Looking at this card that fell to the ground and had a bewitching and cool image of a beautiful woman on it, Shen Jiming's sorrow instantly dissipated, and he suddenly had a desire to die.

When he was in the criminal police team, Xu Zhan took it out and dialed it and confirmed that it was a hotel dating number, he remembered that he didn't seem to bring it back, could it be that Xu Zhan stuffed it into his pocket again?

And only this explanation seems to hold.

Later, when he went home, maybe the card fell on the ground or on the bed, and then after he left, he was found by Xia Wenwen, so he picked it up and sandwiched it in the checklist, because Shen Jiming clearly remembered that he definitely didn't put this card in it, and he wouldn't do such a bad thing.

From this point of view, Xia Wenwen's hatred may be for a reason.

And the feelings in this are very complicated!

More than ten minutes later, Shen Jiming went downstairs with a big bag with a depressed face.

It contained things that he had previously thought he was going to discard when he was going to die, but now he felt that he could continue to use them since he was alive and well.

Most of them were books, clothes, shoes, hats, etc., and of course he brought the brand new teacup and the bag of jasmine tea.

Throwing all these messy things into the van, Shen Jiming found the doorman and asked, only to know that Xia Wenwen had moved away, but he didn't know where he had moved there.

It seems that this relationship is really going to end without a problem.

Although Shen Jiming was unwilling, he was still helpless, the so-called creation made people, it seems that this is it.

But he still didn't give up, left his phone to the doorman, and gave him another hundred yuan, asking him to give her his phone if he saw Xia Wenwen coming back, and he asked the doorman to help him inquire about Xia Wenwen's original landlord's phone number, and he must notify him if he has the result.

The doorman naturally agreed to this matter.

Next, Shen Jiming drove to the supermarket where Xia Wenwen used to work to inquire, and the news he got made him unhappy, Xia Wenwen resigned almost a month ago, and he didn't know where he went, and the phone he left before couldn't get through.

This time, Shen Jiming is completely dead.

Two things in a row hit Shen Jiming very hard, he drove the car back to the small courtyard outside the city in a huff, and then closed the door for three consecutive days, until eleven o'clock in the evening of the fifteenth month of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, and then drove the van off.

It's a cloudy day and it's raining lightly.

When passing by Huangcheng Street, I found that the lights were still brilliant, and the street was still full of people, but compared to the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was still a lot more deserted, and there was no such bustling and noisy scene.

There is no address of 50 Huangcheng Street or Silver Moon Club on the mobile phone navigation.

Huangcheng Street, on the other hand, is a pedestrian street and is closed to motor vehicles.

Therefore, Shen Jiming could only go around the street according to his approximate memory, but he didn't find a road to the Shuxiang Teahouse.

Just when he was driving around the Huangcheng Street like a headless fly, and seeing that twelve o'clock was about to arrive, he suddenly saw a black Phaeton turning into the door of a hotel in front, and the license plate number made him slightly familiar, as if he had seen it in the parking lot of Shuxiang Tea House last time, so he did not hesitate to follow behind and drive in, but was immediately stopped by two security guards in black suits at the door.

"Sir, please show your access card!" said a security guard politely after saluting.

Shen Jiming took out the black invitation card and handed it out and said, "I'll go to Shuxiang Teahouse!"

The security guard shone a flashlight, and then quickly stepped aside and said, "Please go down to the second floor of the underground parking lot, and then go to the left!"

Shen Jiming nodded and put away the invitation card, rushed into the hotel gate with one foot on the accelerator, and then looked at the taillights of the Phaeton in front of him and followed.

Following Phaeton, down to the negative second floor, after a big circle inside, Phaeton drove into an independent garage with a roller shutter door open and disappeared, Shen Jiming also quickly followed, and came out after a spiraling upward passage, and sure enough, he saw a road, and about a hundred meters in front of him, he saw an antique two-story wooden building, which was the Shuxiang Tea House.

At this time, the Phaeton in front had already driven into the courtyard of the Shuxiang Teahouse, and Shen Jiming felt that this place was really hidden enough, and at the same time, he slowly drove the car into the parking lot of the Shuxiang Teahouse, and at this time, the Phaeton in front had been parked, and a tall and thin man with a hat carried a big bag down, and when he walked into the door of the teahouse, he glanced back at the van that had been following him.

At this time, another car drove in behind, Shen Jiming looked through the rearview mirror, then turned off the engine and took his backpack and closed the door and got out of the car.

The lights in the courtyard were still dim, two red lanterns hung at the door of the tea house, and a sign on the ground said that it was closed.

Shen Jiming walked in, but was stopped by two big men in suits, and was only released after showing the invitation card.

Bypassing the small courtyard, walking into the small house last time, and going down the ancient staircase with twists and turns, Shen Jiming soon reappeared in the ancient hall underground.

It looks similar to the situation last time, but the number of people is much smaller, a total of thirty-four people, most of whom have already set up stalls, and there are still seven or eight people like Shen Jiming, who seem to have come to buy things, and have begun to squat in front of the stalls to select items like visiting the antique market.

Shen Jiming looked around, but he didn't see the thin monkey last time, not even the Taoist priest, and the shirtless man who sold him the magic flower pot was nowhere to be seen, but the woman who sold the magic water was still there, still wearing a face towel in a bun, wearing a tight robe, kneeling on the ground, and her figure looked bumpy.

Because of the experience of the last time, and the extra 2,000 star coins in his hand, Shen Jiming's confidence was much thicker, so he first walked around it with his backpack on his back.

There are more than thirty stalls, almost all of them are people who appeared last time, but there are also a few unfamiliar faces among them, of course, Shen Jiming should look even more unfamiliar, so when passing by, these people couldn't help but look up at this new young man from the underground exchange, and one of them even smiled at him very friendly, which suddenly made Shen Jiming have a very amazing feeling.

So Shen Jiming squatted down directly in front of this stall.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his forties, neither fat nor thin, wearing a dark woolen suit, his hair was neatly combed, his beard was cleanly shaved, and his complexion was fair.

"Little brother, new here?" said the middle-aged man with a smile on his face.

Shen Jiming nodded, and then looked at something on a tablecloth.