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"A group of two, meet here at two o'clock in the afternoon." Zhou Ye led people to start a sweeping search of the old lady who scavenged.

Then everyone started to form a team. Zheng Ke and Xiao Qian joined the team in the same year. The relationship between the two has always been very good, so they naturally formed a team.

Bai Xudong appointed a trainee police officer, who was also responsible for teaching in addition to searching.

The others also formed their own pairs.

"Fan Yao, we are a team, I don't dislike your eye shadow," a police officer said to Fan Yao, "I don't mind being treated as your kind."

"I have a team, I won't be with you," Fan Yao turned her head to look in Rong Zhao's direction, and mustered up the courage to step forward, "Brother Rong."

"Rong Rong is with me," Zhou Ye interrupted Fan Yao, looking at the blue-purple eyeshadow she was wearing today, "You go with Xiao Lin, he doesn't dislike your eyeshadow anymore, what else do you want. "

Fan Yao took out a makeup remover tissue from her pocket, wiped her eye makeup, and left sadly.

Rong Zhao looked up at Zhou Ye, and said truthfully, "I don't want to be with you."

"You have no right to disobey the leader's order," Zhou Ye said, pointing in a direction, "Go there, go along Changle Road, and there is a small garbage dump ahead."

Rong Zhao had no choice but to follow up when the official rank crushed someone to death.

Today's weather is very hot, nearly forty degrees, even at nine o'clock in the morning, it is still a bit scorching.

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao. He was dressed in black, his skin looked whiter in the sun, and he had a soft light filter.

Zhou Ye raised his eyebrows: "Rongrong, you can't even get a tan. Did you secretly put on sunscreen behind my back?"

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye indifferently, being selectively deaf, and ignored him.

Until Zhou Ye thought about his words and repeated: "Rong Zhao, you can't even get a tan. Did you secretly put on sunscreen behind my back?"

Only then did Rong Zhao say calmly, "No paint."

"Oh," Zhou Ye stared at Rong Zhao's face, "Then what brand of skin care lotion do you use? Why is your skin so good, white and bright?"

Rong Zhao replied patiently, "No need."

Zhou Ye opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but was silenced by Rong Zhao's glance.

Zhou Ye is a slut, the kind that everyone hits: "Tsk, cold-blooded boy Xiao Rongrong, you can't afford to provoke him."

Rong Zhao has never seen such a talkative yet so owed person.He quickened his pace, not intending to walk side by side with Zhou Ye, and took a photo of an old lady picking up waste to an aunt who was passing by to buy vegetables.

Zhou Ye was not idle either. He carefully sorted out the clues reported by the grassroots police. The old lady was not a particularly mysterious person. Some citizens claimed to have seen her and had a little impression of her, but they didn't know where she was now.

The old lady has no fixed residence and often moves every few months. Her accent sounds like a local, but she has no family or friends.

Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye went straight along Changle Road, asking all the passers-by, local residents and cleaners were the main points of inquiry, but they still found nothing.

The sun was getting hotter and hotter, Rong Zhao raised his hand to wipe off his sweat, stood under the shade of a tree and fanned himself with a picture of the old lady, because of the lack of water, his lips were a bit dry and very uncomfortable.

Zhou Ye bought a bottle of mineral water with the only two yuan he had left, walked towards Rong Zhao while unscrewing it, and handed the bottle over, "Here."

"Thank you," Rong Zhao looked down at the unscrewed lid, not sure if the other party had already drunk it, so he didn't answer it, "I'm not thirsty."

Zhou Ye already knew Rong Zhao's character very well, and he could see his thoughts at a glance: "I haven't drunk it."

Rong Zhao still didn't answer, glanced at Zhou Ye and said, "I'm not thirsty, you can drink."

After speaking, he licked his dry lips, stepped out of the shade and continued to search for clues.

"Okay, I despise Lao Tzu again." Zhou Ye raised his head, gulped down most of the bottle, and turned his head to find that Rong Zhaoren was gone.

But in four or five seconds, if it wasn't for deliberately avoiding it, the other party couldn't have disappeared so completely under his nose.

Zhou Ye looked around, took out his mobile phone and called Rong Zhao.

Rong Zhao connected: "I'm going to the bathroom, you don't have to wait for me, I'll find you later." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

"No," Zhou Ye said into the phone, "The police are not allowed to act alone when handling cases. Your report card in the police academy is so beautiful, so you must know about it."

"I know," Rong Zhao said, "I just went to the bathroom."

He paused for a moment, then continued: "Still, Captain Zhou doesn't trust me, so he has to follow like a prisoner."

"Young man, don't be so hostile. Think in the bright side of things. How can this be called guarding prisoners? Just treat me like that," Zhou Ye thought for a moment, then continued, "Bodyguard."

He is really the most humble and sad leader in the world, all because of his irritable personality and good looks.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ye opened a monitoring and location app that Wang Xiaoming installed for him, and found the tracking target named Rong Rong.

Rong Zhao took off the monitoring device the size of a grain of rice stuck to the back of the T-shirt, turned around and threw it into the trash can.

No surveillance could catch him, this is not a joke.

Rong Zhao is very familiar with the streets and maps in this area. Behind Changle Road is Shilian Road. He himself lives in an urban village on Shilian Road.

He knows where recyclables are most likely to be generated and most likely to attract waste pickers.

