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Rong Zhao looked up at the sun that was going west, then turned to look at Zhou Ye and said, "I want to ask for leave."

Zhou Ye stopped in his tracks: "What's the reason?"

"I'm not feeling well," Rong Zhao said, rubbing his stomach lightly, "You can tell, I have a stomach problem."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao: "There is the Second Hospital in front, can I show you the number?"

"No need," Rong Zhao handed Zhou Ye the photo of the granny picking up waste in his hand, while clutching his stomach, "I'll just go home and lie down for a while."

Zhou Ye curled his lips into a smile: "You're not good at acting, Rongrong."

"If you want to learn acting skills, you can learn from me. You don't need money for a ready-made master." Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, "It's okay to grant leave, you first give me a reasonable reason."

Rong Zhao thought for a while, racked his brains, and finally figured it out: "There is something at home."

After thinking about it for a long time, I came up with the worst one.Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao's slightly flushed face, it seemed that letting him beat around the bush made him feel worse than killing him.

According to the character design of the cold-blooded boy, he should put a knife directly on the leader's neck and say fiercely: "If you don't approve it, you will be killed if you don't approve it."

"As for what it is," Rong Zhao thought for a long time, and finally came up with a perfect solution, "It involves personal privacy, so it's inconvenient to say."

Of course Zhou Ye would not approve, their task for today has not been completed, and the old lady who scavenged waste has not been found yet.

At this time, his cell phone rang, and it was Bai Xudong who called: "Captain Zhou, we have news. Someone saw that old lady in Chengzhong Village on Shilian Road last night."

Shilian Road, Rong Zhao lives on Shilian Road, and he is making up all kinds of lame excuses to ask for leave and go home.

Holding the phone, Zhou Ye walked to the side, turned his back to Rong Zhao: "You take someone to rush there first, I'll be right there."

Rong Zhao watched Zhou Ye finish the phone call, walked over and asked, "Is there a clue?"

Zhou Ye played with the mobile phone in his hand, looked at Rong Zhao, and said directly: "Where did you go when you left me in the morning, and what did you find?"

Rong Zhao carefully observed Zhou Ye's expression, guessing that he must have found something, maybe more than he found. After weighing it, he said: "An old beggar said that the old lady might be in the area of ​​Shilian Road. , but I didn’t believe his words, so I didn’t report it.”

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, and suddenly asked, "How tall are you?"

Rong Zhao was stunned for a moment, not knowing why the other party asked such a question, his eyes were a little wary: "1.8 meters."

Zhou Ye said lightly: "I'm 1.8 meters eight, half a head taller than you."

He continued to test on the edge of the opponent's imminent runaway: "Generally, people who say they are 1.8 meters are often only 1.7 meters 1.7, and the maximum is [-] meters [-]."

Rong Zhao gritted his molars: "I'm 1.7 meters nine, thank you!"

"I heard from the elders in the family that people with too many eyes will not grow tall." Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, and his eyes showed a bit of the kindness unique to the elders in the family, "Be honest, where did you meet the old man?" Beggar, how much have you found?"

Rong Zhao pressed his hands that were about to hit someone, and replied, "The alley behind the food street, where clues are easy to find."

"As far as I know, small shops in the food street will collect the leftover beer and beverage bottles from customers and sell them for money. The trash cans over there are full of worthless kitchen waste, dirty and smelly, no one goes there , "Zhou Ye stared into Rong Zhao's eyes, "how did you come up with the idea to go there?"

"Team Zhou, don't forget that in addition to beer and beverage bottles, there are also many bottles of condiments such as soy sauce and vinegar," Rong Zhao said. , There is no time to send them to the old bottle recycling place. These soy sauce and vinegar bottles will be disposed of together as kitchen waste.”

Only those who have experienced it will know.

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao: "How do you know this?"

Rong Zhao turned his head, took two steps back, and buried himself in a shadow: "It was deduced."

