Lin Fengyan must have something very important when she came at this time.

Several people strode into No. 157.

Yan Jianhua and Zuo Xiangdong have not yet returned. Everyone can only talk and wait.

"On the National Day in 1989, Chen Tianjiao came back to visit her relatives once." Lin Fengyan panted.

Mr. and Mrs. Ma rented No. 157 from September to November 1989, and Chen Tianjiao came back to visit relatives on National Day. Is this a coincidence?

Chen Tianjiao came back and only stayed at home for one night, and left the next morning, she said that she was passing through Jingnan City, and stopped by to see her brother, sister-in-law and nephew, and when she left, she also gave her nephew a thousand yuan. That's all I know. ”

"Did Chen Tianjiao come back alone?"

"It's a person."

"Has the accent of her speech changed?"

"I asked, Chen Tianjiao didn't talk much, and her accent didn't change much."

No matter where a person goes, his accent will change somewhat, but the local accent will not change.

"How's she dressing?"

"Very stylish. When she came back, she also brought a cheongsam to her sister-in-law Lan Renyuan. ”

Master Zhao once mentioned a cheongsam, which came from Shanghai's time-honored clothing store "Hongxiangyuan".

"Have you seen that cheongsam?"

Women naturally like fashionable clothes, not to mention that Lin Fengyan runs a clothing store.

"I saw that it was the clothes made by Shanghai's 'Hongxiangyuan' - as long as it was Shanghai's clothes, I had to take a few more looks, and Shanghai's clothes were easier to sell."

This is even more coincidental.

Han Lingling stood up and walked to the door of the living room, the courtyard door rang, and Yan Jianhua and Zuo Xiangdong rushed into the courtyard.

Yan Jianhua and Zuo Xiangdong came at the right time.

Zuo Xiangdong took out a photocopied mock portrait from his purse, took out one and handed it to Ouyang Ping—this was a mock portrait of a woman.

Ouyang Ping unfolded the simulated portrait and laid it flat on the coffee table: "Lin Fengyan, look at this simulated portrait." ”

Lin Fengyan looked at it carefully for a while, and then said: "It's very similar to Chen Tianjiao's face, but I don't dare to say that she is Chen Tianjiao, otherwise it's like this!" I'll take you to Lan Renyuan's house, and she should be able to recognize you. If you want to go, you have to go now, that Chen Tianshuo is a ghost, and he can't tell when or where he will come out. ”

Ouyang Ping stood up: "Let's go, it's hard for you to accompany us on a trip." ”

In addition to asking Lan Renyuan to identify the simulated photo, Ouyang Ping also wanted to see the very special cheongsam.

The group walked out of "Impermanence Lane", turned left to the east, walked out of the East Street entrance of Zhonghe Street, and then went all the way to the southeast.

About half an hour, Lin Fengyan walked into a door, and inside the door was a large courtyard, and there were many families living in the courtyard. A winding path stretches into the depths of the yard.

After a while, Lin Fengyan stopped in front of a house.

The door was open, and Lin Fengyan gently pushed it open.

Inside the door was a small courtyard, and a woman of about forty years old was sitting on a small bench doing laundry.

"Sister, did you leave something behind? They are—" Lan Renyuan saw Ouyang Ping and Liu Dayu standing behind Lin Fengyan.

"They are from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and they are investigating the case of "Impermanence Alley" and want to know a little bit about the situation. ”

"The case of 'Impermanence Alley'? Isn't it related to Tianjiao? After you left, I came to my senses, for no reason, you came all the way to inquire about Tianjiao. ”

"Let the comrades come in and sit down!"

"Oh, please come in—please come in and sit."