After being forced into an infinite stream, he slept with his nemesis

Ye Qianluo waited for the soreness in his eyes to pass, looked around, pointed to the briquette shop at the entrance of the alley, and said, "Why don't you go to the briquette shop and ask?"

The alleys are intricate and complicated, and he is afraid of getting lost if he doesn't ask clearly.

However, if you go in with someone and get lost inside... Ye Qianluo glanced at the person beside him, and swallowed secretly.

That seems pretty good too?

"Yeah." The boss didn't give him a chance to get lost in the alley together, he looked up at a small low-rise shop not far away, and nodded.

Most of what Ye Qianluo asked meant that he didn't want to go, but he had to ask.

After Mo Yuanbai responded, he had no choice but to walk quickly to the nearest briquette shop.

There is a large pile of cinders spread out at the door of the shop selling briquettes, and there are wet briquettes hanging out one by one, as dirty as you want.

How could such an environment be the place where a boss like Mo Yuanbai used to go?

Although Ye Qianluo had never been to such a place, but... well, he convinced himself again, picked a fairly clean place to stay, and tiptoed into the door.

Who made Mo Yuanbai not recover his memory yet?

He treats her husband like a sick girl!

The sick ghost ghost king is my husband!Ye Qianluo thought of this, and looked back at Mo Yuanbai's figure waiting outside the door, even the shadow under the sun felt so delicate.

Ye Qianluo entered the door, turned from the bright place to the dark room, and it took a long time for his eyes to adapt.

The briquette shop is very small, which is half the size of a normal storefront, and it is full of various tools for making briquettes.There was a large tank in the corner, and a shirtless man was stirring the soot inside with a stick as thick as his arm.

"Boss?" Ye Qianluo called out from behind the man.

"Huh?" The shirtless man turned around, but he was a burly man with a swollen face, and he was greeted by a sturdy aura of a stock market.

Seeing someone coming, the owner of the briquette shop glanced at the person who came and saw that it was a frail man. He stopped the stick in his hand, put his hands on the stick, and asked Ye Qianluo directly, "Buy briquettes?"

Just as he was about to take another look at the boss with the light from the store entrance, the light from the store entrance dimmed suddenly, and another person came in.

Ye Qianluo was overjoyed, and hurriedly turned around, only to see Mo Yuanbai condescending and also came to this shop.

"Hello, we are from the detective team. I have something I want to ask you about." Ye Qianluo entered the briquette shop, and Mo Yuanbai followed him in. When he entered, he took out his ID and shook it at the boss.

The investigation visit requires two team members to be present, did this guy forget?

"Hello, Ye Qianluo of the detective team, this is our captain, Mo Yuanbai." Seeing that Mo Yuanbai refused to agree with him as soon as he entered the door and took out his ID, Ye Qianluo stopped talking nonsense and took out his ID. .

The star on the certificate was shining in the dark and small shop. The owner of the briquette shop saw it, and hurriedly put down the coal stirring stick in his hand, wiped his hands on the waistband of his trousers, and piled up his fat face. Ugly smile: "Both officers, please sit down!"

But there is not even a stool in the store.

Simply, the two detectives didn't seem to want to sit and chat.

"What do you want to inquire about?" The boss rubbed his hands and asked Ye Qianluo.

"Boss, may I ask which alley is the Velvet Alley?" Ye Qianluo glanced out through the dusty glass door.

"All the alleys here are called furry ear alleys. Comrade, look, do these small forks look like fluffy hairs on the ears?" the boss wiped his sweat and explained.

"All? Then... how do the people who live there find out the address of their home?" Ye Qianluo asked.

"Address? Isn't there a house number there? I don't know how the house numbers are distributed. Anyway, every door has a house number, but the pattern is hard to find. Ronger Hutong was called ten years ago. Now Our area is called... Wutong Community." The boss said.

"Wutong Community?" Ye Qianluo asked.

"Yes! Five synchronous, what green synchronous, what synchronous? Anyway, it is called so by the city's regulations. I guess it won't be long. Sooner or later, this place will be developed." The boss explained with all his heart, standing in front of him, There was a smell of sweat.

"Then, may I ask, is there a painter named Sun Xiaoyi in this area?" Mo Yuanbai listened to the boss's words, and stepped back calmly to avoid the smell of sweat.

"Sun Xiaoyi? I don't know. This area has a lot of surnames, and there are all kinds of surnames. I am an immigrant who moved here ten years ago, making some briquettes to make a living. Most people in this alley burn briquettes for cooking and heating. , use it." The boss said.

"What about the painter?" Ye Qianluo asked hastily.

"Painter? Let me think about it..." The owner's eyes seemed to be embedded in his face, squeezed by the flesh on his face, and he couldn't tell whether his eyes were open or not. After thinking about it, he said, "Does oil painting count? "

"Forget it!" Ye Qianluo hurriedly asked, "Which family is she in?"

Oil painting copyist.

Aligned with the profession.

"Her house? It's my big customer! It has more briquettes than other people's homes! Others buy briquettes once a month in summer, which is enough for cooking and boiling water, but hers has to deliver them three times a month. If You are asking about her, so I know where her home is." The boss replied.

"Take us there." Mo Yuanbai didn't say much nonsense, he had already turned his head and left the store.

"Okay." The boss followed out shirtless, burrowed into the alley on the other side of the store door, and said as he walked, "I don't know the number of her house, but it's just a few turns away. For Shigu, it’s easy to find.”

