Looking at the flyer in Shang Jianyao's hand, Jiang Baimian's psychological quality was a little dumbfounded.
While waiting for Bai Chen and Long Yuehong to take their places, she had imagined various possibilities after opening the door, but she never expected to see this familiar and unfamiliar thing.
"Lei Yunsong's disappearance is related to those lunatics who preach poisonous knowledge?" Jiang Baimian muttered to himself, full of doubts.
Just a minute ago, there didn't seem to be any connection between the two!
"They gave up thinking?" Shang Jianyao's rhetorical question was a bit abrupt, like a mathematical proof problem without intermediate steps.
"... At present, there is a possibility." Jiang Baimian thought for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.
She then added:
"This is just a guess for now. We can't determine whether this leaflet was accidentally left by Lin Feifei and the others, or it was placed on purpose to mislead investigators."
"As long as one of the members of that organization can be found, the problem will be solved." Shang Jianyao gave his plan quite seriously.
"Then you can sneak in, go to the party, eat and drink, and collect clues to find the truth?" Jiang Baimian helped Shang Jianyao to make up the whole plan.
This sounds a bit absurd, like a child playing house, but with the ability to see Yao, everything is possible.
"With the IQ they show, I can be the one who distributes food." Shang Jianyao glanced at the flyer in his hand, raised his right arm, and wiped the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Baimian laughed and reminded:
"Illiteracy does not equal low IQ."
"Those who believe in this rhetoric must be easy to deceive." Shang Jianyao was quite confident.
"That's true too. Those who can become a member of this organization are all screened and easy to deceive people. Well, they should also be easily frightened and guided." Jiang Baimian nodded slightly, then turned to smile, "You don't worry about cheating their organizers, because they are so cheating that they even save food?"
"Too much!" Shang Jianyao was instantly indignant.
Jiang Baimian pondered for a few seconds and said:
"Seriously, be careful.
"Lei Yunsong and Lin Feifei are definitely not stupid, there is no doubt about that, but why did they get involved with such a group of people
"I'm worried that you're really going to get in, and your IQ will be pulled to the overall level of that organization.
"This is no joke, the abilities of the Awakened are quite weird and terrifying."
"Pollution is mutual." Shang Jianyao responded solemnly.
Jiang Baimian was speechless for a while.
She immediately walked to the window, opened a glass, and waved to Bai Chen and Long Yuehong below, indicating that they don't need to be on guard.
Then, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao searched the room again, but could not find any more clues.
Immediately afterwards, they used tools to open the opposite room.
- This is also the place where Lin Feifei is suspected to live.
This room is very messy, with all kinds of items everywhere, exuding a faint musty smell.
Comparatively speaking, the only table with the cleanest surface is mainly books, papers, and a pen with a scotch tape wrapped around the center a few times.
Looking through the room, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian found that most of the stack of books had the stamp of the Weed City Public Library, and the few books that were not there were damp, dirty, old and tattered, and they didn't know where to get them. come.
It didn't take long for them to determine what kind of person the room was living in:
A simple family consisting of a parent and a child, the father seems to be doing manual work, the mother sews and mends clothes at home, and the child is eleven or twelve years old and is teaching himself.
"Such a person shouldn't believe those lunatics." Jiang Baimian made the final conclusion.
In other words, this is not the target room and can be left.
Shang Jianyao nodded, suddenly walked to the table, and picked up the pen.
"What are you going to do?" Jiang Baimian gave up the idea of guessing Shang Jianyao.
"Mark the homework." Shang Jianyao said without looking back.
"...Time may be too late. If the follow-up clues are missed, the investigation may be interrupted." Jiang Baimian did not directly use the authority of the team leader to call Shang Jianyao back, but presented the facts and reasoned.
Shang Jianyao thought for a moment, nodded and lowered his body, and quickly wrote a few words on the paper.
In a matter of seconds, he put down the pen and turned back.
Jiang Baimian turned his body sideways, looked at the table, and saw four more upright words on the paper:
"study well"
Jiang Baimian suddenly let out a low laugh.
After she left the room and locked the door again, she muttered:
"It would scare them."
"Fear is also a driving force." Shang Jianyao said calmly.
"..." Jiang Baimian squinted at this guy and made a "hiss", "You don't have to make your thinking so complicated all the time."
While speaking, the two left the building and came to the courtyard entrance and exit located in Huangjiao Lane.
There is also a sentry box here, and in it sits an old man wrapped in an old dark blue cotton jacket.
There are many wrinkles on his face, and his skin is as rough as orange peel, but his hair is not thin at all, not even white.
This makes it completely impossible to judge his age from his appearance.
No need for Jiang Baimian's further orders, Shang Jianyao walked over and shouted with a smile:
"uncle."