"Don't you also say that my police school report card is very beautiful, so this reasoning is not difficult." Rong Zhao took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time, "Can you approve the leave in the afternoon, Team Zhou?"

"I'm afraid not," Zhou Ye said, "The old lady is in the Shilian Road area, and Bai Xudong and the others have already rushed over."

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Shilian Road is a well-known urban village in Central, surrounded by many buildings, only this area is full of low and dilapidated bungalows or small buildings of two or three floors.

Half of the old bluestone road collapsed and was repaired with cement, like an ugly scar.

Even the air here seems dark and damp.

As Zhou Ye walked, he drove away the flying insects with his hands, frowned slightly, and turned to Rong Zhao, "Isn't it possible to apply for a dormitory? Why do you want to live here?"

"When you go back, you send an application email, and I will approve it for you."

The alley was too narrow, and two men with long hands and long feet couldn't walk side by side. Rong Zhao followed behind Zhou Ye and whispered, "No need."

Someone threw half of the watermelon earlier, it was already moldy, mosquitoes and flies were hovering over it, and a rotten smell pierced the nostrils.

Zhou Ye said as he walked, "How much does the house here cost per month?"

Rong Zhao said, "Six hundred."

Zhou Ye thought for a while: "How about this, you give me 600 yuan, and I'll take you to live in a mansion, and you won't have to repeat the same thing every night."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye indifferently: "I heard that you have no fixed place to live, and you don't eat after your last meal."

There is no way to cheat him of money.

Going forward through the alley and entering a place with a fairly wide view, Zhou Ye climbed up to the top of an uninhabited wall, stood on the high place, looked at it, jumped down and said, "How long have you lived here? Have you never seen that old lady before?"

Rong Zhao replied succinctly: "I moved here from the dormitory after graduating from the police academy. It's been less than a month. I haven't seen him."

This village in the city has a large area and complex structure. In addition, the old lady is elusive, and there is no fixed residence. No one was found until the sun went down.

Wang Xiaoming has already switched out all the nearby surveillance cameras. The old lady walked into this area at nine o'clock last night and hasn't been out since.

Fan Yao conspired: "Could it be that the murderer noticed something and gave the old lady..."

Bai Xudong glanced at her: "Impossible, our action plan is strictly kept secret, the murderer cannot know."

Zhou Ye said to Bai Xudong: "Dongzi, you go back to the bureau and go to Wang Xiaoming, and watch the surveillance with him, and report any news immediately."

Surveillance in villages in the city is almost always bad. The environment here is not good, and there are many unstable factors. Fighters and prostitutes gather together. The government installs a few cameras, and they destroy a few.

Monitoring can only be transferred to the periphery.

Before leaving, Bai Xudong asked, "Captain Zhou, are you not leaving?"

Zhou Ye nodded: "Rong Rong is not feeling well, I'll go to his house to see, express condolences, and send him warmth."

Rong Zhao was standing next to him, and when he heard Zhou Ye's words, he glared at him. Due to the other party's status as a leader, he said patiently and kindly, "Thank you, no need, and don't call me Rong Rong."

Zhou Ye raised his hand to touch Rong Zhao's forehead with the back of his hand: "Look, your face is flushed, do you have a fever?"

Rong Zhao slapped Zhou Ye's hand and claws away, he was mad at him.

When the grassroots policemen in the jurisdiction arrived to coordinate the search work, Bai Xudong took them back to the City Bureau.

As the sky gradually darkened, the lights came on one after another, illuminating the dim and dilapidated streets.

Zhou Ye followed Rong Zhao, jumped over a piss hole left by someone's child, and pointed to a fruit shop not far away: "Go and ask your subordinates if you have to buy something, apples, this season's honey Peach is on the market, try it?"

"You actually have a flower shop here." Zhou Ye stopped at the entrance of a flower shop, looked at it and said, "It's 20 yuan a piece, isn't it true?"

