When everyone entered the yard, they saw a motorcycle, which should be the "big shark" mentioned by Boss Tang. In the nineties of the twentieth century, it should be a very enviable thing to ride such a motorcycle.

Since the motorcycle is at home, then Chen Hongmei's man Da Mao should also be at home.

Chen Hongmei moved a folding chair from the corner of the wall, put it away, and sat down.

"Chen Hongmei, what about your lover?" Ouyang Ping asked.

"He-he's out." Chen Hongmei said. She crossed her legs, clasped her hands together, hugged the knee of her right leg, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

"Is he coming back tonight?"

"It's going to be late."

"What's your lover's name?"

"It's called Mao Dawei."

"What does he do?"

"He doesn't have a formal job."

"Chen Hongmei, have you ever lived at No. 157 Impermanence Lane?"

"Lived - lived, but I only lived for a little over a month before I moved out."

"How long were you going to stay?"

"I was going to stay for three or four months."

"Why did you move out halfway through?"

"I heard that the Che family's house was not clean, and I was originally timid, sleeping at night, always having nightmares, and sometimes waking up in the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep again. Later, when I found a place, I moved out. ”

"After you moved into No. 157, did a man in his fifties often come to No. 157 to look for you?" Ouyang Ping finally asked the key point.

As soon as Ouyang Ping's question was raised, Chen Hongmei's cheeks, which were still white and red, immediately covered with a layer of gray.

The air inside the hall immediately became heavy. The pace and speed of Chen Hongmei's answers to questions slowed down significantly. Chen Hongmei hadn't thought of her lines for a while.

"Chen Hongmei, what is Captain Ouyang asking you?" Director Gu said.

"Director Gu is not in a hurry, a man in his fifties? It's been so long, so you'll have to let me think about it! Chen Hongmei snorted.

Chen Hongmei was obviously thinking about how to answer Ouyang Ping's question. It doesn't seem like there's anything to think about.

"A man in his fifties? I really don't know how to answer you, can you tell this person's name? Chen Hongmei didn't use her brains in vain, and her answer was obviously well thought out.

This should be backward thinking. The comrades did not know what this person's surname was, so they came to find Chen Hongmei.

Now it was Ouyang Ping's turn to speak.

"There are a lot of people who come into contact with me, and we are not monks and Taoists in the mountains, we have colleagues, relatives, friends, and acquaintances. If you could tell me what this man's name is, I might be able to remember. ”

"How long have you lived at 157?"

"About two months!"

The truth is more than a month.

"In the past two months, to be precise, when you first moved into No. 157, someone saw a man in his fifties coming in and out of No. 157, and he came in and out more often."

"Director Gu, don't they suspect that I have something to do with the case of No. 157?"

"Case No. 157, have you heard about it?"

"No. 157 is next to our material company, and this afternoon, when you were surveying the site, the people from our warehouse went to see it."

"We have to investigate all the tenants who have stayed at No. 157, and it is the responsibility of each tenant to cooperate and assist in our investigation."

"I understand that."