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Liang Mei With a child, she has to leave under such inconvenient circumstances. There must be something wrong with it. Although as long as we find Liang Mei, we can answer our doubts. But the crux of the problem is, in the huge Dongxing City, where should we go to find Liang Mei? Liang Mei, where will it be hidden? I couldn't help but shook my head, and uploaded this Image to Gu Chen's QQ. At the same time, I sent a text message to Gu Chen, asking him to save this Image and send this Image to Mary. , let Mary check if there are any useful clues from the Image format, resolution, etc. of this photo. At this point, I had no choice but to say: "Okay Manager Wang, I will give you a QQ number. This number is available 24/7. If there is any news from Liang Mei, you can go to this QQ number Okay? Thank you for your cooperation." "Nothing." Manager Wang shook his head and said: "This is what we should do, and to be honest, I am also a little worried about Liang Mei. Please inform our company of the news about Liang Mei." I nodded. After working for so long and running on the road for so long, I looked at my watch and saw that it was already past two forty in the afternoon. When I walked out of the office building, my stomach was already growling with hunger. But seeing that Zhao Mingkun seemed to have endless strength, I couldn't help but say: "Zhao Mingkun, you run for such a long time and only drink a little at night, aren't you hungry?" Zhao Mingkun shrugged and said: "If you have ever had the experience of three cats drinking a glass of water, you will understand how powerful the human survival instinct is. Not eating is not a big deal for people at all. "Looking at Zhao Mingkun's understatement, it seems that drinking a glass of water with three people is a big deal for her. I just don’t know when this was Zhao Mingkun’s experience again. But for someone like me who gets hungry if I don’t eat a meal, food is the only thing I can’t live up to. I said, "Since I have this experience of starvation, I should try my best to eat when I can." "Okay." Zhao Mingkun said. But now, it's an awkward time. It was probably noon, but it was already past, and it was probably evening, but it was still early. Almost all the restaurants on the street were closed. After walking for a long time, I didn't see a place where I could fill my stomach. If this continues, am I going to be the first person to starve to death outside the hotel? After walking for a while, I finally saw someone setting up a Shed at the entrance of an alley and setting up a stall. A large pot stood aside, with hot noodles boiling in it. In the three pots on the side, there are fried sauce, tomatoes and eggs, marinated and so on. On the table of diners, there is everything from chopped green onion, mustard and chili sauce. My mouth watered and my stomach growled. I pulled Zhao Mingkun's sleeve and said, "I don't know if any restaurants are still open as I go along. I think so, I might as well just eat here. What do you think?" "Zhao Mingkun nodded and said: "Okay, I'm not very picky about what I eat." I shouted to Boss from a distance: "Two big bowls of noodles!" "Okay!" Boss He nodded and said, "Two big bowls."
Zhao Mingkun hurriedly stopped me, saying, "No, one bowl is enough for me."
I replied, "I'll eat whatever you can't finish. To be honest, I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow right now."
Zhao Mingkun nodded and didn't refuse.
The boiling water bubbled vigorously as the freshly made noodles were added to the pot. Watching the noodles swirl in the water like writhing dragons, I soon caught whiffs of their enticing aroma. In less than a moment, the noodles were perfectly cooked, looking delightfully chewy.
The Boss held a strainer and skillfully scooped the noodles from the bubbling broth in a clockwise motion. With a flick of his left hand, he spun it around while lifting a bowl with his right hand to cover it, and just like that, a bowl of noodles was ready. His technique was seasoned and proficient; it was truly a pleasure to watch. He poured sauce over the noodles himself, and I eagerly added chili peppers.
"Alright then, if chili peppers are free, just pile them on," Zhao Mingkun remarked.
I laughed and said, "You really like it spicy, huh?"
Without caring much about manners anymore, I dug in with gusto, shoveling the noodles into my mouth. Zhao Mingkun looked at me in disbelief. I slurped loudly, completely disregarding any semblance of decorum.
"This guy eats so deliciously that I'm starting to feel hungry too," the Boss chuckled heartily.
I glanced up at the Boss and smiled, but unexpectedly, a noodle flew out of my mouth and splattered soup everywhere. Suddenly, my eyes stung painfully. Instinctively, I reached up to rub my eyes. It felt like fire was coursing through them; I thought I might go blind.
With my eyes closed and rubbing them furiously, the Boss noticed and quickly said, "Don't rub! The more you rub, the worse it gets."
