A Deathless Murder Chapter 43

In Li Su's car, Song Guiyi took a nap. He dreamed of the scene when his parents talked about his uncle. In the living room, their heads were close together, their voices were low, and their expressions contained the hidden pain of shame. Their family would rather not have a genius than a madman. Perhaps in the near future, this scene will also be transplanted to his head.

Song Guiyi woke up with a start. The car had stopped and Li Su was leaning on the steering wheel. She turned her head and stared at him with a meaningful and cautious look.

Li Su did not ask him any more questions, but said casually: "You should go to bed early at night. We are here."

Shen Rongzhu's home is in an old residential area, with no elevator and no underground parking lot. When going upstairs, Song Guiyi noticed the wall of the stairwell, which was mottled from top to bottom and had not been painted for a long time.

After knocking on the door, a middle-aged woman answered the door. She was very thin and tired, like a pile of sugarcane residue chewed up by life. She looked alert, opened the door only a crack, and asked expressionlessly: "What do you want to do?"