Liu Laosi continued: "But you can ask Jian Huaizhong, that Wang Hongbao rented his storefront room to open a furniture store." ”

Although there is a big gap between Wang Hongbao's height and the deceased's height, Ouyang Ping and Guo Lao still decided to investigate, the key is that there are no other clues in the comrades' hands for the time being, and if the comrades have other clues in their hands, they will not waste time on Wang Hongbao -- at least not for the time being.

After bidding farewell to Liu Laosi and Lai Guocai, Ouyang Ping and his entourage crossed the river to the thirteenth battalion.

After walking for more than ten minutes, everyone stepped on a stone road - an uneven stone road, if you don't look at anything else, just look at the stone road under your feet, you know that the 13th Battalion is a history. A place with a story.

On both sides of the stone road are shops, and the inside of the shops is lit up.

Along the stone road to the east, Director Ma suddenly stopped: "This is Ma Po Po Nunnery." Director Ma pointed to a high yellow wall.

After walking a section of about 100 meters of high wall, a recessed red lacquer gate appeared in front of you, and the lintel of the gate was written with the four characters of "Ma Po Nunnery".

Jian Huaizhong's house is about seven or eight hundred meters east of Ma Po Nunnery, which is the T-shaped street entrance of the 13th camp, with four façade rooms, facing the 13th camp street.

Director Ma stood at the corner of the street, facing east: "This is the façade room of Jian Huaizhong's house." ”

Ouyang Ping looked up, and there was a flat hanging on the door, and five Wei inscriptions were carved in the middle of the flat: "Chunfeng Clothing Store".

To the south of the clothing store there is an alley with a telephone pole at the entrance of the alley and a light on top of the pole. The courtyard gate of Jian Huaizhong's house is in this alley.

There are two houses in the middle of the house, the first row faces the street, and there is a yard between the first and second rows. Since Jian Huaizhong transformed the first row of houses into façade houses for rent, he opened a door on the south side of the courtyard and changed to enter and exit through the alley.

The door of the courtyard was opened by a thirty-five-year-old woman, Director Ma knew her, she was Shen Qiaoli, the daughter-in-law in Jane's arms.

"Director Ma, please come in."

"Who?" An old hoarse voice came from inside the courtyard.

"Dad, it's Director Ma."

Director Ma walked into the courtyard gate and saw an old man about sixty years old coming out of a room: "Director Ma, is that gust of wind blowing you to me?" Yo, are there still a lot of people here? "I saw Ouyang Ping and his party in my arms." Director Ma, aren't you here for the Moling case? ”

"Uncle Jian, you are right, these comrades from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, this is Captain Ouyang, they want to ask you about something."

"Please come and sit in the house, Qiaoli, and make some cups of tea."

In his arms, Ouyang Ping and his entourage were let into the house.

He lived in two rooms, the outer room was the place for the guests, and the inner room was the place for sleeping.

In the living room, there is an old table of eight immortals, and two old-fashioned chairs are placed on each side of the table of eight immortals.

A boy about ten years old moved two long benches, and he struggled to move them, so Han Lingling stepped forward and took over the bench in the hands of the little guy.

The two sides sat down, Director Ma just wanted to speak, Shen Qiaoli walked into the living room with a purple sand tea tray, and there were ten purple sand tea cups in the tea tray.

Shen Qiaoli put away the purple sand teacup and tea leaves, and a man about forty years old walked in with two hot water bottles, he was Jian Linshan, the son of Jian in Jian's arms.

After pouring the water, the couple was about to exit the living room, but was stopped by Director Ma: "Lin Shan, you husband and wife also stay to talk." ”