Chapter 18 He is not
The sun is shining brightly in the afternoon.
Zhang Huaiyi turned down other work and drove to an urban village according to the address on the paper. He then walked along the narrow and damp paths in the village. After several twists and turns, he finally found his destination.
"Knock, knock, knock."
After a moment, a voice came from the room:
"Who is it?"
"Hello, I'm Zhang Huaiyi from the Shangcheng Police Station. Are you the owner of the house, Sun Che?"
Footsteps sounded, and the door was opened a crack. A pair of eyes peeked out from the crack, examining Zhang Huaiyi outside the door and asking:
"Police? What are you doing here?"
"Regarding your fighting incident, further investigation is needed."
Through the crack in the door, Zhang Huaiyi confirmed that the man in front of him was the same as the one he saw in the video, fair and strong, completely different from before.
Sun Che said irritably:
"Why are you looking for me again? Didn't I already make meritorious contributions at that time? I told you about the Taoist Immortal, and you decided to let me go. So what do you mean now?"
"I came here to learn more about Daoxian."
"Would it be convenient for you to come in and sit for a while?"
Sun Che looked at the polite Zhang Huaiyi in front of him, and the arrogance on his face disappeared a lot, but his feet were still shaking. After a moment of thinking, he opened the door, scratched his head, sighed and said:
"Then come in. Don't delay me for too long. I still need to practice."
"certainly."
Zhang Huaiyi lowered his head to avoid the eaves and stepped into the room. He looked around. He had never seen such a small house. There was only a single room and a toilet, a window that could see the opposite floor, and the only other things were a computer and a bed.
But now the mattress has been removed. On the bed board, there is a red altar, and on the altar is a green stone statue. The statue has a blank expression and a lifelike shape.
Zhang Huaiyi silently recorded the scene in front of him, and said:
"You don't need to sleep anymore? You don't even have a mattress."
Listening to Zhang Huaiyi's question, Sun Che's tone suddenly became pious. He clasped his hands together, bowed lightly to the statue on the altar, and said in a raised tone:
"Of course, as believers in the Dao Immortals, we are different from ordinary mortals."
"On weekday nights, cultivation is our rest, so mundane things like beds can be removed."
Zhang Huaiyi chuckled twice, wondering why this guy was so childish.
No wonder they'll fight on the street...
Zhang Huaiyi turned around, facing Sun Che 's face, and continued to ask:
"Can you tell me why you got into a fight with Li Dajie on the street?"
"Well...it was because of some minor conflicts. It wasn't a big deal, but I just couldn't help it."
Zhang Huaiyi did not let Sun Che go and continued to ask:
"A small contradiction... What exactly is it?"
Zhang Huaiyi asked, he originally thought this was a very common question, but Sun Che just stood there, not answering for a long time.
Zhang Huaiyi was stunned. He didn't know if he had seen it wrong. He felt that Sun Che's face twitched quickly, his mouth opened and closed, his breathing seemed to stop for a moment, his chest stopped rising and falling, and in an instant he seemed to have turned into a piece of . But soon, he shook his head again and said:
"Sorry, I was a little dizzy just now... I almost forgot why I fought with him. It was probably just a small matter."
"Officer Zhang, didn't you come here to ask about the Taoist scriptures? Why are you asking about fighting again?"
Sun Che was a little unhappy, his tone sinking.
have no idea?
Zhang Huaiyi felt that it was a little strange. Perhaps others would be fooled by him, but he was very sensitive to people's hearts.
Sun Che could have said that practicing the Heart Sutra had changed his state of mind, or that it was some specific little thing, but he couldn't explain why.
There are only two possibilities in this situation.
Either he is the party at fault and is unwilling to explain clearly.
Either that or their fight had no reason and they had other purposes.
Zhang Huaiyi did not say anything and continued to ask:
"Then do you have any advice or suggestions for the Daoxian Sutra? After practicing this Daoxian Sutra, have you felt any side effects from it?"
"Officer Zhang, of course the Daoxian Sutra has side effects."
"The Daoist Scripture cannot save those who have lost their faith, cannot save those who are timid, cannot save those who are suspicious, and cannot save those who make trouble out of nothing."
"It has tried its best, but it is us humans who are struggling."
Sun Che's eyes returned to their frenzied state. He looked at the stone statue, clasped his hands together, and silently chanted in his heart:
"The Taoist Immortal is above."
"Officer Zhang, everything you do has a price..."
"Perhaps you will encounter setbacks and hardships during your cultivation, and feel like retreating or giving up... but the Taoist Immortals will always support you, influence you, and encourage you to persevere, right?"
"So, Mr. Zhang, all you need to do is believe in the Taoist immortals."
Looking at Sun Che's pious eyes, Zhang Huaiyi had nothing more to ask. Extreme comments were of no reference value. He didn't believe that something had only this kind of price.
But that's all.
He came here because he didn't believe what Director Liu said. At the moment, apart from the strange layout of the room and Sun Che hiding something, there were no other clues. He would have to go to the police station again to check the surveillance footage of that period and conduct an in-depth investigation.
"grateful."
Sun Che closed the door and Zhang Huaiyi turned around and left.
Walking towards his car along the narrow path, every place in the urban village was covered with water stains and mosquitoes were flying around. Zhang Huaiyi felt uncomfortable after staying there for too long.
After taking two quick steps, Zhang Huaiyi finally saw where his car was, but when he was about to walk out of the alley, an old voice called him.
"Hello……"
Zhang Huaiyi looked over and saw that the woman was over sixty years old, with mottled wrinkles on her face. She was wearing linen-like clothes and a pair of red trousers. At this moment, she was looking at Zhang Huaiyi with nervous and timid eyes.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Sun Che's mother... I just saw you coming from the direction of my son's house. Did you go to look for my son?"
"Yes."
The woman in front of him was trembling slightly, her eyes filled with tears and panic. She crossed her hands, alternating her index fingers, and her feet sometimes moved forward and sometimes moved backward.
This was a sign of vigilance. Zhang Huaiyi couldn't understand why she wanted to find him alone, and what she was afraid of?
"Do you have anything to say?"
Zhang Huaiyi looked at the time and urged, and it was this urging that made Sun Che's mother take a deep breath and make up her mind.
"Don't believe him. Don't believe what Sun Che says. Don't believe it."
"Why?"
Zhang Huaiyi was puzzled.
Sun Che's mother took a step forward, her eyes wide open, fear almost overflowing from them, and she said tremblingly:
"because,"
"He's not my son at all."
