Chapter 47: Subduing the crazy woman with a knife - "Reborn in 80s, taking my wife and daughter to eat and drink after the separation"

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"But you have already retired from the army..."

"You are still a soldier after you retire."

Lin Guoqiang raised his hand wrapped in a rag and looked at it. He clenched his fist and tightened it appropriately. "Su Mei, trust me, I can handle it."

Zhao Sumei bit her lip, tears falling down, but her hands slowly relaxed.

She knew she couldn't stop him.

This man has a very stubborn character.

"You... be careful." She choked and said, "If you dare to come back injured, I will never finish with you."

Lin Guoqiang smiled and reached out to wipe the tears from her face: "I know."

He turned around and walked to the door, opened half of the rolling shutter door, and got out sideways.

Zhao Zhijun shouted from behind: "Third brother-in-law!"

Lin Guoqiang did not look back.

"You...be careful!"

Lin Guoqiang waved his hand without looking back.

The rolling shutter door closed behind him with a clatter.

There are a lot fewer people on the streets.

Those who could run ran away, and those who couldn't ran widened their eyes in horror, their legs and feet were weak and trembling.

There were things everywhere on the ground.

Vegetable baskets, bicycles, cotton shoes, scarves, a broken enamel tea jar, and cabbage leaves on the ground.

The man who had been slashed had been dragged away, leaving a large pool of blood on the ground, shining dazzlingly in the sun.

Zhou Hong stood in the middle of the street, holding the kitchen knife in her hand. The blood on the knife had dried and turned into a dark brown stain.

Her head was tilted slightly, as if she was listening to something, but also as if she wasn't listening to anything.

There was an indistinct mumbling sound coming from her mouth, which sounded like talking or singing, and no one could make out what she was saying.

Lin Guoqiang stood at the door of Guoqiang Snacks and looked at her.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked towards her.

His steps were neither fast nor slow, just like normal walking.

There was a wet rag wrapped around his hands, clenched into fists and attached to his sides.

His eyes were fixed on the knife in Zhou Hong's hand, and he never left it for a moment.

"Sister." He shouted, his voice was not loud but clear.

Zhou Hong didn't respond, she still tilted her head and muttered something.

"Sister, put the knife down."

Lin Guoqiang shouted again and took a step forward.

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