Although Lin Jingyu is nearly forty years old, he still has a kind heart.
Seeing that Su Chen looked like a liar, his sense of justice suddenly overflowed.
But he also knew that to catch a thief, you have to seize the stolen goods.
Without any evidence, he just said that Su Chen was a liar, and the vendors and passers-by nearby didn't believe him.
After a moment's thought, he came up with an idea.
Before Su Chen could even hold up the newspaper, Lin Jingyu asked, "Brother, how much is this per session?"
How much?
I've never thought about this before.
While Su Chen was thinking, he glanced at the average salary in the newspaper, which was more than two thousand yuan a year.
That's about two hundred yuan a month.
Su Chen quickly came up with an idea: "Twenty yuan."
"Twenty dollars?" Lin Jingyu's mouth twitched.
Isn’t it too expensive to catch a thief?
A comic book at his stall only costs 20 cents, so he has to sell 100 comic books for 20 yuan.
But then think about it, doesn’t it say “You are not allowed to ask for money”?
Don't worry, you don't have to pay if you specify it yourself.
Soon he became confident: "Can you calculate anything?"
Su Chen smiled and nodded at him, then said, "But brother, if you lend me the newspaper and pen and ink, I'll give you this divination for free."
It’s a sugar-coated bullet, absolutely a sugar-coated bullet.
Want to bribe me? No way.
I'll expose your true face in a moment.
Thinking of Lin Jingyu, he coughed lightly: "Then..."
What does it matter?
My life is going smoothly, so there's really nothing to worry about. Financial luck? Or...
Lin Jingyu's gaze quickly fell on the old woman who was sitting blankly at the head of the house not far away, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Got it! Got it!
"Grandma." He called out.
The old woman in the distance was obviously still in a daze. Lin Jingyu called out three or five times but there was no response, so he simply trotted over and pulled her over.
"Dude, grandma's daughter is missing. Can you help her figure out where she is?"
The old woman's dazed eyes finally came into focus and suddenly lit up after hearing this, but when she saw Su Chen, her eyes immediately dimmed again.
Lin Jingyu felt a little guilty when he saw this, but the arrow was already on the string, so he couldn't just ignore it.
So he comforted her: "Grandma, let's do the math first. You're not allowed to refuse the money anyway, so we have to hold on to hope, right?"
After hearing this, the old woman nodded.
He eagerly pulled Su Chen's hand and said, "Young man, my daughter Yingying disappeared four years ago. She married and moved to Jiangwei. She would go home two or three times a month, but in June of that year, she was nowhere to be seen. I went to Jiangwei to look for her, but Abao said they had a fight and she left the house at night. He thought Yingying had gone back to her parents' home, so he ignored her. I searched all over Jiangwei but didn't see her. I also didn't see her on the river. I used a bamboo pole to fish, but there was no trace of her. I also fished in the cesspool, but there was no Yingying..."
Lin Jingyu sighed and added, "Yingying and I were childhood friends. After she disappeared, I followed Grandma to Jiangwei to look for her. I asked around, and someone said Yingying wanted to go south to work, preferably in Hong Kong. There's more money to be made there, but it's hard to get there. She asked me about it before, and after I explained, she changed her mind. Besides, what would Grandma do if she went to Hong Kong? Yingying is very filial, so even if she did go, she wouldn't keep quiet."
Su Chen subconsciously wanted to open his third eye to look at the old woman, but then he was stunned.
I almost forgot that this body has no power at all, let alone the ability to open the third eye.
Well, until my cultivation improves, I can only use conventional methods.
He looked at the old woman carefully. She had gray hair, a high forehead, prominent cheekbones, and deep, dark temples under her eyes. Su Chen's heart sank when he saw her.
The old woman's eyesight was not very good, and she could not see the subtle changes in Su Chen's expression, but Lin Jingyu was startled.
No, it's not bad news.
What a crow's mouth.
Sure enough, the next moment he heard Su Chen say, "Grandma, accept my condolences."
The old woman was stunned for a moment, then she let go of his hand, staggered twice, and cried out: "My Yingying~"
Lin Jingyu hurriedly supported her and glared at Su Chen: "No, buddy, it's the end of the year, can't you say something nice?"
Su Chen smiled bitterly: "Brother, fortune telling is true or false, you can't lie."
Lin Jingyu was about to say, "What are you talking about, you liar? You're just talking in high-sounding words."
Then Su Chen said, "From Grandma's face, we can tell that she had a rough life. She wandered for the first half of her life. She must have met her husband while wandering, right? Unfortunately, before they could settle down, her husband passed away. She was destined to have two sons and a daughter. Both sons died young and didn't live past the age of three. The daughter was a posthumous child, right?"
Grandma's eyes were filled with tears and her lips were trembling: "You, how did you know?"
Lin Jingyu looked at his grandma in surprise, his eyes wide open.
He and his grandmother had been neighbors for decades. He only knew that his grandmother brought her daughter to Cuicheng because her husband died in an accident. The mother and daughter depended on each other for survival, which was very pitiful. Therefore, when he was a child, his parents told him to take care of her if he had the conditions.
So, grandma originally had two sons?
"Of course I can tell from your face, Grandma," Su Chen said with a sigh, "Grandma, it's the end of the year. Your daughter has been dead for so many years, it's time for her to go home. Do you have her horoscope? Let me calculate where she is."
Upon hearing this, Grandma wiped her eyes and said, "Yes, yes, it's at home. I'll go get it now."
Due to the great sorrow, the old woman's legs and feet became even more inconvenient, so Lin Jingyu acted as her errand boy.
When he came back breathlessly with the red paper with the eight characters written on it, he saw that his stall was already crowded with people.
Grandma's house is right here. When the weather is hot, she sells some jelly in the back, so most of the people who come to set up the stall know her.
Naturally, we have heard many stories about grandmothers’ daughters going missing.
When everyone heard that grandma wanted to calculate where her daughter was, they pricked up their ears. Now, hearing that Su Chen had calculated that grandma had two sons who died young, and that the missing Yingying was a posthumous daughter, they were all very curious and gradually gathered around. With the addition of passers-by, didn't they make a circle?
Lin Jingyu squeezed into the crowd, and Su Chen took the eight characters and calculated them carefully.
Perhaps because her daughter had been missing for too long, the old woman was mentally prepared. Now, after crying, she has calmed down.
Seeing Su Chen raise his head, she trembled and said, "Young man, speak boldly. Grandma can bear it."
"I still have to collect Yingying's body, choose a cemetery, and hold a funeral. I still have so much to do. I'm fine."
Lin Jingyu's eyes turned red when he heard this.
The onlookers felt sore in the corners of their eyes.
Su Chen smiled and said, "Grandma, your daughter is about fifty kilometers east of here."
Lin Jingyu slapped his thigh and said, "That's Jiangwei."
He looked at the old woman and said, "Grandma, I said before that Yingying must have been harmed by someone in their village. Look, isn't this it?"
"Let's go find my brother and call the police to catch the murderer."
The old woman nodded repeatedly, but soon asked, "But, there are so many families at the end of the river, which family did it?"
Lin Jingyu hurriedly looked at Su Chen.
Su Chen smiled bitterly: "I have to go to the end of the river to find out. It's a pity that I still have to set up a fortune-telling stall."
"I'll pay!" Lin Jingyu hurriedly dug into his trouser pocket. "Twenty, no, five..." He gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred! Is that okay?"
