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Kong Zhiming opened the door with the key.

"It seems that Hu Ling hasn't been back here since your eldest brother had an accident." Xiao Ling glanced at the room: this is a duplex building, although the doors and windows are not wide open, there is already a thin layer of dust on the ground of all the furnishings inside.

"This shows that my previous judgment was indeed correct." Kong Zhiming turned around and closed the door.

"Is the house still in your eldest brother's name?" Xiao Ling stretched out his hand and fanned his nose, no one took care of it for a long time, and the room had begun to be filled with a trace of mildew.

"Yes, he lived with Hu Ling after he got along, it is said that he wanted to transfer the house to Hu Ling, but Hu Ling didn't ask for it."

The two began to look around the room.

"This also shows from the other side that when he found Kong Zhiqiang, Hu Ling was indeed prepared!" Xiao Ling picked up a cup on the coffee table and looked at it carefully.

"It's a pity that we can't even find her shadow!" Kong Zhiming tore open the drawer of the TV cabinet.

"Even Aunt Zhou doesn't know where she lives, and everyone else doesn't know." Xiao Ling sighed and put the cup back down.

"Whatever it is, even if you turn this place upside down today, you still have to smell a little bit of it." Kong Zhiming snorted.

"You've always been prescient, and you shouldn't be disappointed." Xiao Ling laughed.

More than two hours passed, and the two still found nothing.

"Now there is only a bedroom left, or will there be a Taishang Laojun who is as anxious as the law?"

At the door of the bedroom on the second floor, Xiao Ling squinted at Kong Zhiming.

"Like a yarn, I never believed in these things!" Kong Zhiming rolled his eyes and walked into the bedroom first.

The bedroom was large, with a large double bed and a few leather stools next to it, and the bedside tables and lamps were all in a golden color, which was extremely luxurious, but there was nothing beautiful about it.

The space on the back side is completely covered by a wardrobe, and the last corner of the wardrobe is the dresser.

The mattress was neatly arranged, and it didn't feel like anyone had ever lived in it, like a huge, cold rock, lifeless.

"Your eldest brother is not ordinarily rich, I can't earn back the things here for a few years." Xiao Ling said with a smile.

"I haven't read a book, so that's not it." Kong Zhiming didn't care, and walked straight towards the wardrobe. "You check the bed and under the bed to see if there's anything of value, I'll take care of the wardrobe!"

Xiao Ling uncovered the quilt almost little by little, and unlike the dog-blood film and television dramas, there was nothing under the bedding, and it was so clean that it was as if no one had lived in it.

There is no under the pillows, not under the bedside table, and no under the bed.

"Can I smoke here?" Xiao Ling was a little discouraged and walked to the window.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window is a small balcony with pots of dead flowers and plants outside.

"Go to the balcony and smoke it, if it catches fire, it will be troublesome." Kong Zhiming didn't look back, he was checking the things in the wardrobe one by one, even the bags of clothes, he had to reach out and touch and pinch them.

Xiao Ling pushed open the glass door, bored and walked to the balcony to light a cigarette.

It was already very boring to follow Kong Zhiming to do this kind of thing, and after taking a puff, Xiao Ling remembered that he hadn't brought out the ashtray at the head of the bed, and wanted to go back to get it, but after glancing at a few flower pots on the balcony, he dispelled this idea: it would be easier to knock on the flower pot directly - anyway, the plants in it had already withered!

Five minutes later, the cigarette was almost finished, and Kong Zhiming in the room was still tossing, Xiao Ling sighed, and put the cigarette butt into the flower pot, ready to wipe it out.

After poking two or three times into the flower pot, inadvertently, Xiao Ling suddenly found a word in the flower pot.

Of course, there will be no words in the pots, just tiny mud and dead plant remains.

The word Xiao Ling saw was actually on a piece of broken porcelain, the broken porcelain piece was only half the size of a fingernail of the little finger, and the word was transferred to it, which was a '殳' word!

Xiao Ling twisted it very carefully, and found that this thing should be part of a round porcelain piece, he remembered very well, in the past, he had a senior in Jingdezhen who once gave Zhao Rui a gadget with Zhao Rui's name, which was a kind of souvenir. Could it be that this thing is also one of those things?

But Xiao Ling really couldn't see anything about this kind of thing, so after looking at it for a while, he was ready to throw it into the basin.

At this moment, Kong Zhiming in the room suddenly shouted: I finally found it!

Xiao Ling was taken aback, and hurriedly turned his head to look, but saw Kong Zhiming holding a doll villain in his hand.

"Thirteen Shao, this should be Hu Ling's thing." Kong Zhiming raised his hand towards Xiao Ling.

Without thinking too much, Xiao Ling threw the things in his hand and immediately entered the house, but saw that Kong Zhiming didn't look at him again, but looked at the doll in a trance.

"What's wrong?"

"See for yourself." Kong Zhiming sighed and handed the doll to Xiao Ling. "Rummaged out in the pocket of a piece of clothing."

The doll is not big, only half the size of a fist, it is a man, dressed in the official costume of the ancient groom, judging from its appearance, its owner rarely plays with this thing after taking it back, and it looks very new.

After Xiao Ling took it, he listened to Kong Zhiming say: "Look at its back." ”

According to the words, Xiao Ling turned the doll over, and there were four small words embroidered on its back: Love is like a rock! The characters are embroidered with golden silk threads, which are extremely conspicuous against the background of the bright red clothes.

"Look at the little piece of paper hanging from its lap." Kong Zhiming said again.

Look again, sure enough, there is indeed a piece of thumb-sized paper hanging on the left leg of the doll, and there are two columns of small characters on the paper, four in each column: the heart has a soul, and the love is like a rock!

"This thing should be a pair, it is estimated that it was made by Hu Ling!" Kong Zhiming said slowly.

"Well, another female doll should be in the hands of a man, and, judging from these eight words, the back of that female doll must have 'Heart and Soul' written on it!" As he spoke, Xiao Ling's brows furrowed.

"It seems that this man must be the one hiding behind Hu Ling!" Kong Zhiming's brows also wrinkled.

"Could it be that this man has a 'stone' in his name?" Xiao Ling reached out and picked his forehead.

"It is very likely that there is a 'spirit' in the heart, there is no 'spirit' word for Hu Ling, since it is a pair, it is still custom-made, and these four words must also contain a person's name." Kong Zhiming nodded.

"It's easier said than done to find someone by name!" Xiao Ling sighed and said: "If this person is registered in this city or has a registration in this city, we can go to Team Qiao for help, but if not, what is the difference between it and looking for a needle in a haystack!" ”

"There's another way that might work!" Kong Zhiming hugged his chest with one hand, touched his chin with the other, and said with a wry smile: "It's better than doing nothing!" ”

"What's the solution?"

"If you can find a customizer, you might be able to find some information."

"If this thing is customized by Hu Ling alone, even if he can find it, what can he do?" Xiao Ling glanced at Kong Zhiming.

"Then it's a two-pronged approach, I don't believe it can't be found!" Kong Zhiming suddenly sneered.