The proprietress of the flower shop heard it and smiled to solicit business: "It's cheap and fresh, and it's all new arrivals in the afternoon. Buy a bouquet of flowers for your lover. No woman can refuse the happiness brought by a bouquet of flowers."

No woman can refuse, which means that a man can refuse.

Zhou Ye raised his head and saw that Rong Zhao had walked five or six meters away, his back was very cold, like a cold-blooded killer: "Wait for me, Rong Rong."

Rong Zhao then walked faster, turned a corner and disappeared.

Zhou Ye took out the photo of the scavenger lady and handed it to the owner of the flower shop: "Have you seen this person?"

The proprietress looked at it and nodded: "Yes, Mrs. Li, she always sells second-hand goods as new ones, and sometimes she comes out to set up a street stall, but I haven't seen her for a long time."

Zhou Ye thanked him: "If you see this person, please call the clue number, there is a reward."

The proprietress liked the handsome young police officer in front of her very much. She turned around and took a bouquet of flowers, and said with a smile, "You have worked hard as police officers, and you are still working so late. Here are the flowers for you."

"I went back late because of work, and I didn't have enough time to spend with my lover. Just bring a bouquet of flowers back and coax her."

Zhou Ye, adhering to the work tenet under the guidance of Qi Bureau, not to take a needle from the masses, touched his pocket, and finally realized the fact that he was penniless: "Thank you, no need."

At the insistence of the proprietress, Zhou Ye hugged a bouquet of roses, walked towards the direction where Rong Zhao disappeared, and strode after him.

Seeing Zhou Ye holding a bouquet of flowers, Rong Zhao uttered a philosophy of life: "To condolences to subordinates living in poverty, buying flowers is worse than buying fruit, and buying fruit is worse than buying rice."

Zhou Ye handed the rose in his hand to Rong Zhao's eyes: "It was the proprietress who forced it to me because she saw that I was handsome. Otherwise, why would I buy this thing?"

When he looked up, he saw a shop selling flour, rice, and cooking oil in front of him, and he stuffed the flowers in Rong Zhao's arms: "Just wait."

Zhou Ye came out with a [-]-jin bag of rice and walked towards his subordinates who were waiting to offer condolences not far away.

Rong Zhao was dressed in black, standing under an orange street lamp, his snow-white skin was smudged with a light soft light, his hair was very black, his pupils were also extremely black, and he was looking down at his hand seriously. A bouquet of big red roses.

No one knew what he was thinking, only felt that such a beautiful scene is not often seen in the world.

Zhou Ye stepped forward, and the shadow cast on the ground joined Rong Zhao's.

"The boss said that this is the most authentic Northeast Wuchang rice, and it is the most suitable for condolences to subordinates."

Rong Zhao hummed: "Let's go."

For the sake of this bag of rice, he reluctantly agreed to Zhou Ye's sitting in his room for 5 minutes, no more than 10 minutes at most.

Zhou Ye put the rice bag on the ground: "I'll wait for you here, you go and pay."

Rong Zhao: "..."

Rong Zhao threw the flowers in his hand to Zhou Ye, and paid with a small deposit.

With a bag of rice in his left hand and a bouquet of flowers in his right, Zhou Ye followed Rong Zhao forward: "Can you help me with something?"

He wanted to appreciate the beautiful scenery he had seen by accident just now, passed the rose in his hand forward, and said in a muffled voice, "Take this, it's lighter."

Rong Zhao staggered Zhou Ye's hand, bent down and took the [-]-jin bag of rice from his left hand, glanced at him and said, "I'll take the heavy one."

Zhou Ye didn't know what to say, so he gritted his teeth: "Rongrong, you are so manly."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye inexplicably, feeling that the other actor's upper body was mentally ill, and didn't know what to say, so he had to accept the compliment: "Thank you."

The author has something to say: Zhou Ye: Rong, when will you be able to recognize your position?

Rong Zhao: Why did you add cursive prefixes?

Zhou Ye: Take the word Rong apart and read it.

Rong Zhao:? !