The person standing at the front of the crowd is the landlord, Liang Dezhong, around forty years old, with dark skin and always wearing a warm smile.
You can tell that Liang Dezhong has a very good relationship with the tenants; everyone responds to his smile genuinely while queuing up.
A few school-age children chattered as they greeted Song Baoguo.
He magically pulled out some lollipops from his khaki washed pants pocket, and the kids gleefully ran off with them.
"Officer Zhang, hasn't it been long?"
Zhang Hui shook his head. He had a pretty good impression of this landlord, who was kind and forthcoming, answering all questions without reservation.
"It's just drawing blood. It won't take long."
The tenants in the crowd were whispering among themselves. After all, a murder had happened, and it would be stranger if no one talked about it.
"When will they finish? No one's watching the market stall, and we'll probably lose money today."