The old gatekeeper hurriedly put the army green cotton cap in his hand on top of his head and muttered:
"Don't shout so affectionately, just say something, and give money if you have any problems."
Shang Jianyao calmly repeated the words "you are a man, so am I".
The old man's eyebrows suddenly became active, he raised his finger and pointed diagonally across from him:
"Well, there are quite a few in that building."
Shang Jianyao did not correct the other party's "reasoning deviation", took out Lin Feifei's photo and said:
"Have you seen this man?"
"I've seen it." The old man's voice became a little louder. "Don't think about it, don't think about it, she's not here to sell."
Speaking of which, he lowered his voice:
"I suspect that she is the mistress of some noble gentleman on North Street who is raised here. Every few days a man will come to look for her."
"How do you know?" Shang Jianyao asked curiously.
The old man smiled:
"I live in the same building as her, on the same floor, how could I not know?"
"Then do you know Lao Zheng?" Shang Jianyao changed the question inexplicably.
The old janitor in Hongluoxiang said that most of the Lin Feifei-related matters were told to him by Lao Zheng.
The old man froze for a moment:
"I am Lao Zheng."
"Ah, that's all right." Shang Jianyao returned to the topic, "Does she live in the room in Huangjiao Lane?"
"Yes." Lao Zheng was very sure.
Shang Jianyao continued to ask:
"What does the man who always asks her look like?"
"It's impossible to say. He always wore a hat, a collar, and put a mask on his face. He was sneaky. At first glance, he had an identity and didn't want to be exposed." Lao Zheng recalled. He said, "He's quite tall, er... a few centimeters shorter than you."
Shang Jianyao turned and asked:
"Have you seen this woman in the photo today?"
"I've seen it, it looks like it's in the early eighth o'clock." Lao Zheng laughed, "She was wearing a mask at the time, and the baseball cap was pressed down so low that people who didn't know her would definitely not recognize her, but she came in and out every day. I can be sure it's her just by the outline."
Obviously, the old man paid extra attention to Lin Feifei.
"Where did she go?" Shang Jianyao asked.
Lao Zheng shook his head:
"how could I know
"I just saw her walking down South Street with a big bag.
"It's a black travel bag..."
Hearing this, Jiang Baimian was extremely sure that Lin Feifei had moved.
Whether Liu Dazhuang dies or not, she will transfer.
After asking a few more details, Shang Jianyao took out a bag of compressed biscuits and handed it to Lao Zheng.
"Young man, you can be a man!" Lao Zheng's eyebrows stretched and he praised.
After leaving the yard, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong met in a secluded corner of Huangjiao Lane.
After listening to the group leader's retelling, Long Yuehong said in surprise:
"It actually involved the organization that stuffed flyers everywhere?"
No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the organization could not be on the table, and it had a funny atmosphere.
"Not sure yet." Jiang Baimian said thoughtfully, "But no matter what, we have to contact Chen Xufeng and ask him to send a telegram back to the company to ask for information about similar organizations. Next, we may encounter those gangs. Crazy, it's better to prepare early. Um... You guys will walk around the neighborhood later, don't rush to ask if anyone has seen a woman with a black travel bag, the focus is to observe those relic hunters to see what they can find Here comes the clue. Shang Jianyao and I will leave a message for Chen Xufeng."
"Yes, team leader." Bai Chen and Long Yuehong replied.
Because of environmental constraints, none of them are too loud.
Just when Jiang Baimian was about to say a few more words, Long Yuehong suddenly asked with some doubts:
"Lin Feifei knew how to disguise when he left that yard. Why did he see his face when he was 'waiting' for Liu Dazhuang?"
It's a little irrational.
As soon as the words fell, Long Yuehong found that Shang Jianyao swiped and looked at him. Seeing that he was a little guilty, he always felt that he had asked another stupid question.
Jiang Baimian was stunned for two seconds, then smiled and said:
"Okay, you can notice that.
"Next time, you can think more deeply, put yourself in that environment, and see what decisions will be made."
After the praise, she explained:
"If you are an ordinary ruin hunter, when you go to Hongluo Lane and ask the surrounding shop owners if they have seen Liu Dazhuang, what questions will they ask by the way?"
Long Yuehong thought about it for a few seconds, and then said:
"I will ask, have you ever seen someone more suspicious?"
Jiang Baimian smiled:
"Is that a woman who is a little pretty and who is waiting on the side of the road suspiciously, or is it a person with a low hat and a mask who can't see her face clearly?"
Long Yuehong suddenly realized:
"In that case, too much camouflage is a feature that is easy to be remembered."
"Yeah. Besides, in a short time, besides us, who will ask if they have seen a woman like Lin Feifei?" Jiang Baimian added with a smile.
Then, her tone became meaningful:
"But not necessarily after that."