Xia Liang walked into KFC.

This store has a lot of traffic, and even at tea time, the queue is about to line up.

He looked around, and there was a camera in the corner.

Many guests directly use their mobile phones to scan the code to order, and when they wait for their own number, they go directly to pick up the food.

If this is the case, there is no need to communicate with the waiter during the whole process.

The clerks were so busy that they didn't think they remembered a mother and daughter having been here.

He sighed and walked out.

The next one is the real ice skating rink on the second floor.

It never snows in Guangzhou, and people don't have much access to ice skating. On Saturdays and Sundays, the venue is often full.

Fortunately, there are not many people today. He walked to the ticket window and showed his police ID.

"Excuse me. Have you ever seen this mother and daughter? It was probably on a Saturday afternoon, around four or five o'clock......"

The ticket inspector looked at the photo and was a little surprised.

"Isn't this Fu Ying'er?"

Xia Liang was also a little surprised, Xu didn't expect Fu Ying'er to be so well-known.

"If a star like her really comes to the mall to shop, she can't crowd around to ask for autographs? Unless she's wearing a mask or something, she can't recognize ......"

"Mask ......" Xia Liang frowned, and subconsciously looked around.

Many of the young girls who passed by were wearing masks. He had heard that it was to contour the face and make it appear smaller......

If you take into account Fu Yinger's fame, it is understandable that she and Fang Qing will wear masks when they go shopping.

- In this case, it will be much more difficult to confirm through surveillance that she has indeed been there.

The next stop is the cinema.

"Fu Ying'er? How can she, she's not eighteen yet, is she? Even if you wear a mask and take out your student ID, won't we all recognize it? ”

The theater conductor's muttering made Xia conscience burn a little hope, and was soon extinguished by the conductor next door:

"Silly you, if you really don't want to get into trouble, where would you care about the discount of the more than ten yuan on your student ID, just buy an adult ticket and you'll be done, and you don't have to take your ID card......"

Xia Liang pondered for a while, and then asked:

"Is it common for mothers and daughters to watch movies together? Maybe you still have some memories......"

The conductor waved his hand:

"Brother policeman, you also think too highly of us, I have to receive hundreds or thousands of guests a day here, and there are not a hundred but fifty people who come in pairs, how can you remember it so clearly."

Another said:

"May you tell me what those two are wearing, we can still have an impression......

Xia Liang thought that this was also a solution, so he nodded at the two of them and left temporarily.

As soon as he came out of room 704 across the door, police officer Zhao Gang's phone rang.

"Lao Xia, how is the situation over there?"

"No one has ever seen either of them. How is your interrogation? ”

"After asking early, I went to the other side of the house to ask, and there was no suspicious news. Their neighbor is an old man who has left a record in the bureau, and it seems that he still owes Fu Sizhe tens of thousands, and they are afraid that they are still in the dark at this time. The old man was so frightened when he saw me, he said a lot of things, saying that there was someone outside the woman, and what did she say about the cockroaches some time ago, and she also made a special trip to deliver cockroach medicine or something...... It's full of nonsense, but it's not a thing. ”

Zhao Gang complained, but Xia Liang ignored it:

"Let's get down to business, did you ask any new clues from Fang Qing?"

"Nothing. Fu Ying'er is also at home today, and I'm going to send Fu Sizhe to the funeral tonight - it's a cute little girl, and the real person looks better than on TV......"

"Zhao Gang!"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you the right thing...... It's not serious, it's still those: Fu Sizhe is not angry, he hasn't been promoted after working for so many years, he's afraid of his wife, his business fails, his family relies on Fang Qing to work two jobs alone, and even his daughter has to make money to make a living, anyway, this mother and daughter really make him very sad...... His wife doesn't think he's a good man, and his daughter doesn't think he's a good father, and he's not a human being inside and out......

Xia Liang sighed on the other end of the phone, said "Okay", and instructed Zhao Gang to ask what kind of clothes the two wore on Saturday, and returned to the theater to ask again.

Fang Qing was wearing a brown windbreaker, and Fu Yinger was wearing a linen-colored sweater.

On Saturday, when the temperature dropped, everyone wore a few more clothes, and they were not any special styles, and the two conductors looked at me, I looked at you, and shook their heads for a while.

Xia conscience was bitter, he knew that he had run for nothing this afternoon.

At night, Mr. Demon returned home, and Liu Yanshi had not left.

"How's the situation, classmate Shi Zuocai?"

Mr. Demon smiled:

They began to investigate Fang Qing and Fu Ying'er's alibi. I don't think I'll be focusing on this anytime soon. However, Fang Qing and Fu Ying'er will go to work and school normally tomorrow, so I asked Fang Qing to put the old mobile phone in her bag. ”

Liu Yanshi pretended to be vicious:

"If you dare to do anything bad to the other party's mother and Ying'er, I will break your three legs."

Mr. Demon couldn't help but laugh, said "I can't ask for it", sat down at the workbench again, turned on the computer, and stretched.

"What's the matter, don't you have to let the stuffy oil bottle continue reasoning today?" Liu Yanshi blinked.

"According to his meaning, let me also look at the whole process of development, and one more person and one more head, maybe I can find some new angles."

He opened Weibo with ease, entered Fu Sizhe's account password, cocked Erlang's legs, and slid the roller lazily.

"In reality, he is an honest and honest ordinary white-collar worker, and he has no right to speak at home, and his wife hates women...... In the online world, it is a pioneer in the fight against counterfeiting who has the courage to criticize current politics and often openly argues with large enterprises...... It's really funny. ”

Mr. Demon's peach blossom eyes were filled with an interesting smile. He looked up:

"Last night, what was the situation called by the stuffy oil bottle analysis?"

Liu Yanshi dragged the mahogany chair (because the stuffy oil bottle was not there, he specially picked the one he used for), straddled it like a pony, pillowed his head on the back of the chair, and muttered:

"Stuffy Oil Bottle Says ......"

The stuffy oil bottle believes that Fu Sizhe is just an ordinary person after all, but he met Liu Yanshi's parents by fate, and the chivalrous combination of kyogen masters gave him too much shock to his ordinary life, and also changed the trajectory of his life.

That is, "once the sea was difficult to water".

But the ducks that are mixed into the swan flock are only ducks after all, and when the swans flap their wings and leave, and the ducks return to the flock, the ducks' vision, the manners and temperament they learn from the swans, will only become a laughing stock in the ducks.

Because a duck is a duck. A duck who tries to become a white swan is just a follow-up.

But Fu Sizhe was unwilling to face this.

So Muggles returned to the real world and began a long and lonely journey anew, just to see the magical world again.

He created Weibo. Again and again against counterfeiters online.

He is bullied in real life, but in the online world, he is a fraud hunter who targets fraudsters.

His identity in reality is an ordinary white-collar worker, an unpopular husband, and an unknown father, but in the online world, he is a pioneer in the fight against counterfeiting.

In his own way, he became a "Kyogen Master".

"I have a more appropriate adjective for the stuffy oil bottle." Mr. Demon smiled softly, his eyes getting cold.

"Keyboard Warrior."