Mao, what did you say?!"
"Where's the gun?!"
"What gun?!"
Lou Fengju's expression changed drastically, all his previous composure vanishing: "Mao Mao, where did you see the gun? Who was holding it? Could you have seen wrong?"
"No," Mao Mao shook her head. "The gun in Auntie's basket is the same as my brother's."
Lou Fengju subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist, and upon touching its cold, hard texture, his expression quickly turned sharp and murderous.
As expected, this happened.
Unexpectedly, despite their thorough investigation, some still managed to slip through the net. But today was indeed a perfect opportunity for assassination, and those with ulterior motives would certainly not let this chance pass. The father and son had long been prepared for this.
But to everyone's surprise, it was Mao Mao who discovered it first.
There is no need to doubt the truthfulness of Mao Mao's words, because her previous deeds are enough to prove the authenticity of this matter.
The situation was urgent, and Lou Fengju didn't have time to be too surprised. The speech was about to start, and then Lou Dashuai would be a sitting duck. He needed to catch the murderer as soon as possible before that happened.
He immediately pressed, "Mao Mao, where did you see her? How much do you remember? Do you know where she went?"
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Mao Mao scratched his head.
Lou Hongjian, who was standing next to him, coughed loudly and finally managed to spit out the orange stuck in his throat before his doctor brother came to his rescue.
But he couldn't care less about himself: "Mao Mao, you said you saw someone carrying a gun?!"
On such an important day, there's a passerby carrying a gun; it's obvious what he's up to.
He was facing an assassination attempt against his own father!
Everyone held their breath, their faces pale, and stared nervously at the little bundle of milk in the center of the private room.
They also have a million things to say and a million questions to ask in shock, but now is not a good time to express their surprise.
The most important thing is to catch the real culprit as soon as possible.
Mao Mao nodded her little head, holding a round orange in her little hand, and said shyly, "When Mao Mao was buying scallion pancakes, she accidentally bumped into Auntie. Auntie's basket fell down, and I wanted to help her pick it up, but I saw a gun in Auntie's basket."
Lou Fengju immediately asked, "What does she look like? What are her distinctive features?"
Mao Mao thought for a moment, then raised her little hand and stretched it to the highest point, standing on tiptoe to try and reach it. "Auntie is so tall... um..."
Lou Fengju: "..."
It's really too much to ask a four-year-old to describe what a criminal looks like.
Xia Xiaoxiang pushed aside the third concubine who was blocking her way and stepped forward: "I went with Mao Mao, so I'll speak."
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to her.
Xia Xiaoxiang also recalled, gesturing as she said, "She was about this tall, a little shorter than me, not fat, dressed like someone from the countryside, wearing homespun cloth... Oh, right, her face was quite fair, and although her clothes were old-fashioned, she actually looked quite young, and her hair was very black."
Lou Fengju said in a deep voice, "This is the criminal's disguise. Once they take action, they immediately change into another layer of disguise to hide themselves and confuse us. Are there any other characteristics?"
Xia Xiaoxiang: "When I saw her, she was dressed in an inconspicuous way, carrying a basket... and she was also wearing a yellow headscarf!"
Lou Fengju immediately strode to the window, picked up Mao Mao's binoculars, and looked outside.
Inside the private room, a group of people rushed to the window, their eyes wide as they searched for a yellow headscarf. Mao Mao also leaned against the window, looking out.
But now the speech is about to begin, and the square is full of people, a sea of heads. Looking down, all you see are dark heads, and finding one person is as difficult as finding a drop of water in a lake.
"Brother, it's yellow!"
Mao Mao spotted it first, pointing in a certain direction and shouting, "There's a yellow person next to the candied hawthorn!"
Lou Fengju handed her the binoculars and asked her to look closely: "Is this the person?"
Through the binoculars, it was clearer. Through that small, round field of vision, Mao Mao saw a familiar face: an old woman wrapped in a yellow headscarf carrying a familiar basket.
Unaware that she had been discovered, the old woman huddled the basket in her arms, slightly bent over, and cautiously surveyed her surroundings. Beneath the yellow headscarf, there was a fair face that did not match her attire.
Mao Mao nodded her little head and said, "It's this auntie."
Lou Feng raised her hand and vigorously rubbed her little head before turning around and striding out the door.
He sternly ordered, "Seal off the east square! Everyone, keep an eye on a woman wearing a yellow headscarf. We can't rule out the possibility that she might change her disguise after we alert her. Be on alert for any suspicious persons!"
At the command, countless soldiers sprang into action.
Once Lou Fengju's figure disappeared at the top of the stairs, everyone withdrew their heads and closed the door to the private room.
They turned back to look at Mao Mao, who was still leaning against the window, watching the lively scene outside with great interest through binoculars, her little feet dangling back and forth, and remained lost in thought for a long time.
What just happened?!
Someone wants to assassinate the commander-in-chief?!
But Mao Mao discovered it first?!
The ladies, pale-faced and still shaken, clung to the others. Old Madam Lou closed her eyes slightly, gripped her Buddhist prayer beads tightly, and muttered incantations.
"It's alright," Lou Heming reassured everyone. "Big Brother has already gone to arrest the person. With the clues provided by Mao Mao, they will catch the person soon."
Lou Yansui looked out the window and saw the soldiers moving in an orderly fashion to surround the square to the east, gradually approaching the woman with the yellow headscarf.
He chimed in, "Yes, I saw my brother go to arrest someone."
Lou Hongjian eagerly approached his younger sister, picked up an orange from the table, and peeled it for her, even removing the white veins cleanly, making it more exquisite than a work of art.
He held out the oranges to Mao Mao with both hands, flattering her, "Mao Mao, come on, eat!"
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