Siheyuan: Sending Shazhu into the call center, Yi Gu is useless

Rufeng replied with a short thank you and put the phone back in his pocket. Although he felt somewhat calm, he still felt uneasy about his future plans. He knew that in the face of such a complicated situation, personal efforts alone would not be enough. He needed to use all available resources to find the robber and solve the problem as soon as possible.

He stood up, walked to the study, and began to sort out some information. He looked through his records of the robbery, hoping to find more clues. He recalled the robber's appearance and tried to sort out all the details. He knew that every detail could be the key to help him find clues better.

"The black windbreaker he's wearing, and that tattoo...it might be a dragon," Ru Feng said to himself, "Although these details may seem insignificant, they may be able to help me."

As he was thinking, he felt his head getting heavier and heavier. He knew that anxiety and restlessness would not help him solve the problem, and he had to stay calm. So he decided to take a rest and wait for the next day's arrangements. He lay on the bed and tried to relax, but the tension in his heart still could not be completely dissipated.

The silence of the night seemed to amplify his thoughts. Whenever he closed his eyes, the face of the robber and the pair of shoes he had lost would always appear in his mind. He was filled with helplessness and confusion, as if the whole world was against him.

The next morning, Ru Feng got up early and tried to keep himself awake. He sorted out his clothes and prepared to meet Qin Huairu's friends. He knew that today's meeting might bring new breakthroughs, or it might just be a new starting point. In any case, he had to go all out.

When he arrived at the agreed location, he saw Qin Huairu's friend was already waiting there. He felt a little uneasy, but at the same time full of expectations. The help of this professional might bring new progress to the case.

"Rufeng, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Qin Huairu's friend walked towards him with a very friendly attitude. "I'm Li Ming, very happy to meet you. I've learned about your situation, and we can start a discussion."

Ru Feng nodded, feeling a little relieved. He knew that his efforts were finally recognized, and now he needed to try his best to provide all the clues to Li Ming and cooperate with his work.

"Thank you for your help, Li Ming. I hope we can find the robber as soon as possible." Ru Feng said, with a hint of anticipation and nervousness in his tone.

Li Ming nodded seriously. "Of course, we will deal with this issue as soon as possible. All the information you can provide is very important. We will use all our resources to help you."

The two began to discuss the details of the case in detail, and Rufeng tried his best to explain all the details he could remember. Li Ming listened carefully, took notes, and asked questions from time to time to ensure that he could get accurate information.

During this meeting, Rufeng felt an unprecedented clarity. He knew that although things were still complicated, he was moving in the right direction. Every detail and every discussion could be the key to cracking the case. He had to remain patient and meticulous and put all his efforts into this investigation.

After the meeting, Rufeng stood on the street corner, feeling more anxious and uneasy. Li Ming's handling of the case gave him a glimmer of hope, but the responsibility and pressure that followed made him feel even heavier. He felt like he was being suffocated by a stone, and despite the new help, the complexity of the matter still made him feel powerless.

As Rufeng walked back to his apartment, the hustle and bustle of the street seemed to have nothing to do with him. The pedestrians around him were busy and fulfilled, but he felt like he was trapped in an isolated bubble. Whenever he thought of the robber, the anger and uneasiness in his heart were like surging waves, constantly beating against his heart.

He walked into the apartment and saw that the clock on the wall had already pointed to the afternoon. The passage of time did not seem to bring any relief, but made his anxiety more obvious. He opened the window, trying to let the fresh air wash away the dullness in his heart, but the tension in his heart still did not ease.

He sat down on the sofa, took out his phone, and checked the message from Li Ming. The message was still full of professional advice and detailed plans, but these words seemed a little cold in Ru Feng's eyes. He felt his mood gradually becoming heavy, as if all his expectations were being shattered by reality bit by bit.

Suddenly, the phone rang. It was a message from Qin Huairu: "Rufeng, Li Ming has begun investigating. We will update the progress as soon as possible. If you have any new information or need help, please feel free to let me know."

Seeing this news, Rufeng felt not much relief, but a little guilty. He didn't want to put extra pressure on his friends because of his problems. He knew he had done his best, but the self-blame in his heart made him feel even more tormented. He began to think about whether there was anything else he could do to better cooperate with the investigation.

He sat at the table in the study, picked up a pen, and began to organize the information in his hands. Every time he reviewed the details, he felt uneasy. He tried to write down all possible clues, hoping that these records would be helpful to Li Ming's investigation. But every time he thought of his experience and the anger in his heart, his mood became heavier.

At this time, the doorbell rang. Ru Feng opened the door and saw the courier handed over a package. He took the package and saw the shoe store label on it, which made him a little confused. He opened the package and found a pair of brand new shoes. There was also a small note in the shoe box, which read: "We are deeply sorry for the inconvenience before. We prepared this pair of shoes for you and hope it can make up for your loss."

Ru Feng was stunned. Looking at the shoes, he felt a complicated emotion in his heart. His anger and anxiety seemed to be suppressed by the shoes at this moment. He did not put on the shoes immediately, but put them on the table, thinking more.

"Is this a comfort to me, or a cold business tactic?" he whispered to himself. His mood seemed even more conflicted, not knowing whether this pair of shoes could really bring him comfort, or was just a superficial compensation.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to keep the shoes as part of his investigation.