On TV, a reporter is interviewing a resident.
It was an old lady with white hair and a red armband. The old lady was very excited and said to the reporter, "Oh, I just watched TV yesterday, aren't you all calling for that big star? I just thought, what is the sound you mentioned, I am very familiar! I think I have seen it somewhere, so I will think about it, guess what happened later, before I go to bed, the old man told me to eat it tomorrow morning At some point, I suddenly knew, where have I seen the big star you are looking for."
After the old man finished speaking, he started to walk, and the reporter asked her a dozen questions.
The camera followed the old man's footsteps and swept across a patch of pink walls and black tiles. There were blue bricks and slate bridges in the camera, and there was an emerald green river beside the road. Every brick and tile that appeared on the TV made Lin Chen feel familiar.
Like the dynasty, he turned his head blankly, looked at Xing Conglian, and was speechless for a long time.
Because the alley that the old man was walking through was called Yanjia Alley, and he walked through it every day.
Song Shengsheng has been living very close to them
How is this possible...
The old lady walked along the river for a while, turned left, and entered another alley. Finally, he stopped at the door of a terrific flatbread fritters shop.
The camera moved to the sign of this breakfast shop. Lin Chen was so shocked again that he almost forgot to breathe. He clearly remembered that he and Xing Conglian had been to this shop the morning before yesterday and the day of the accident at Ansheng International Mall.
They sat opposite each other and had a breakfast in the hall with the smell of oily smoke.
The cameraman took pictures of the steaming fritters and snow-white soy milk, and finally turned the camera on the shop owner.
There were so many people at the door of my house, and some people held up microphones and cameras. The boss was very surprised: "What's the matter? My old Chen's flatbread fritters have finally become famous?"
"Boss Chen, where's the little kneader in your family, the one who never came out of the back kitchen?" the old lady asked mysteriously.
As soon as the old lady said this, Lin Chen almost bit himself, and he finally remembered why he thought Song Shengsheng was familiar.
He really should have seen Song Shengsheng, the old lady was right, it was the back kitchen of the bakery, where there was a kneader who never spoke.
Sometimes, when the boss Chen has not enough dough on hand, and he is too busy to get out of his body, he will shout, and someone from the back kitchen will come out, and that person will put down the dough, then bow his head and walk back into the kitchen again...
The face of the kneading worker and the picture of Song Shengsheng standing upright after he was released from prison gradually overlapped in his mind.
Lin Chen thought, in that bustling store, he must have had a chance to pass by Song Shengsheng once or twice, maybe Song Shengsheng glanced at him, maybe he glanced at Song Shengsheng, why didn't he remember it sooner What about this thing
However, is that really Song Shengsheng
No rivets all over his body, no maverick silver hair, the face of the kneader was dull and his skin was cracked. He was like the busiest little worker at the bottom of the city, except that he was older than those people. From head to toe there is nothing like before.
Lin Chen really imagined many kinds of Song Shengsheng's current appearance, and he even preferred Song Shengsheng to become a mad executioner like Li Jingtian's vengeance as he feared, rather than Song Shengsheng becoming like this, ordinary, cowering, and indifferent. angry…
Will the once proud soul be thrown into hell, will it really become humble and hunched beyond recognition
Lin Chen covered his face with his hands, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
He felt his shoulders sink, Xing Conglian didn't know when to put his hand on his shoulder, he raised his head, Xing Conglian pressed his shoulder, as if relieved.
Xing Conglian looked at him, but said to Dynasty: "Dynasty, find out Boss Chen's phone number right away."
The young man was naked, nodded, rushed to the desk and opened the laptop: "Brother Achen, do you know the full name of Boss Chen?"
"I don't know." Lin Chen pondered for a moment and said, "This bakery must have been filed by the Bureau of Industry and Commerce and the Bureau of Health, you can check it."
During the live TV broadcast, the boss took the banknotes, and when he was looking for the change, he thought about answering the old lady's question: "You said he is gone."
"What, someone left?" the reporter asked in a high voice, "Are you sure, when did you leave?"
"Yeah, I left after get off work yesterday, what's the matter? This is a TV station program to find people?" The boss wiped his hand on the apron, and asked because he didn't know.
"Old Chen, you didn't read the news yesterday, it's a big thing!" The old lady shouted, looking like she hated iron.
"My little grandson watches the bears all day long on my TV, what news can I watch." The boss lowered his head and continued to roll the dough.
The old lady slapped the boss's arm heavily: "That's Song Shengsheng!! Once a famous star, did you look at the ID card when you hired someone? Is he called that name, is it Song Shengsheng?"
Boss Chen burst out laughing: "What a big star, how could our A Guan be a star? It's not like you haven't seen A Guan before..."
Hearing what the boss said, the reporter was a little disappointed: "Isn't it true, his name is A Guan? But why did he leave after get off work yesterday, do you know the details here?"
"Tsk." The boss suddenly stopped and looked at the reporter with some doubts, "He said his name is A Guan, but speaking of it... He was really in a hurry to leave yesterday, I said he didn't want to pay him his salary, Later, I chased out, and he actually got into a big Ben..."
Hearing this, the reporter's eyes lit up again, and he became excited again: "Have you really seen his ID card, isn't he really Song Shengsheng?"
