On television, the reporter is interviewing a resident.

It was a white-haired old lady, wearing a red armband, and the old lady said to the reporter excitedly: "Oh, I just watched TV yesterday, aren't you all calling for the search for that big star, I feel like I think what you are talking about, I am very familiar!" I thought I'd seen it somewhere, I thought about it, and guess what happened, before I went to bed, when the old man told me what to eat tomorrow morning, I suddenly knew where I had seen the big star you were looking for. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he began to walk, and the reporter asked her questions without a dozen questions.

The camera follows the old man's steps, sweeping over a piece of pink walls and tiles, the camera has blue bricks and stone bridges, there is a turquoise river on the side of the road, and every brick and tile that appears on the TV makes Lin Chen feel familiar.

He was also the same as the dynasty, Mu Ran turned his head, looked at the torture slave company, and was speechless for a long time.

Because the alley that the old man is walking through is called Yanjia Alley, he will walk through it every day.

Song Shengsheng has always lived very close to them?

How is this possible......

The old lady walked along the river for a while, turned left and entered another alley, and finally, he stopped in front of a well-populated flatbread and fritters shop.

The camera 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 it was the morning before yesterday, the day of the accident in Ansheng International Mall, he and Xing Conglian had been to this store.

They sat opposite each other and ate breakfast in the smoky shop.

The cameraman patted the steaming fritters and snow-white soy milk, and finally turned the camera on the shopkeeper.

There were so many people gathered at the door of his house at once, and some people held microphones and cameras, and the boss was very surprised: "What's the matter, my Lao Chen's flatbread fritters have finally become famous?" ”

"Boss Chen, what about the kneading worker in your house, who hasn't been able to come 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 felt that Song Shengsheng was familiar.

He should have seen Song Shengsheng, and the old lady was right, it was the kitchen of the cake shop, where there was a kneading worker who never spoke.

Sometimes, when Boss Chen doesn't have enough dough on hand and is too busy to get out, he will shout, someone will come out of the kitchen, and that person will put the dough down, and then walk back to the kitchen with his head down......

The appearance of the kneading worker and the photo of Song Shengsheng after he was released from prison gradually overlapped in his mind.

Lin Chen thought, in that bustling shop, he must have had one or two chances to pass by Song Shengsheng, maybe Song Shengsheng glanced at him, maybe he glanced at Song Shengsheng, why didn't he remember this earlier?

However, is that really Song Shengsheng?

Without rivets, without maverick silver hair, the kneader's face was pale and his skin was chapped, and he looked like the busiest worker at the bottom of the city, and he didn't have any head to toe except that he was older than the others.

Lin Chen really imagined many ways that Song Shengsheng would be like now, and he even preferred Song Shengsheng to become a crazy executioner like Li Jingtian's revenge as he feared, rather than Song Shengsheng becoming like this, ordinary, cringe, and lifeless......

Will once proud souls be sent to hell and become humble and unrecognizable?

Lin Chen covered his face with his hands, extremely uncomfortable.

He felt his shoulders sink, and the torturer put his hand on his shoulder at some point, he looked up, and the torturer pressed his shoulder, as if relieved.

Xing Conglian looked at him, but said to Wang Dynasty: "Wang Dynasty, find out Boss Chen's phone number immediately." ”

The young man was naked, nodded, and rushed to the desk to open the laptop: "Brother Ah Chen, do you know Boss Chen's full name?" ”

"I don't know." Lin Chen pondered for a moment and said, "This cake shop must have been filed with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the Health Bureau, you can check it." ”

In the live TV broadcast, the boss Ma Yu took the banknote, and when he was looking for change, he thought about answering the old lady's question just now: "You said he, let's go." ”

"What, the man is gone?" The reporter raised his voice and asked, "Are you sure, when did you leave?" ”

"It's gone.,I left after work yesterday.,What's wrong with this.,TV program looking for people?" The boss wiped his hand on his apron and asked for some reason.

"Lao Chen, you didn't read yesterday's news, it's a big deal!" The old lady shouted at the top of her voice, looking like she hated iron but not steel.

"My little grandson watches bears on my TV all day long, what news can I watch." The boss lowered his head and continued to roll out the dough.

The old lady slapped the boss's arm heavily: "That's Song Shengsheng!" used to be a famous star, did you look at your ID card when you hired people, was he called that name, was it Song Shengsheng? ”

Boss Chen snorted and laughed: "What a big star, how can our Ah Guan be a star, it's not like you haven't seen Ah Guan......"

Hearing what the boss said, the reporter was a little disappointed: "Really, isn't it, his name is Ah Guan?" But why did he leave after work yesterday, do you know the details? ”

"Tsk." The boss suddenly stopped and looked at the reporter with some confusion, "He said his name is Ah Guan, but when he talks about it...... He was really in a hurry yesterday, I said that he didn't ask for a salary, and then I chased him out, and he actually got into a big ....... ”

Hearing this, the reporter's eyes lit up again, and he became excited again: "You have really seen his ID card, is he really not Song Shengsheng?" ”

Boss Chen smashed his mouth and waved his hand: "Our small shop is so troublesome, just be honest and willing to do it, he has been working with me for three months, he is very honest, where is it like those stars on TV." ”

"That is, you don't know who he is?"

