"Gardenia ~ Zi ~ Lane ~"

Song Qian carefully identified a rusty street sign, and could barely make out these three words.

Song Qian let out a sigh of relief and looked at it.

You can probably see the head of the alley at a glance, but it is only two or three hundred meters. The houses on either side are small two-story wooden buildings that are not known to be built in what era, but at least have a few decades of history. Under your feet are bluestone pavements, some of which are loose, and you can step on them and warp them. Luckily, it hasn't rained lately, so I don't get my pant legs wet with a water gun.

According to Yuan Zixin's registered address, No. 127, Gardenia Lane......

Song Qian's eyes were almost sour, and only then did he make out the handwriting on the crimson door plates hanging outside the wooden houses, this one was only No. 19, and No. 127 should still be in front.

When I looked up, I saw that the messy wires were less than a foot above my head, passing from one building on one side of the street to the other and climbing in along the rotten wooden windowsill. Fluttering or floral or uniformly colored inferior curtains indicate that the houses are still occupied.

However, to be able to live in such conditions, perseverance is also extremely strong. At a glance, Song Qian didn't find an air conditioner, and it was impossible to install an air conditioner in such an old house.

The alleys are lined with street frontage, most of which have closed doors and windows, giving it a depressed look. However, occasionally a few shops have been simply decorated, hanging light box signs, but the name of the bookstore is not seen. Through the movable door, peach-colored lights shine on the bluestone pavement.

This may be a forgotten corner of the old city, or it may be inconvenient for development and utilization because of its special geographical location. In short, this small street seems to belong to two worlds from the high-rise buildings ten minutes away.

Although the alley is located behind the lively commercial street, there are not many people coming, Song Qian can see, there is a man in front of him walking around as if he is idling, but in a blink of an eye he enters a shop.

The alley was quiet again.

"Big brother, come in and wash your hair. ”

Belch!

Song Qian was already engrossed in looking at those broken door numbers, when suddenly a loud voice sounded next to him, and he was taken aback.

When I turned around, a middle-aged woman in her thirties wearing a bright red "suspender pajamas" was leaning against the door of a hair salon and waving to herself.

The "pajamas" are silky and wrap around the woman's slightly fat body. Her face was heavily powdered, and her lips were painted in that glamorous red.

This...... This is not the legendary ......

Song Qian waved his hand again and again: "I...... I don't wash my hair!"

"The full set is only 80 yuan, and I will give you an essential oil to push your back once......" The woman still tried to solicit.

"......" Song Qian almost wanted to hold his forehead, and walked a few steps forward, which was regarded as getting rid of the greasy voice.

“…… Do you want the two big brothers to come in and play together......

Song Qian walked in front, and when he heard the crooked voice faintly behind him, he quickened his steps, and didn't even dare to turn his head back, for fear that he would be pulled in and eaten by the middle-aged woman when he turned around.

In fact, Song Qian couldn't stop, although this alley was not long and depressed, but every once in a while, there was such an open shop, with a chair and a vertical mirror, and a woman standing at the door......

Of course, as long as there are people, there is demand, and as long as there is demand, there is this kind of business that meets the demand. Seriously, you and I are willing. It's just that the price is different, the quality is different.

After another walk, we have reached the end of the alley, and there are obviously fewer shops, but the houses are older. I can't read the house number at all.

"Grandma, may I ask which one is No. 127?"

Song Qian saw that at the door of a house, an old man with a hunched back was weaving a straw hat, so he stepped forward and asked.

"What's good? I can't hear clearly. ”

The old man stopped what he was doing and pointed to his ear.

"No. 127!Which one is No. 127?!" Song Qian raised his voice and asked again.

"I don't know what number! Who are you looking for?" The old man's voice was louder than Song Qian's, and he did give a useless answer.

It seems that you can't ask the house number. I don't know what number the old man lives in.

After thinking about it, Song Qian changed his question: "Is there a family of three living here, and the mother has a son and a daughter?"

This question was really right, and the old man suddenly realized: "It's there, there, Gui Fang's family is right?"

Gui Fang?

That's right! Song Qian remembered that Yuan Zixin's mother was named Li Guifang.

Looking in the direction of the old man's finger, he finally saw a wooden building with the same two floors, which can be regarded as being found!

Song Qian hurriedly ran over.

However, when I got to the door, I didn't know what to do. What did you say when you saw it? Why did you find it here? Will it make Yuan Zixin even more embarrassed?

Thinking of this, Song Qian had no choice but to go back and inquire with the old man who had some ears behind his back.

"Grandma, I want to ask~~ This Gui Fang's family~~~ has anything happened recently!"

Song Qian shouted at the top of his voice.

"You whisper, I can hear you. The old man looked up and looked at Song Qian like a monster.

Belch!

Didn't you just say you couldn't hear it? Sure enough, you just need to find the right angle for this kind of thing.

"I'm sorry Grandma, I just want to ask, has anything happened to that family recently?"

"Gui Fang, her son was hospitalized, and Gui Fang was also hospitalized. The old man continued to knit his straw hat as he spoke.

"Is there anything else going on then?"

"What?!What do you say?!"

Uh! It seems that the old man can't hear clearly.

Song Qian had no choice but to raise his voice again and asked, "In addition to hospitalization, is there anything else ~~ happening~~?"

"Yes, it looks like their house was burgled in the early hours of this morning. The old man clasped his ears in disgust and said in a normal voice.

"Someone stole it?what's going on?" Song Qian thought it was very strange, how much money could a person who lived in such a place with dilapidated doors and windows put in the room? There would still be a thief to patronize it? This thief really had nowhere to steal.

"We really never had a thief here. I went to bed early last night, and woke up at about two or three o'clock this morning, just when I heard a noise from Gui Fang's house, saying that there was a thief. Then the thief was caught, and there was a crackling sound. ”

"And then?"

"Then I didn't know anymore, I was an old woman, and I was afraid that it would affect them to catch the thief, so I stayed in the room all the time. ”

"Did you call the police?"

"No, probably not lost. And after the thief ran away, Gui Fang's eldest daughter went out. ”

At this point, the old man probably didn't know anything anymore, so he lowered his head and continued to knit the straw hat.

Hearing the old man say this, Song Qian probably understood what might have happened. In such a place, the possibility of being robbed is really unlikely, and if it is really a thief, it is impossible not to call the police. Then the biggest possibility is that Yuan Jianguo has come over.

Last night, Yuan Zixin should be alone, Song Qian has not seen Yuan Jianguo persecuting her daughter, it is really hard to imagine how she survived last night alone, in the middle of the night, in the face of her gambler father.

No wonder when it comes to Yuan Jianguo today, Yuan Zixin's attitude is so cold.

No matter, just said that I came to her because there were still some resignation procedures that had not been completed.

Thinking like this, Song Qian went directly over and knocked on the door......

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