My golden finger is open

After separating from the boy, Shen Qingyu put the boy behind her and remembered her purpose.

He was walking in the village, holding a pheasant and a rabbit wrapped in leaves.

From time to time I met a villager walking by. I looked at my watch and it was already half past eleven, time for lunch.

At this time, a little fat boy ran over from the side and bumped into her legs, and the little fat boy himself was bounced back and fell to the ground.

"You are a bad guy. I will tell my grandma and let her beat you to death. You can't run away. You have to come home with me," he said, pulling Shen Qingyu towards his home.

Looking at the fat boy, she said helplessly, "I'll go deliver the things first, and then go home with you."

The little fat boy agreed.

A big and a small person put the things in Shen Qingyu's hand into the car. Shen Yuan was not seen. The fat boy's home was at the easternmost end of the village, not far from the Youth League compound.

The door of his house was open. Just as he walked into the yard, the voice of the system came over, "This is the host's house. I found the clothes with the button missing." Shen Qingyu paused, and the system was still speaking.

"There are still a lot of spiritual fluctuations in their yard. I suspect that this family has a secret."

This made her take it seriously, as there were many people hiding in a thief's home.

"Do you feel where the person is hiding?"

"Underground in the yard."

That means there is a space under the yard. I didn’t see any cellar along the way, so where would the entrance be?

"Grandma, your eldest grandson is back. Have you cooked meat for Zhuangzhuang?"

A sharp female voice rang out, "My dear grandson, it's cooked, it's cooked, it smells delicious!"

Shen Qingyu looked at the old woman who came out. She noticed that the old woman was flustered for a moment, and then recovered.

This woman has very good control of her emotions, which doesn't seem like what a middle-aged or elderly woman should behave like.

She already knew through the system that the dress with the button missing was in a closet in a room.

She couldn't alert the enemy now, so she smiled at the old woman and said, "It's your grandson who bumped into me and insisted that I come back with him, and even said he wanted his grandma to beat me up!"

The old woman laughed dryly and cursed with a spatula in her hand, "You are such a trouble maker, you little brat. Go away, I will teach you a lesson."

He is a talkative person. “Okay, I’ll go back.”

As she said this, she walked out of the yard without looking around for fear of alerting the enemy. On the way back, she met the aunt who sold dried goods and heard that there was always the smell of meat coming from the fat boy's house.

But no one in her family works. They are all farmers and native residents of the village.

He was lost in thought along the way. Something was wrong with this family. The villagers didn't think too much about it and didn't notice the problem, but this was very abnormal for Shen Qingyu.

In those days, you needed a meat ticket to buy meat. As a farmer, how could you spend money so easily? I went to the Youth League Home thinking about it.

Shen Yuan was sitting at the entrance of the Youth Farm, eating. When he saw her coming back, his frown relaxed a little. "Where have you been? Come and sit down. The village head's wife sent you lunch. Here's yours."

He pointed to the bowl of rice on the side and said.

Shen Qingyu took a look at the bland food and lost her appetite. She shook her head and said, "Eat it yourself. I ate the rabbit meat. I put the rest in the car for you. You didn't see it."

Shen Yuan was about to stand up to get it, but then he sat back down, "I won't eat yet. There are too many people at the Youth League Point, and I can't eat well by myself."

If he doesn’t want to eat it, then forget it. I gave it to him anyway, so it’s his business whether he eats it or not. Looking at this rough guy slurping his food, he seems to be eating with relish.

"You can eat my share too," the man hummed without even raising his head.

After they finished eating, the two men walked to the woods behind the Youth League Courtyard, found a rock to sit on, and Shen Yuan spoke first, "How was the harvest?" Stealing is something that is difficult to investigate unless you are caught on the spot.

Shen Qingyu nodded, and Shen Yuan looked more serious, "Tell me about it."

She didn't hesitate, "The clue is in a farmer's house. He should be the owner of the button. I also found something else."

She leaned her head closer to Shen Yuan. "I was in her yard and heard abnormal crying. It wasn't just from one person, so I came back without making a sound."

She told him how she got to the house.

Shen Yuan looked solemn, "Really? This matter could be a big deal or a small one. Think it over carefully before you speak."

Shen Qingyu rolled her eyes and said, "How can you talk nonsense when I have no actual evidence? Who do you think I am?"

"Stop messing around, let's talk business." Shen Yuan looked at the girl rolling her eyes, feeling helpless. She was still just a child.

His voice became a little gentler. "Then this matter cannot be handled simply. You stay here first. I will go back and send someone to keep an eye on this family to see if they reveal any clues."

Having said this, he got into the car and left in a hurry.

Leaving Shen Qingyu alone, Song Rong came out of the house and saw her coming over happily, "I thought you didn't come. Your policeman was too fierce. I didn't dare to ask him if you came."

Shen Qingyu felt the same way. "He is a difficult person to talk to. It's better that you didn't ask him. You have to go to work today. Go in and have a rest."

Song Rong asked her if she wanted to go in and rest together, "I have something else to do, you go ahead,"