President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

At this moment, Zhou was standing in front of the warehouse, his face full of tears.

Because, the warehouse was burned to the ground, and there was nothing left in it!

Under the strong and pungent burnt smell, Zhou Zheng stood stupidly like a sculpture.

The policeman in charge of cleaning up the scene couldn't stand it any longer, stepped forward and patted Zhou Zheng on the shoulder, "Let's go quickly, there are a lot of electronic products inside, and the combustion is not enough now, and I don't know when the second explosion will happen. It’s bad time to hurt you.”

Zhou Zheng hugged the policeman's arm tightly with his backhand, as if he had found a life-saving straw, "Is everything in it gone? Did you salvage any old mobile phones?"

Even an old phone or two is fine!

The policeman shook his head, "I understand your sadness, but it's true that nothing was rescued."

Strictly speaking, by the time they arrived, there was nothing left of the warehouse.

Kumbu's background is very complicated, and his interpersonal relationship is even more chaotic.

A warehouse like this exploded, obviously someone who cooperated with him put something that shouldn't be put in it, worried that it would be confessed by Kumbu, but it was too late to come and clean up the evidence, so he just set fire to everything burnt.

Straight away!

The other party came here with the intention of destroying the evidence, so how could they leave anything behind?

Thinking about it, the policeman looked at Zhou Zheng again, "So what kind of phone are you looking for? Is there important information in it?"

"No," Zhou Zheng shook his head, "I was also entrusted by someone. There is an old mobile phone five years ago piled up in this warehouse. The parts have been discontinued. Only he has it here. We want to dismantle it and repair the old mobile phone."

While talking, Zhou Zheng took out his mobile phone and showed it to the police.

The police have confiscated so many stolen goods from thieves, how many of the same model may they come across?

"This model!" The policeman was really impressed, "It was very popular back then, and I even bought one for my wife, but it has been phased out a long time ago, and should be kept at home. If you need it, I will go back and find it for you. try to find."

Although there was only one, at least it gave Zhou Zheng hope.

Nodding hurriedly, "Okay, okay, as long as you can find it, you can make a price whatever you want!"

The policeman waved his hand, "Why do you ask for a price? If you want, I'll just give it to you. It's already eliminated, so it's useless to stay at home. You can leave me your contact information, and I will call you when I find it."

Zhou Zheng hurriedly found his business card from his coat pocket, handed it to the policeman with both hands, "Please!"

The policeman took the business card and was immediately in awe, "You are Huo Ye's assistant, oops, I was really disrespectful just now."

"Uncle policeman, you are serious." Zhou Zheng waved his hand, "I hope you can help, it would be even better if you can find a few more old phones of this model."

The policeman nodded again and again, "No problem, no problem. I remember that several colleagues bought this mobile phone at that time. I will ask them and ask them to find it for you."

"Okay, thank you very much!" Zhou Zheng nodded, then turned and left.

He left the warehouse in the slum area and reported the matter to Huo Hangzhi.

"Master Huo, I don't know how many nasty things are hidden behind that person, but don't worry, the two things of hurting Miss Qin and assassinating you are enough to sentence him to death!"

Huo Hangzhi nodded, but his deep eyes were full of inquiry.

After a long while, she slowly parted her thin lips, "Compared with this, I'm more curious about why you went to that warehouse, who told you to go, Qin Su?"