Skilled in managing a house

"This..." Song Feng was speechless immediately, right? His mother would never stop cleaning her son's room just because she was getting older. As long as I can still move, I will definitely clean my son's room when I see it is a little messy.

This is true for the yang house, and it is also true for the yin house.

"Could it be that... Xi Huai and his wife have really never been here... Then... doesn't it mean that Xi Tong is not dead..." Song Feng still agreed with Zhang Yu's words.

"The couple moved away from here and went to Yancheng, almost never to return. Do you think this is common sense?" Zhang Yu asked again.

"It's not consistent..." Song Feng shook his head and said, "What you just said makes sense. It's impossible for Xi Tong's parents to move away from here just because Xi Tong died here. After all, their son is still buried here. This is one of them. The second is that some people move out from the countryside and choose either big cities or small cities. Yancheng, which Xi Huai and his wife chose, is neither big nor small, and it is not very common sense."

Zhang Yu smiled slightly and said: "We have gained a lot from coming here this time. Regardless of whether Xi Tong is really dead or not, Xi Tong's parents must know something about the situation."

"Then let's go to Yancheng to find Xi Tong's parents and find out the matter!" Song Feng couldn't help but get a little excited now.

Originally, because of Xi Tong's death, Song Feng had almost concluded that the clues had been lost. As Zhang Yu said, even if there is a clue, we must work hard to investigate, otherwise, there will be no chance at all.

This time they came and really gained hope.

"Okay, let's set off now." Zhang Yu also nodded and said.

Given the opportunity, Song Feng would not miss it. He started the car and drove directly towards the city.

Zhang Yu was sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, not knowing whether he was sleeping or thinking about something.

About forty minutes later, Zhang Yu suddenly said: "Brother Song, do you think Xi Tong's parents will tell us the truth if we go like this?"

"You have to tell the truth even if you don't tell the truth. With my many years of trial experience, I don't believe they can still hide it from me." Song Feng said confidently.

"They are not prisoners. You can't treat them like prisoners. Also, as a parent, if you want to keep your son's secret, you would rather sacrifice your life than tell the truth." Zhang Yu remained closed. Eyes, not open.

When Song Feng heard this, he couldn't help but frown, because he understood that Zhang Yu was right. Xi Huai and his wife are not prisoners, so I can't really say what I want to do to them. Also, parents are probably not even afraid of death for their sons.

"That's true, do you have any good ideas?" Song Feng said.

"I dare not say that my method will definitely work. What do you think of this..."

At that moment, Zhang Yu expressed his thoughts.

Song Feng listened and drove. When Zhang Yu finished speaking, Song Feng nodded slightly and said: "Although this method may not be completely reliable, it is still a good strategy... I just don't know whether Xi Huai and his wife will do it." Do you believe it...and are you willing to cooperate..."

At this point, he paused and then continued: "It seems that apart from this, there is no more decent and reliable method in a short period of time... Otherwise, let's try it first... …If it doesn’t work, think of other ways…”

"Okay, let's make a decision then. You drive to Yancheng overnight, while I continue to think about it, and take a nap by the way." Zhang Yu said, leaning on the chair and closing his eyes again.

"Can't we switch shifts? I'm already driving while fatigued..." Seeing Zhang Yu say this, Song Feng couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yu with a grimace.

"Actually, I want to help you drive, but I don't know how..." Zhang Yu said lazily.

"The chairman of the Tangtang Wudang Group...can't even drive..." Song Feng was stunned.

"Isn't it normal not to be able to drive? I don't even have a driver's license..." Zhang Yu curled his lips, "Also, didn't you also say that I am the chairman of Tangtang Wudang Group, which company have you seen? The chairman of the company drives his own car..."

"The chairman doesn't drive his own car, but the chairman doesn't have a driver's license... This is the first time I've seen this..." Song Feng also said helplessly.

"Then you saw it today... I've never driven a car before, and I don't even have a driver's license... If you insist on letting me drive... I can try... but you'll be responsible for the consequences..." Zhang Yu said nonchalantly .

"Forget it, forget it... You are not afraid of death, I am still afraid..." Song Feng was helpless again.

Zhang Yu laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't tire you out. I'll ask my two apprentices to come over and help. We'll take turns driving so that we can both get some rest. Let's go to Yancheng for business, just you and me. It doesn’t seem like enough either.”

"That's pretty much it." Song Feng laughed.

Zhang Yu opened his eyes, took out his cell phone, and dialed Zhang Qingfeng's number. He asked Zhang Qingfeng and Wang Chunlan to drive a van and rush to the highway intersection leading to Nandu to wait there. He would arrive later.

After the arrangements were made, Song Feng drove the car home. It was already very late. The two took a taxi and headed to the highway intersection. They met up with Zhang Qingfeng and Wang Chunlan, and got into a van and got on the highway.

If you want to go north to Yancheng Execution Area, you must go south. Along the highway, we finally arrived at Yancheng at dawn.

They found a hotel to stay and have some rest. In the evening, they set out for Dongfeng Community on Nanda Street.

Nanda Street is in the new urban area of ​​Yancheng. Dongfeng Community is a new community with a large area. I don’t know the building number. I just know that I live in Room 02 on the 22nd floor. It is very difficult to find the person directly.

However, Zhang and Yu had already figured out a way.

Yesterday they got the phone number of Xi Huai's wife, Xi Tong's mother, her name is Liping.

Zhang Yu asked Zhang Qingfeng to dial the number. The call was quickly connected, and a woman's voice sounded, "Hello, hello."

"Hello, is this Ms. Liping?" Zhang Qingfeng asked.

"It's me, who are you?" the woman on the phone asked.

"I am an SF Express, and there is a package sent from Zhenhai, but the address on it is a bit scratched. Now I can only see that it is No. 2, Floor 22, Unit 1, Dongfeng Community, Nanda Street, Yancheng. I can't see the building number clearly. Yes...I want to confirm with you..." Zhang Qingfeng said.

As long as the house number is 2, most of them are in unit 1. This is experience.

When she heard that it was a package mailed from Zhenhai, Li Ping didn't know that this was a trick on her. In addition, most of the addresses were correct, so she didn't have the slightest doubt, and then said: "It's Building No. 7."

"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll be up soon." Zhang Qingfeng said.

After hanging up the phone, the boy gave Zhang Yu a victory gesture and said with a smile: "Master, it's done... Her home is in Building 7..."

"You're good, kid. What you said is true. If it were me, I would have to let you fool me. Come on, let's go to Building 7." Zhang Yu said with a smile.

"That's not because you taught me well, Master..." Zhang Qingfeng said with a smile.

"When did I teach you this!" Zhang Yu deliberately glared at the boy.