LIsten to the Plants — The Clean House

He said you deserve to die. You should've died long ago. Not random. It's someone you knew. Don't get worked up. You matter now. Captain Jiang, I have a lead.

The stall by the mutton shop? Weren't you watering the veggies just now? Gut feeling. Check Old Huang first. The plate number can trace the surgery.

The hospital replied. Just like Miss Zhu said. The victim's name is Huang Yinshou. So it is Old Huang.

The killer knows the market routine. Knows the cameras are down, and trash pickup times. He may have worked here before. Look into that.

Yes. Ms. Wang, my condolences. Old Huang... How could this happen? His reaction seemed off.

Too much ground interference. Hard to trace. The market's humid. Carts blend together. Focus on men around 180 cm. Dark clothes, pants, and shoes.

Men familiar with market work. Captain Jiang, can I leave first? I have work soon. Captain, I'm heading back to the office.

Qian Qin matters a lot. Take the day off. Stay and help. I'll stay. Ever thought about working here?

You're sincere about it. The most in the world. Aren't they just plants? I could take leave. Let me think.

The process takes time. Right? Little fox. Ms. Wang.

We need to check your home. Who are these people? Are they here about pesticides? A vegetable seller's home,

and not a single vegetable here. Too clean. Something's off here. Tiantian.

Mom's here. Go outside. You two, go outside. Why grab a cabbage?

Honestly, I can hear the death echo.