Chen Yiming went out to make a phone call, and when he came in, he looked calm, cleared his throat, and spoke up in front of the dean for the first time, "Excuse me, has anyone come to investigate Lin Qiyao's information?" ”

The dean's expression was a little abrupt, and he said slowly: "There are also some people who come here to investigate the children's information throughout the year. It's just that after such a long time, it is estimated that this child should be in his early thirties, and it stands to reason that he will not be viewed. ”

"Do you have any records of the people you visited?"

The dean nodded again and again, asked the girl to take out the handler's record book, and said, "These are all records left by the people who came to us to investigate the files. ”

Yao Zhiyue's gaze fell on the record book and asked, "Can you let me take a look?" ”

The dean nodded and handed the notebook over. There is not much filing information on the top, Yao Zhiyue has ten lines at a glance. Suddenly, her gaze suddenly stopped at one point.

But seeing her apricot eyes wide open, her pupils tightened slightly, and a trace of surprise overflowed between her eyebrows, she looked up at Chen Yiming, and at the same time handed over the record book, and her slender index finger gently swiped a line of tables.

Chen Yiming looked down, and what caught his eye was the three words Zheng Xiaoyao, he looked at the time column and the contact information column again, there was not too much expression on his face, his eyes were calm, and he asked, "Do you know when Lin Qiyao's file was not there?" ”

The dean and the girl shook their heads, both with worried expressions on their faces. After a moment, I heard the dean say to himself: "Hey, if we hadn't found it just now, we don't know when we lost it." ”

Yao Zhiyue went out and dialed the mobile phone number, which was unsurprisingly empty. She went back to the room and looked at the dean and asked, "Do you remember when Lin Qiyao left here?" Where did you go after you left here? ”

The dean tried to think about it for a long time, but because of the long time passed, the memory was vague and fragmented, and he didn't know if it was this child, so he had to say helplessly: "I'm sorry, people are getting old, and their memory is getting worse and worse." ”

A touch of loss appeared on Yao Zhiyue's face, and she left her contact information, and said, "It's okay, if you think of something, please make sure to call this number and tell me, I'm sorry for you." ”

Chen Yiming and Yao Zhiyue left the welfare home, and the two had their own hearts and minds, and they were silent all the way. The car slowly stopped at the hotel gate, and the two got out of the car one after the other and walked straight into the hotel.

Yao Zhiyue suddenly stopped her pace, looked like she was not dead in the heart of Huang He, and said, "It seems that only Qin Fei knows the origin of this woman right now. You say, can I charge him with attempted murder and find him through the police? ”

Without waiting for Chen Yiming to speak, Yao Zhiyue denied it again, and said sullenly: "Forget it, that will definitely make things bigger, in case you are involved, it will be troublesome." ”

Chen Yiming stopped, took a deep look at Yao Zhiyue, who was puzzled, and was slightly distracted.

If he hadn't accidentally bumped into her crying alone in the middle of the night in his villa, he wouldn't have known that this energetic girl was actually holding a bad deck of cards.

I don't know if she really doesn't care, or if she doesn't know at all, she has been working hard to turn the tide, and that's what she looks like in front of her.

Yao Zhiyue saw that Chen Yiming was stunned, waved his hand in front of him, and asked, "Do you have any new clues?" ”

Chen Yiming pulled back his thoughts, frowned slightly, continued to take steps, and said indifferently: "No." ”

The two of them went back to their rooms. Yao Zhiyue is not a person who sits still, she hesitated a little and acted alone without telling Chen Yiming.

The next day, Chen Yiming finally received a call from Yan Zheyu. Yan Zheyu's tone was heavy, and Chen Yiming's heart sank.

"Ming Tsai, are you sure that woman's name is Lin Qiyao?"

Chen Yiming stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth a little impatiently, but his tone was always calm and composed, "What's the situation?" ”

"I called up the ID avatars of all the women named Lin Qiyao, and none of them looked like that woman."

Chen Yiming's face gradually became gloomy, and his deep eyes overflowed with a hint of fierceness, this was the first time he showed angry emotions in the investigation of this matter.

"I see."

Hanging up the phone, Chen Yiming stood silently in front of the window, overlooking the bustling scenery of the city with high-rise buildings, and began to carefully sort out the clues before and after. The current situation made it clear to him that his mother did not commit suicide, but was likely to be murder.

Chen Yiming's hand in his pocket was clenched tightly into a fist, and the whole person was like a sword about to be unsheathed, with a layer of sharp light inside. The rat hiding behind it seems to be more cunning than a fox.