Liang Zhengjiang took a look, what can be done.

simply took out the note, put it under the old woman's eyes, and muttered, "Isn't it, mother-in-law, do you say it?" ”

He deliberately pinched his throat and pretended to speak softly, which was magically similar to the father-in-law in the court drama.

The old man kept nodding his head, holding out a finger, dotting the note, and then dotting the northwest direction.

Xu Langxing stood opposite them.

The old woman's finger was in the same direction as he stood.

He looked far behind him, his eyes lit up, and he ran quickly.

Liang Zhengjiang shouted twice in the back, and then hurriedly thanked him.

"There is more than one flower bed along the street in Fuyan Community." Liang Zhengjiang suddenly realized.

Directly in front of them was a low-grade hotel with a gray appearance, with a total of four floors and a rooftop.

"It should be here." Xu Langxing said firmly.

Liang Zhengjiang pinched his nose and spoke, and his nasal voice sounded funny. "I can smell cat and dog poop and urine."

On the ground floor, there is no room and no reception. A wide concrete passage next to the staircase leads to a large rusted iron door. The two iron bolts on the iron door have the posture of a horror movie. Maybe it's not impossible that there are a few kidnapped hostages hidden inside, and a vicious dog with bared teeth will pounce on people!

On the second floor, there are rooms, there is no reception.

On the third floor, there are rooms with people walking around, no front desk.

As soon as the stairs on the fourth floor reached the end, there was a yellow table that said it was not big or small. Two yellow desks are put together, and they look like discarded desks that have been moved from some school.

……

if

If Cui Bigao, who is in a distant foreign country, comes here to take a look, then he will definitely be deeply impressed here.

There was no reception lady on the small stool with the desk, but a middle-aged man with a fierce face and dark skin. He didn't look too bad, if not fifty.

His hands were as black as his face, and he did not look at all like a city gentleman who stayed in the house all day, but a farmer working in the fields in the wind and sun.

Although he saw someone visiting, he didn't raise his head and fiddled with the electronic device in his hand that he didn't know what it was. The reason why it must be electronically related is that Liang Zhengjiang observed that there were also a bunch of parts of different shapes on the table, apparently disassembled from objects in the hands of middle-aged people.

The first time Xu Langxing saw the innkeeper, he felt familiar, but if he wanted to remember where he had seen it, he really couldn't say. Taking advantage of the opportunity for Liang Zhengjiang to inquire with the shopkeeper, he took a good look at this small reception room.

Clocks, check-in instructions, strings of keys, a small computer for check-in, a few pens and a pile of blank paper. Otherwise, there's nothing special anymore.

When he walked behind the innkeeper, Xu Langxing immediately understood where his déjà vu came from.

A small photograph is pasted on the inside of the yellow table in the direction of the shopkeeper. The photo shows parents and a little girl, and it is a family photo.

The problem lies in this family photo, the little girl in the photo, if he is not dazzled, is his little girl Che Song Ha.

"Hey, shopkeeper, I'll ask you something." Liang Zhengjiang said with a grin.

They didn't directly reveal their identities, but set up almost first. Sometimes, this makes it less likely to make the person being questioned worried, and a lot of information will be revealed, just like chatting.

The shopkeeper glared.

The eyes themselves look not small, so the staring is even more prominent.

"Ask what?" The tone of his voice was angular and angular, and the bones of the awkward people hurt. It's not so much like a conversation, it's more like a quarrel, and he's still the one who provokes the dispute and takes the initiative.

Liang Zhengjiang felt a little uncomfortable and shook his body.

It's a pity that after shaking, I didn't feel much less uncomfortable. When people are kind and talkative, in the face of such a tone and attitude, it is difficult to continue the conversation no matter how good the temper is.

"Car boss, do you like cats and dogs?"

Xu Langxing took over at this time and replaced Liang Zhengjiang, who was fighting on the front line. Liang Zhengjiang hurriedly withdrew his face that was a little red, and he didn't know if it was cold or what, so he stepped aside and rubbed his hands.

Che Tao has a better impression of the handsome-looking guy in front of him than the fair-skinned guy in between, he prefers a tougher style, and he is a tough guy himself. In addition, when I heard him call him the owner of the car, I thought it was a nearby resident who had admired his name for a long time, and his eyes were not so sharp in an instant.

"I don't like it." He shook his head, still fiddling with his gadgets.

Xu Langxing looked into the corridor of the narrow rooms on both sides of the fourth floor, the passage was dark, and there was a yellow iron bulb lit and hung on the wall during the day, which showed that the lighting was not ideal. The white-painted walls had long since turned yellow, and nearly half of the decorative paintings were crooked, and no one paid attention to them, let alone raised their hands to straighten them.

"You don't look like you're staying in a hotel, locals." Che Tao's eyes slanted in the direction of Liang Zhengjiang, and then his gaze stayed on Xu Langxing.

"Ah, yes." Xu Langxing took his gaze back, and while answering, he motioned for Liang Zhengjiang to go to the corridor to explore the situation. Liang Zhengjiang comprehended, casually disguised as a curious appearance of visiting, and walked busily.

The father in front of him is Che Songhe's father nine times out of ten, although his face is a little fiercer, but Xu Langxing will always meet in the future, so he won't go around the corner, "We want to ask if you know if you know the cat ......"

"Cat?!" Che Tao snatched the words, "You guys are also cats?" Hurry up and buy it, hurry up and get it away. I don't stop calling every day, and I don't know if the tenant is noisy. I didn't smell the smell in the hallway, or someone had paid him rent in advance, and I would have driven him away. ”

After Che Tao roared and said this, he put down the toys that he had been tinkering with for a long time, and walked into a room opposite that was quite similar to the kitchen, and Xu Langxing walked in behind him.

Taking advantage of Chen Tao's hand washing, Xu Langxing also observed the kitchen.

Men are not as meticulous as women in taking care of hotels, and the health hazards in the corners are quite serious. The kitchen sink was dirty, there were vegetable leaves on the edge of the sink, and when he opened the refrigerator, he saw that there was no drinking water in it, which was one of the most miserable refrigerators he had ever seen. A small vermilion dining table is the cleanest furniture in the whole kitchen, and the chopsticks are also washed and placed in the chopstick holder.

"You said that someone paid the rent in advance for him, who is it, do you know?" Xu Langxing was more interested in this person who paid the rent, because he was probably the one who attracted them here. And the purpose of the Hider was no longer to guide them to the cat, but to guide him to Cha Song Ha's father.

Cha Song Ha's parents are taboo for her to talk to everyone, and she is more disgusted by this. Once asked, it was just a few perfunctory words, and he never mentioned it much, and he was no exception.

Since someone deliberately let him come here, then he will accept it.