Liu Dayu called a car, Danfeng West Street is in Hexi, the road is relatively far.

Half an hour later, a car stopped at the intersection of Qixing West Street, driven by Li Wenhua.

The car drove over the Hanzhongmen Bridge and soon turned onto a narrow stone road. Because the streets are narrow, cars can only move slowly. The houses here are very dense, the population is also very dense, it is past nine o'clock, and there are many people wandering in the streets.

The car came to an intersection and stopped - it was an intersection.

Director Gu jumped out of the car and walked to a cigarette hotel, the owner of the cigarette shop pointed to West Street with his hand, and muttered a few words at the same time.

There was a small square on the south side of the intersection, and Li Wenhua parked his car in the small square.

The six of them walked towards West Street. Ouyang Ping looked at his watch, the time was nine thirty-five, and everyone quickened their pace.

After five or six minutes of westward travel, Director Gu stopped in front of a photo studio. The number on the door number of the photo studio is 370. "Three hundred and seventy" should be in this area. There are several enlarged photos of women in the window of the photo studio, and there is a noodle shop opposite the photo studio, the lights are on, and there are two customers sitting inside, one eating noodles, and the other standing in front of the stove watching the owner put down the noodles.

Director Gu walked into the noodle shop.

"Please come in, how many bowls of noodles will I have, what kind of noodles will I order?" The shopkeeper glanced at the six people out of the corner of his eye.

"Boss, what time do you close?" Ouyang Ping took two steps forward.

"When there is no business, when it closes."

"Give us six bowls of noodles, but not now, let's do things first, and then come back to eat after we finish our errands," Ouyang Ping said as he walked to the price list and looked at it, "Let's get six bowls of shredded pork noodles!" ”

The boss was a man with a keen eye, and he saw the uniforms of his comrades clearly, "Excuse me, what do you want to inquire about?" ”

The boss packs a bowl of noodles and brings it to a table; "Eat slowly, don't burn it. Comrades of the public security, please come and sit here. ”

The boss let the six people sit down at another table.

"What's the boss's last name?"

"Don't get your surname Tang."

"Boss Tang, let's ask you about someone."

"Who are you inquiring about?"

"The woman's name is Chen Hongmei, who works in the warehouse of the material company, and her man's nickname is Da Mao."

"You mentioned Da Mao, and I knew it."

"What do you want to know?"

"Where does his family live?"

"Go forward, there is a big gate a hundred meters away, inside the door is a big yard, go inside, the second courtyard gate on the left is Da Mao's house."

"What's the house number?"

"That- we don't care, so be it! I will lead you there. ”

"Wait a minute, we still want to know something."

"What do you want to ask?"

"What does Da Mao do?"

"Da Mao is idle all day long, and he doesn't do anything for a living. But their days are very nourishing! "Boss Tang has something to say.

Boss Tang's statement is consistent with the statement of Director Tao, Aunt Li, and Xiuqin.

"When did they buy the house here?"

"A year ago - the first half of last year!"

"Do they have children?"

"There's a child, but it's not born to Da Mao's wife - we've heard it's adopted."

"When did you adopt it?"

"When they moved in, there were three people -- little girls looked like they were three or four years old."