"Of course I know, he's Ah Guan!"

The reporter then turned around, looked at the live camera, and said very excitedly: "Audience and friends, Mr. Song Shengsheng's traces are becoming more and more confusing, whether the cake shop worker is the former singer, please lock in Hongjing TV, we will track the whole process for you." ”

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 me a phone, do you want it?" ”

"Yes! Thank you! "The reporter almost lost his temper of joy in front of the TV because of the exclusive that was about to arrive.

At the same time, Wang Chao shouted in front of the computer: "Boss, I found it!" ”

"Make a phone call." The torturer said word by word.

Wang Chao hurriedly dialed the phone, and in the live news, the boss was strangely pulling out a note from his trouser pocket, and then the bell rang, and he first handed the note to the reporter, and then answered the phone.

"Hello Boss Chen, I am the captain of the Hongjing Police Force, my name is Criminal, please take back the note, don't reveal anything to the reporter, and then our colleagues will pick you up at the police station to explain what happened, please rest assured, it's just a routine inquiry."

In the picture, the reporter has opened the note.

When Boss Chen heard this, he quickly reached out and snatched the note back, as if it was an absurd comedy, he said to the criminal conglian in front of the camera: "Captain Chen, I snatched the paper back, don't worry, I won't give anyone except the police!" ”

"Thank you, and please send me the phone number on the paper as much as you can."

After the torturer finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and also took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and there was a circle of soup bowl prints on the paper, which was the wanted warrant that he had previously padded under the bowl. He slowly opened the wanted notice, and the strangely named Mr. Meijing was smiling at them in the painting.

Lin Chen's brows tightened, someone picked up Song Shengsheng in a Mercedes-Benz, who is that person, don't be that terrifying Mr. Beauty.

The convict turned his head to look at him and asked, "You can't worry about the same thing as me, do you?" ”

Lin Chen could only nod.

……

Song Shengsheng worked at the cake shop where they occasionally went to eat breakfast, which was almost an incredible coincidence, but if it wasn't a coincidence, then this matter had begun to approach the scope of thrillers, and Lin Chen didn't even dare to make any speculations about it.

They cleaned up quickly, and the criminal conglian and the dynasty stuffed everything into their backpacks at a speed of marching and fighting, and during the cleaning period, the phone of the criminal conglian was never disconnected, and he kept assigning tasks to Hongjing's colleagues, first sending someone to Yanjia Lane to pick up Boss Chen, and then said to the colleague on the other end of the phone: "Take the people from the forensic department to the cake shop to see if there are any fingerprints left by Aguan, and scan them for examination." Also, I have a photo here, you can let people recognize it when you see Boss Chen later, and see if it is the person who picked up Song Shengsheng. ”

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone again, took a picture of the wanted warrant, and passed it on again.

After doing this, the text message ringtone rang on his mobile phone, and he clicked on the message, and a 13-digit phone number was sent by the previous owner of the cake shop.

"Consultant Lin thinks that we should make this call right now?" The convict looked at the number and asked him.

Lin Chen fell into deep thought, this was really a difficult question to judge, so Rao is criminal servant was a little hesitant.

Judging from the other party's move 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 also voluntarily went with the other party, this should not be a kidnapping, so why is this qiē?

"Advisor Lin."

The torturer shouted at him again.

Lin Chen thought about it, and still said: "Anyway, that reporter has already seen the phone number, and he may have been calling over there now, so let's wait and see." ”

Conglian nodded, as if agreeing with his judgment.

Soon they got into the jeep of the Conglian Company again and hurried to Hongjing.

Lin Chen sat in the back seat with the dynasty, and he couldn't care less about looking at the cute pink strawberry T-shirt that the young man was wearing on his body.

The car started, and Wang Chao's hands were on the keyboard, but he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Brother Ah Chen, I'm ...... What am I looking for? ”

Lin Chen pinched the bridge of his nose and said to the dynasty: "Let's take a look at the situation on the Internet first, and then search for the surrounding surveillance, and try to see if we can confirm that Ah Guan in the cake shop is the Song Shengsheng we are looking for?" ”

Xing Conglian tuned the car radio channel to Hongjing Radio, and the host's magnetic and gentle voice flowed out, and he said with some excitement: "The news about the former singer Song Shengsheng touched the hearts of hundreds of millions of our fans. ”

The host said this in an almost chanting tone, and he was full of reverence when he read the three words Song Shengsheng, which is always the nature of media people.

The call waiting tone rang out again and again.

The phone was finally connected, and everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

A very calm and modest voice flowed from the car stereo as he said, "Hey, hello. ”