In my blurry vision, I saw the Boss handing me a damp towel. "Use this to wipe your eyes; it looks like chili oil got in there. It hurts like hell sometimes—you might even feel like gouging your own eyes out."
As I wiped my eyes with the towel and listened to his words, a sudden realization struck me hard; everything became clear in my mind.
I slammed the towel down on the table and exclaimed, "Boss, you're really something!"
The Boss chuckled and replied, "What's so impressive about it? It's just chili oil getting into your eyes. But next time you eat, take it slow. Look at you—your eyes are all red and swollen."
Zhao Mingkun glanced at me and asked, "What's wrong? You don't have anything going on, do you?"
I blinked a few times; although I still felt some pain, it was much better than just a moment ago. I hadn't expected that just a drop of chili oil could cause such harm. What if it were something even more potent? At this moment, my mind was clearing up. The things I had struggled to understand were finally starting to make sense.
With this thought, I felt quite pleased and quickly finished my meal with Zhao Mingkun.
I spoke up, "Let's go check on Wang Xin. I suspect Yang Licheng is already at Wang Xin's place."
Zhao Mingkun replied, "Sure. Of the thirteen people, six are already dead, but we met the other twelve while they were alive. Wang Xin is the last one we haven't interacted with yet. I wonder if we can get there before the murderer does."
I nodded and said, "I have some guesses in mind. However, until I receive news from Gu Chen, I can't jump to conclusions. But from this perspective, it seems like this case is nearing its conclusion."
"Boss, let's settle the bill!" I said.
Sitting on Zhao Mingkun's motorcycle, I closed my eyes and began to ponder over the case. A complete set of clues was forming in my mind regarding this case, and now all I needed was to find a few points that I couldn't currently explain; then the truth would reveal itself.
Zhao Mingkun seemed to sense that I was deep in thought and didn't disturb me.
About an hour later, we arrived at Wang Xin's home. Wang Xin's place wasn't luxurious but was quite spacious; it was a duplex on the second floor, which contrasted with the borrowed suit he had worn before. We contacted Yang Licheng, who confirmed that he was already at Wang Xin's house.
Yang Licheng led us inside Wang Xin's home, where Wang Xin was waiting for us upstairs.
"Wang Xin's place is nice," Zhao Mingkun remarked as he looked around.
Yang Licheng chuckled and said, "This isn't Wang Xin's house; it's someone else's. The owner went abroad for vacation and worried that no one would watch over it while they were gone—especially with antiques and paintings inside—so they asked Wang Xin to help keep an eye on things. However, Wang Xin has used this place to trick quite a few girls into spending the night."
So that's how it was; this aligned well with my previous assumptions.
As we ascended to the second floor, two tall men in suits blocked my way.
"What is this?" I looked at Yang Licheng.
Yang Licheng smiled and said, "Didn’t I tell you before? If it doesn’t work out, we can have bodyguards watch over us twenty-four hours a day. So many people have already died; Wang Xin and I have become quite the team. We’ve already hired four bodyguards—two here and two in the house. Once the Murderer is caught, we’ll be free."
Yang Licheng added, "No worries, these two are police officers."
With that, we headed to the second floor.
Outside one of the doors on the second floor, a bodyguard stood guard. Upon seeing Yang Licheng return, he nodded at us and stepped aside to let us in.
Yang Licheng knocked on the door using a special method, clearly indicating that they were still cautious.
After a moment, a bodyguard opened the door, and the three of us walked in.
I glanced around and saw a person lounging on a long sofa. It was none other than Wang Xin. At that moment, Wang Xin was fiddling with something resembling an incense burner. He sniffed the aroma inside and said to Yang Licheng, "Burning incense and drinking tea while playing chess and watching TV—it’s quite enjoyable here. Don’t worry; it’s so safe that I doubt the Murderer could get in."
I surveyed the surroundings; the space was quite large, with only this one door for entry and exit. The windows were located inside the house, making it clear that no one could sneak in.
At that moment, Wang Xin had already lit the incense burner and looked at us. "You two are police officers, right?"
I nodded and replied, "We met at the Royal Garden Hotel."
Wang Xin slapped his forehead and said, "My apologies! I forgot! But don’t worry; we’re quite safe here, so you don’t need to concern yourselves. My brother Yang and I are just waiting for good news about your capture of the Murderer. Come on, Yang brother, sit down; let’s play a game of Go. What do you call it? Ah yes, incense burning while discussing strategy."
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