After entering the noodle restaurant, Zhang Shuang directly took me to the front desk and ordered two bowls of stretched noodles.
This so-called stretched noodles is actually Laotang Ramen, we call it stretched noodles here. In fact, the two of us had the noon meal of steamed buns at the bottom, and now we are not hungry at all, ordering food is naturally just for the occasion.
After ordering the meal, we found a corner and sat down, staring nervously at the door of the noodle shop. Because we were in a position where we couldn't see the situation outside the door, that Seinfeld didn't come in for a long time, we waited anxiously, and thought he was gone!
However, in the end, he still came in. Went to the front desk and ordered a meal. Then I sat down next to the front desk.
In this way, the distance between us is relatively long, and he is much less likely to notice the two of us. What a coincidence.
After a while, our noodles were served. If in normal times, I really like to eat this kind of stretched noodles, but today, I am really not hungry! I picked two bites with chopsticks, and kept peeking at Seinfeld.
"Don't always look at him, you can't run him!" Zhang Shuang reminded me.
Indeed, he is now in the hotel, as long as he stares at the front door, he can't run away. Like in a movie or TV series, the target character runs away from the back door at every turn. It is all made up by the screenwriter. How can there be so many back doors! Anyway, this kind of small restaurant here doesn't have any back doors!
Even so, I still glanced at Song Fei with Yu Guang from time to time, and later discovered that the meal he ordered was also up, and it was actually very "rich"!
A bowl of noodles, a plate of side dishes, a chicken stand, and a bottle of beer! Although it doesn't cost much, it seems that this guy will really enjoy it. It seems that Song Fei, who I analyzed before, hesitated to come in is not because of lack of money. If you don’t have money, just order a bowl of noodles.
Who knows, I just thought of this, Zhang Shuang raised his hand and asked the waiter to serve two bottles of beer and two side dishes! I wiped it, why did she play the music too
Seeing me puzzled, Zhang Shuang explained in a low voice: "Idiot, how long can I eat two bowls of noodles!"
what! I suddenly realized it again. We are here staring at Sein Fei, but we only ate two bowls of noodles. We ate them in a short while. Why don't we walk here and stare? That would be suspicious!
I touched my swollen belly and felt very embarrassed. Still eating? Still drinking beer? I really can't hold it in my stomach!
That guy Song Fei is really different, he ordered noodles, sips and sips of beer! This meal actually took more than an hour. No way, Zhang Shuang and I could only eat here for more than an hour.
Finally, this guy was full of food and drink, grabbed a toothpick and was ready to go. When I saw this, my body was tight, and I almost stood up immediately.
Zhang Shuang looked at me like this, and quickly grabbed me from below. It is estimated that in her heart, now she definitely doesn't think it is a good thing for me to accompany her to follow the suspect, and it adds to the chaos.
Fortunately, Song Fei didn't even look at us, and walked out the gate of the noodle restaurant.
"What are you doing, so anxious!" Zhang Shuang whispered to me at this moment. My face was hot when she said that, and I realized that the kind of reality that I was just now was wrong.
That's right, we have to wait for the target person to go out before we can keep up. He stands up, and we stand up. Didn't this attract his attention! I really hate myself for being too stupid at this time, and I don't blame Zhang Shuang for always taunting me.
Later, Zhang Shuang and I got up and followed Song Fei out of the noodle shop. At first glance, he really didn't go too far, and he still didn't seem to want to take any transportation.
I saw him walking around, could it be that a bottle of beer made this guy drunk? What kind of alcohol is this? This is a typical person who can't drink!
However, Zhang Shuang seemed very proud of this situation. I guess she thinks that a drunk person should be better tracked!
In this way, we followed Song Fei into an old-fashioned residential area and walked into a unit door.
This old community belongs to the kind without property, so no matter it is the gate or the unit gate, there is no obstacle, and you can enter directly.
Because we couldn't follow too close, there was no way to determine which room he ended up in. Zhang Shuang and I just walked to the unit door, only to hear the sound of closing the door, and Song Fei disappeared.
I can't help but feel a little regretful, I've reached this point, and I can't determine which room the target enters!
But Zhang Shuang didn't seem to be worried at all. Although the distance between us and Seinfeld was not too close, it was not too far. The moment Song Fei closed the door, Zhang Shuang seemed to listen to the sound.
"The third floor!" Zhang Shuang said to me immediately.
My heart said, Nizi, are you so godly? Which floor can you tell by listening? I just heard the door closing, and I couldn't tell which floor it was.
Zhang Shuang pretended to be mysterious. Seeing my doubts, he didn't explain. He took me and came to the third floor lightly.
This is a three-family residential building, which means that there are three rooms on each floor. I was thinking, Zhang Shuang, you can tell that it is the third floor, and which room Song Fei entered, I really don't believe you can tell it.
I saw Zhang Shuang not paying attention to me. When I arrived on the third floor, I started to observe, and lightly touched the doors of these households. Most importantly, she repeatedly observed the position of the keyhole. Finally pointed directly at the door in the middle and whispered to me: "This one!"
I wiped it, this is really a god, how did she know it! I'm at a loss now, and I really don't understand how she analyzed it!
Zhang Shuang didn't want to explain to me. She immediately took out her phone, wrote a message, and sent it out. I guess it should be sent to her current leader Qi team.
I squinted a glance and probably saw what she had sent, mainly to report on the tracking investigation of Seinfeld, and emphasized that his hiding place had been locked.
After a while, Qi team replied with a "buzz". I saw two big words above: Withdraw!
How is this going? Why should Zhang Shuang withdraw? Is it to be more secure? Organize more police forces to arrest? At least Zhang Shuang should stay here and watch Seinfeld. What if he runs away
There were a series of question marks in my mind. When I didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd of Team Qi, his next message came: The suspect target has been locked, come back for support!
Damn it! Could it be that Song Fei is not that serial underwear thief? Team Qi, they have locked up another suspect! This is a mess, this clue that Zhang Shuang and I followed is in vain
Zhang Shuang was obviously not reconciled, and she replied again: sure
Basically sure! Come back soon! This is a reply from the Qi team.
Yes, I'm busy! My feeling at the time was like disappointment of failing the exam. Of course, I haven't missed the list, it just feels like that.
Of course Zhang Shuang felt the same way. She sighed and pulled me downstairs.
When he got downstairs, Zhang Shuang said to me: "Gao Xin, you go back, you really don't need to participate in the rest!"
What she said was the truth this time. The police had a round-up operation, and unlike last time, I was an insider, so naturally I didn't need to participate.
However, I still insisted on sending Zhang Shuang away until he got out of the taxi at the gate of the police station, and then I told the driver to run towards my house.
At this time, it was already more than 7 o'clock in the evening.
When I got home, I suddenly felt very tired. Throughout the day, I experienced a lot of things fully and fully. Now when I get home, my muscles and bones are all loose, I can't wait to lie down in my comfortable sex right away.
"Xiaoxin, why did you come back!" My mother greeted her from the bedroom, asking with concern and complaining again.
I looked at my watch, it was past 8 o'clock! In fact, I usually come back from the clinic, and sometimes it is also this time, there are too many patients to do it! But I usually send a message to my mother, make a phone call or something. I was busy with that case today and I forgot it.
"Have you eaten!" my mother asked again.
"Ah! It's finished..." I said apologetically. Because my mother usually saves meals for me, it is estimated that I did save it today, but I ate it.
Unexpectedly, my mother said a word and thundered me. "Just eat it, I don't have your meal today!"
Ah? No food for me? Although I have finished eating, it is just a waste of not leaving me a meal, but what is the situation today, why there is no food for me today? (End of this chapter)