Behind the snack street is a narrow alley, only one meter wide, where there are several fixed large trash cans for small restaurant trash.

Catering shop owners will collect most of the old bottles and sell them to waste collectors, and some sporadic ones will be thrown away together with kitchen waste.

When the weather is hot, all kinds of rotten smells float out of the trash can, piercing people's nostrils, making people want to turn around and leave.

In addition to scavengers, some minors with miserable backgrounds also know this kind of place.

Rong Zhao stepped into the alley, startled a cat hiding in the sun at the entrance of the alley.

He continued to go in, and finally when he was about to reach the end, he saw a beggar looking down at the trash can, with a patched sack at his feet.

"I'm sorry," Rong Zhao took out the photo of the scavenger old lady and handed it forward, "Have you seen this person before?"

"No, I haven't seen it before," the old beggar didn't even look at it, he waved his hand casually, and continued to look down at the trash can.

Rong Zhao was not impatient, and he was not ready to leave. He put away the photos, helped the old beggar, found a soy sauce bottle, bent down and put it in the sack, and said, "This used to sell for [-] cents."

The old beggar looked at Rong Zhao. The young man in front of him was fair and handsome, with a good temperament. He was incompatible with a homeless person like him and the dilapidated environment around him.

Rong Zhao took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," the old beggar suddenly stopped Rong Zhao, "show me that photo just now."

The old beggar has been a vagabond all his life, and he has been blinded all his life. He has an unpleasant smell of garbage all year round.Everyone wanted to hide away when they saw him. This was the first time he was treated with such politeness and respect.

Although there was no smile on the other party's face, and even a little cold, he still felt enough respect.

"I know her," the old beggar said after finishing reading, picking up the sack on the ground, closing his mouth, and putting it behind his back, "Ms. Li, I used to be in the south of the city, but I just came back here a few days ago. I saw her on Shilian Road yesterday."

After the old beggar finished speaking, he left with his sack on his back. Not far from the alley, he met two people asking questions with photos. He waved his hands impatiently and left without saying a word.

Rong Zhao came out from the alley, took out his mobile phone to check the time, and prepared to turn two turns to Shilian Road.

"Handsome guy." Suddenly, a male voice with a hippie smile came over.

Rong Zhao turned his head and saw a man in a printed shirt. He had a five-centimeter-long scar on his left cheek and was wearing a big gold chain. His face was not friendly.

"I want to ask for directions. My friend sent me a cell phone location, but I can't find it. Please help me find it."

While talking, the man held his mobile phone and moved towards Rong Zhao in a hurry.

Rong Zhao glanced at the floral shirt, frowned and took a step back, turning around to leave.

Flower Shirt would not let him go, he raised his hand to grab Rong Zhao's arm, and teased, "Don't go, beauty."

Rong Zhao threw the flowered shirt onto the electric pole beside him with his backhand, his eyes were extremely cold: "Don't mess with me."

It was the first time that the flower shirt saw such a good-looking man, and he couldn't bear to let go of the fat in his mouth. He cracked his fingers, tilted his neck, and smiled: "So fierce, with personality."

As soon as the words were finished, I saw five or six people turning in from the side road, some with dyed hair and tattoos, all dressed in the same pattern as the patterned shirts.

Rong Zhao's police officer ID has not yet been produced, and he verbally warned: "I am a policeman."

"Then I'm still the captain of the police," Hua Shirt said. He had seen too many police officers, and the police would show their ID cards first.He stepped forward and smiled: "Why, want to play uniform temptation?"

Others started booing.Passers-by on the side of the road only saw a group of men talking, and couldn't tell that this was a scene of sexual harassment. They thought the group of people were going to fight, so they all walked around the road.

With a "bang", no one saw when Rong Zhao made the move, and when he looked over again, the floral shirt had been knocked to the ground, and two bright red bloodstains flowed from his nostrils.

Rong Zhao glanced coldly at the ground, with contempt and disgust in his eyes: "Say it, don't mess with me." He still has a lot of things to do, and he doesn't want to waste time on this kind of scum.

Hua Shirt struggled to get up from the ground, touched the blood under his nose, spat out half a tooth mixed with blood from his mouth, pointed at Rong Zhao, his eyes were firmly glued to him: "Wait, See if I don’t like you, let’s go together.”

"Looking for death," Zhou Ye saw Rong Zhao beat a man away from a distance, and rushed over with a brisk stride.When I came here, I heard such an unbearable swear word, his voice was colder than Rong Zhao, like an ice knife scraping on a person's bone, "You fucking say what you said just now."

The flowered shirt rushed over first, and with a "bang", Zhou Ye kicked the man away, then turned his head and punched away a young man who was trying to sneak attack.

"How is it?" Zhou Ye stood in front of Rong Zhao, turned his head and said, "Are you all right?"

Rong Zhao nodded: "It's okay." After speaking, he took two steps forward, stood in front of Zhou Ye, and glanced warily at the flowered shirt and the others.

Zhou Ye was dissatisfied with this arrangement, so he followed and walked three steps forward, becoming himself in front, blocking Rong Zhao behind, turning his head and saying seriously: "I am the leader, so I should be in front."

The author has something to say: Zhou Ye: I am on top.

Rong Zhao: I am the one above.

Zhou Ye: Alright baby, as long as you are happy.