Ye Qianluo and Mo Yuanbai followed the shirtless briquette shop owner, walked around in the alley, and found a house. The distance between the opposite door and her house was only enough for one person to pass through. Pass through.

"That's the one! Two officers, then I..." The owner of the briquette shop was tall and thick, but his enthusiasm remained undiminished. He took people to find him and was still waiting for orders.

Ye Qianluo glanced at Mo Yuanbai.

The boss is the backbone, he just waits for the boss' instructions.

"Why does her family use more briquettes than others?" Mo Yuanbai asked just before the boss left.

"Baked painting. Oil painting needs to be heated to dry quickly." The boss replied.

"She lives alone?" Mo Yuanbai asked again.

"Yes. Five years ago, her grandma passed away. She didn't work after graduating from college, so she lived in an old house tinkering with oil paintings. I don't know if she can make money. Anyway, I haven't seen her starve to death, so she should be able to make money."

"Okay, thank you boss, goodbye." Mo Yuanbai said goodbye to the boss politely.

The boss heaved a sigh of relief, smiled at them, then turned and left, his burly body disappeared into the corner of the room.

"Ding—" The phone sent a message.

Both of them took out their phones to look at it.

"Student Sun Xiaoyi has been found. She is studying art in a fully closed art school. She is a beautiful woman. This is a photo taken by Zhou Xiaofei. The proprietress of the gallery is promoting the new artist's paintings to Uncle Hua and Sister Nan. I think Sister Nan is about to curse. .” Ye Qianluo glanced at the information in the group, and read it out involuntarily.

"I see." Mo Yuanbai didn't drive, but also looked at it with his mobile phone. After looking through it, he stuffed the mobile phone back into his pocket.

"It seems that our Sun Xiaoyi is probably the deceased?" Ye Qianluo guessed, put the phone back in his hand, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Bah bah—" A lot of dust fell on the old wooden door.

At this point, the office workers are at work, and the elderly should be taking a lunch break. The alley is quiet, and the knocking on the door seems loud.

After knocking a few times, the door of Sun Xiaoyi's house remained silent, but the door of a house a few doors away from her house opened, and an old lady wearing a pair of reading glasses came out.

"Who is so wicked, knocking on the door in the middle of the day, you can't even hear the sound of the TV!" The old lady opened the door cursingly and stuck her head out, and saw the two young people standing in the narrow alley at a glance.

"You... are you here to buy Xiaoyi's paintings? Can't you knock on the door softly? It's noisy!" The old lady was about to turn around to close the door when she was suddenly held by a hand.

"Auntie, can you inquire about something? We belong to the criminal police team." Ye Qianluo learned his lesson, and showed his ID to others early in the morning, so as not to be fooled. This old lady does not seem to be blind or deaf. , the appearance of being able to communicate.

"Detective team? I didn't break the law! Inquire about what? Come in and talk about it." The old lady's expression was not very good when her lunch break was interrupted, but she couldn't close the door for a while, so she could only Let the person into the courtyard.

The yards in the alleys are usually very small. Looking up from the yard of this old lady’s house, you can only see a piece of sky the size of the mouth of a well. There is a door on one side and three rooms on three sides, which is very compact.

"Auntie, do you know Sun Xiaoyi?" Mo Yuanbai didn't enter the room, but stood in the small courtyard and asked.

"I know Aunt Sun, and Sun Xiaoyi is her granddaughter. Aunt Sun has a hard life, her wife left early, and after her son and daughter-in-law divorced, no one cared about her, and left her infant granddaughter to her. Big yo, I went there five years ago... I didn’t have time to enjoy the blessings of my granddaughter.” The aunt turned around and saw that the two young people had no intention of entering the room, so she dragged two small stools out, and she sat on an old old chair.

Ye Qianluo subconsciously went to see Mo Yuanbai again, to see what he would do, and just do it himself.

Mo Yuanbai didn't dislike it either, took the small stool and sat in front of the old lady.

Ye Qianluo had no choice but to sit down. The low stool was very short, only about ten centimeters high. When a tall man sat on it, his buttocks were almost touching his thighs. The posture was very awkward, but Mo Yuanbai sat down calmly, and he also sat down. Overcome the psychological barrier and sat down.

After Ye Qianluo sat down, he took out a notebook from his pocket and began to record. This old lady was different from the owner of the briquette shop just now. She was an insider of the suspected victim and could provide detailed information.

Before writing down the first word, Ye Qianluo raised his eyes, just in time to meet Mo Yuanbai's gaze.

There was a hint of admiration in that gaze, and Ye Qianluo's heart trembled, a firework rose up, and the hand holding the pen almost couldn't hold it steady.

Sitting on the awkward little stool, and listening to the old lady talk for half an hour, Ye Qianluo dragged his sore and swollen thighs and almost couldn't stand up. He was too close to the center of the earth, and the gravity was too strong.

After saying goodbye to the old lady and walking out the door, he rubbed his waist and thumped his thigh.

God, I'm so tired!Fighting is not so tiring!

He quietly looked at Mo Yuanbai's straight waist, there was no sign of fatigue at all, at least he couldn't see it.

My heart suddenly rejoiced.

This waist, the function is good... happy.

When Mo Yuanbai turned his head to look over, he saw someone rubbing his waist and grinning grinningly.