Boss Chen smacked his mouth and waved his hand: "Our small shop is so troublesome, it's good to be honest and work hard, he must have worked for me for three months, and he is very honest, not like those on TV. Like a star."
"In other words, you don't know who he is?"
"Of course I know, he is A Guan!"
The reporter then turned around, facing the live camera, and said excitedly: "Dear viewers, Mr. Song Shengsheng's trace is becoming more and more confusing, whether the bakery worker is the former king of singers, please lock in Hongjing TV, we will provide you with the whole process. track."
The boss looked confused, he scratched his face, then leaned into the camera, and suddenly said, "Oh yes, the guy who drove the big run left a phone call for me, do you want it?"
"Yes! Thank you!" The reporter almost gleefully lost his temper in front of the TV because of the upcoming exclusive.
At the same time, Dynasty shouted in front of the computer: "Boss, I found it!"
"Call." Xing Conglian said word by word.
Dynasty hurriedly made a call. During the live news broadcast, the boss was strangely taking out a note from his trousers pocket, and the bell rang. He first handed the note to the reporter before answering the call.
"Hello, Boss Chen, I'm the captain of the Hongjing Police Force. My name is Xing Conglian. Please take back the note and don't reveal anything to the reporter. Later, our colleagues will take you to the police station to describe what happened. Don't worry, it's just a routine inquiry."
In the picture, the reporter has opened the note.
Hearing this, Boss Chen quickly reached out and snatched the note back, as if it were an absurd comedy, he said to Xing Conglian carelessly in front of the camera: "Captain Xing, I snatched the note back, don't worry, who else is I but the police? Neither!"
"Thank you, and please send me the phone number on paper as soon as possible."
After Xing Conglian finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and also took out a piece of paper from his pocket, with a circle of soup bowl marks on it, which was the wanted order he had placed under the bowl earlier. He slowly opened the wanted notice, and the strangely named Mr. Meijing was smiling at them in the painting.
Lin Chen frowned, someone picked up Song Shengsheng in a Mercedes-Benz, who was that person, and definitely not the terrifying Mr. Beauty.
Xing Conglian turned his head to look at him and asked, "Aren't you worried about the same thing as me?" "
Lin Chen could only nod his head.
…
Song Shengsheng is working in the bakery where they occasionally go to have breakfast. This is almost an incredible coincidence, but if this is not a coincidence, then this matter has already begun to approach the scope of a thriller, and Lin Chen doesn't even dare to do anything about it. speculate.
They packed up quickly. Xing Conglian and the dynasty stuffed everything into their backpacks at a speed of marching and fighting. During the packing period, Xing Conglian's phone was never interrupted, and he kept making arrangements to Hongjing's colleagues. The task is to first send someone to pick up Boss Chen at Yanjia Lane, and then say to the colleague on the other end of the phone: "Take someone from the forensic department to the bakery to see if there are any fingerprints left by Ah Guan, and scan one for inspection. Also, I have a photo here, and when you see Boss Chen, let someone recognize him to see if it is the one who picked up Song Shengsheng."
After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone again, took a photo of the wanted notice, and passed it on.
After doing all this, Xing Conglian's mobile phone text message rang. He clicked on the message, and a string of 13-digit phone numbers was sent by the previous bakery owner.
"Consultant Lin thinks, do we want to make this call right now?" Xing Conglian asked him, looking at the number.
Lin Chen fell into deep thought, this is really a difficult question to judge, so Rao Shixing Conglian hesitated.
Judging from the move of the other party to leave a phone call, the other party obviously hopes that they can contact him, and this shows from the other side that although the other party may have picked up Song Shengsheng, he is not afraid that they know about it, and Song Shengsheng is also willing to talk to the other party. Let's go, this shouldn't be kidnapping, so what is all this about
"Consultant Lin."
Xing Conglian called him again.
Lin Chen thought for a while, but still said, "Anyway, the reporter has seen the phone number, and he may have been in contact with the phone now, so let's wait and see."
Xing Conglian nodded, as if agreeing with his judgment.
Soon they took the jeep of Xing Conglian and hurried to Hongjing.
Lin Chen sat in the back seat with the dynasty, and he could no longer look at the cute little pink strawberry T-shirt the young man was wearing.
When the vehicle started, Dynasty put his hands on the keyboard, but he didn't know what to do for a while.
"Brother Achen, I... What do I want to check?"
Lin Chen pinched the bridge of his nose and said to the dynasty, "Let's look at the online situation first, then search the surrounding surveillance, and try to see if we can be sure that Ah Guan from the bakery is the Song Shengsheng we are looking for?"
Xing Conglian tuned the car radio channel to Hongjing Broadcasting, the host's magnetic and gentle voice flowed out, and he said a little excitedly: "The news about the former singer Song Shengsheng touched the hearts of our hundreds of millions of fans, just now, we Hongjing The host of Jing TV has dialed the phone number of the mysterious Mr. Song who took Song Shengsheng away, and our director has cut the audio message all the way over, let us hold our breath and wait quietly."
The host said this almost in a chant-like tone. When he recited the three words Song Shengsheng, he was full of reverence.
The call waiting tone sounded one after another.
The phone was finally connected, and everyone's heart was in their throats.
In a very calm and humble voice streaming from the car stereo, he said, "Hello, hello."