Yang Xiao is staring at the computer screen at the front desk, doing his billing. It was darker before her eyes, and she looked up and saw the gentle man smiling at her.
She looked at the other person's back kitchen clothes and smiled at him: "How are you doing?"
"Hello, my name is Mu Feng, what is your name?" The man has a friendly look.
"Hello, my name is Yang Xiao!"
"You are new here, I have just been here for a month." The man said with a smile.
Yang Xiao also returned a smile: "Really? Take care of you in the future!"
Mu Feng: "Of course, such a beautiful girl, my colleagues must take care of her." He smiled and looked at her.
Yang Xiao smiled shyly: "Thank you!"
"Mu Feng!" someone in the back kitchen shouted.
"I'm going to be busy!" After speaking, he smiled at Yang Xiao and strode towards the back kitchen. Yang Xiao lowered her head again and continued to do things. After a few keystrokes, she stopped for a few seconds. This person was really familiar. Where have you seen it!
The "dingling bell" phone rang, Yang Xiao couldn't think of anything else, reached out and answered the phone, answering and recording.
Zhu Yu wandered around in the empty room on the left side of the main hall. Although there was a light on in the room, it was still a little dim. The flashlight in his hand was always on. Sometimes the light of the flashlight swept under the old bed, and sometimes it swept across the corner of the room. His expression also changed slightly.
Huo Xiaofang handed a photo to Zhou Chunmei. Originally, neither he nor Zhu Yu wanted the old lady to see Ma Hong's death, but now it seems that after showing her, it may be easier for her to speak.
"This is the body of Ma Hong we found. As a mother, I think you should look at him!" Huo Xiaofang said.
Zhou Chunmei's loose eyes were now swollen like a small five-watt light bulb emitting a dim yellow light. After hearing Huo Xiaofang's voice, she slowly turned her head and looked at the photo in Huo Xiaofang's hand after a while.
With just one glance, her eyes swelled into slits, and they were suddenly bigger. The eyes were scared and unbelievable, but the only thing missing was the heartbreaking pain of seeing the child in such a miserable state as a mother.
Huo Xiaofang raised his eyebrows, what's the situation? When a mother saw her son's body being broken, she was more afraid of fear than sadness and heartache in her eyes. Why? Why is her reaction so strange
Zhu Yu knocked on the door twice, and Huo Xiaofang got up and went out.
"Come and have a look!" Zhu Yu said, and the two walked to the room on the left side of the hall. Huo Xiaofang: "What did you find?"
Zhu Yu: "Do you think this room looks like a long-lost person?"
Huo Xiaofang looked around, his gaze stopped, he walked over, touched the quilt, bowed his head and smelled it. Then he stopped his gaze on a pair of men's cloth cotton shoes leaning against the foot of the floor.
"The quilt still smells of the sun. Obviously, they have been exposed recently. The men's shoes are almost new, which proves that they are not worn many times. The size should be about the same as Ma Hong's. It seems that Ma Hong came back not long ago. "
Zhu Yu nodded, then walked to the chest of drawers beside the bed, staring at the furnishings on the table with his eyes. "Come and see here!" Huo Xiaofang walked over and put a tape of Teresa Teng on the table. He glanced around again and made sure that there were no playback tools in the room.
Zhu Yu: "According to Zhang Dayou, Ma Hong is usually very economical and will not spend a lot of money. I also said that he has no hobbies!"
Huo Xiaofang: "Bought it as a gift, or was it given to him by someone else?"
Zhu Yu nodded in agreement, and the two looked at each other, and at the same time, with an angry expression, looked at the room on the right side of the main room.
(End of this chapter)