According to the address, the car drove for about 20 minutes and came to an old community in the North District.

There is a sign at the mouth of the alley, with three vague words on it: Acacia Tree Lane.

The alley was narrow, and the car couldn't get in, so Qiu Jing asked Ah Qi to park the car here and wait for her, and she walked in. Ah Qi was not at ease, parked the car in the parking space across the road, and accompanied Qiu Jinghao into the alley.

The path paved with bluestone slabs, because it has not been repaired for many years, the slate is broken like a spider's web, there was an autumn rain a few days ago, the low-lying part of the stone road is covered with water, Qiu Jing looked at the road under her feet and carefully stepped on the clean ground step by step, Ah Qi followed her closely, paying careful attention.

On the walls of the alley, fresh and lush moss grows on the side with their backs to the light, the smell of damp and mildew grass wafts in the air, the shadowy corners are the footprints of passing pedestrians and the ruts of bicycles, and a flock of white doves on the ridge opposite, cooing and cooing.

The door frame was nailed to the iron door number, and Ah Qi's voice came from behind, "What number are you looking for?"

Qiu Jing looked at one house number and landed on another door number, and said, "No. 135." ”

Ah Qi helped to find it, she looked left, he looked right.

After walking a long way down the whirlwindling alley, I found number 135 in a less conspicuous location.

Qiu Jinghao walked to the door, the wooden door was closed, the shop was rusty, and the position under the door knocker was often touched and bright copper.

It seems that there are still people living there, Qiu Jing patted the door knocker and made a metallic sound.

"Anyone?" her clean voice was out of place in the mud.

“”

Three more times, "Is Ms. Deng there?"

Ah Qi saw her knocking politely, called the door softly, and took a step forward, "I'll come." ”

Qiu Jing looked at him well, took a step back, and gave up her position.

Ah Qi stood in front of the door, slapped his big palm on the door, raised his voice and shouted: "If you don't open it again, I'll kick it!"

Autumn Jing is good:""

"Who's coming, who's like urging life, rushing to reincarnate!"

The woman's voice was sharp and her words were harsh, and they fell into Qiu Jinghao's ears through the door panel, and her first impression was not worth much.

The bolt of the door was opened, the wooden door was pulled left and right, and the woman was covered by a black shadow, she raised her head and saw Ah Qi's cold eyes, and she stepped back in fright.

"Mom!" exclaimed, patting his heart and saying, "Scared me to death! Who are you?"

Ah Qi's dark eyes were dark, and his voice was deep and intimidating, "Are you Ms. Deng?"

Deng Hongjie nodded, as soon as she heard the other party call her Ms. Deng, she looked at Ah Qiyi's outfit, although she didn't understand the brand of the suit, but the fabric workmanship, absolutely high-end brand, leather shoes were shiny, it was not a bargain at first glance, and the word rich man was pasted on Ah Qi's head by her in an instant.

I secretly said in my heart, as long as it wasn't those debt collectors!

"What are you looking for me? I don't seem to know you. ”

"It's not me looking for you. Ah Qi stepped aside, Qiu Jinghao stepped forward, Deng Hongjie looked at her suspiciously, "Are you looking for me?"

Qiu Jing smiled politely and took the initiative to stretch out her hand, "Hello, my name is Qiu Jinghao, from the Huan City Police Department." ”

"Police station?" Deng Hongjie raised her eyebrows, her eyes instantly vigilant, "What are you looking for me?"

"I'm looking for you to investigate Wantong's disappearance three years ago. ”

"My daughter has been gone for three years, why don't you go to find the murderer, what are you coming to me to investigate?" Deng Hongjie's tone was not good, and her hands held on to the two doors and wanted to close.

Ah Qi's hand reached out from behind, and he held it up against the door.

"You person" Deng Hongjie pushed the door hard, "Let go, you are not welcome in my family!"

Qiu Jing stood straight at the door, without the slightest intention of leaving, and Ah Qi's hand did not move at all.

"Deng xiǎo jiě, I don't mind asking you here about the details of Fang Wantong's disappearance. But," Qiu Jing hinted at behind her, "It seems that your neighbor doesn't mind." ”

Deng Hongjie looked behind Qiu Jinghao, and saw through the gap that the neighbor's house had opened a few windows, and the black brain was staring at the excitement.

Hurriedly opened the door, let the two in, and said in a low voice, "Come in." ”

Qiu Jing crossed the threshold indifferently, and Ah Qi followed into the door and closed the door.

The small courtyard is not big, two rooms, the yard is quite clean, and hibiscus is planted in the corner.

Qiu Jing thought of Fang Wantong's zhào piàn, the innocent smiling face of the little girl, the two dimples were smart and cute, and the background should be this hibiscus.

She walked over and pointed at Hibiscus, "She took a picture here, right?"

"Huh?" Deng Hongjie didn't hear what she said, and walked a few steps, "What did you just say?"

"I said, "Your daughter took a picture here. ”

Deng Hongjie looked dazed.

Qiu Jinghao continued to remind, "The zhào piàn you handed over to the police, there is a picture with this background. She turned her head and stared at Deng Hongjie's eyes, "Your daughter, wearing a red dress and two pigtails, is standing here." ”

Deng Hongjie hurriedly looked away, her face pale.

Qiu Jinghao glanced at her clenched hand, and said lightly: "I'm talking about zhào piàn." ”

Deng Hongjie raised her head awkwardly, smiled very unnaturally, and nodded "oh".

The whole person lost the momentum just now, like a wilted eggplant, and asked Qiu Jinghao, "What do you want to ask?" ”

Qiu Jing looked around, but didn't find stools and chairs or anything like that, Deng Hongjie also noticed her eyes, and didn't mean to invite them to sit down.

Deng Hongjie's inappropriate hospitality implied that she was very much looking forward to her leaving, and Qiu Jinghao was very interested in this very much, why should she be in a hurry to let her leave?

He simply stood up and said, "Ms. Deng, are you living alone now?"

Deng Hongjie replied quickly, almost without much thought, "No, I remarried a long time ago." ”

When Fang Wantong was two years old, her father died in a traffic accident, and according to police information, Deng Hongjie remarried two years later, and her current husband is Fu Yishan.

Qiu Jing asked, "What is your husband's name?"

"The surname is Fu, Fu Yishan. ”

"Is your husband at home?"

"No, he dodged his eyes, "and went to work." ”

She's lying!

"Where do you work?" Qiu Jinghao's eyes were cold.

"In, in a private factory. Deng Hongjie couldn't speak.

Qiu Jing couldn't understand why she lied about her remarried husband.

"Is it convenient for you to go down to the specific address of Mr. Fu's factory?" Qiu Jing held on, and there was definitely a purpose for one person to hide the truth of another matter.

"He's here," Deng Hongjie's eyes suddenly lit up, "What does it have to do with where my husband works, what do you want to do when you ask him where he works?"

Deng Hongjie suddenly approached and stretched out her hand to push Qiu Jinghao, "You go, you are not welcome here." ”