The street lamp on the street is like a lonely night watchman. No matter how strong the night wind is, he cannot extinguish his oil lamp.

Hoffman stood under the streetlight, with one hand across his chest and a cigar in the other, smoking.

To be honest, the painting style is a bit abstract.

A slave owner looks like a big boss no matter how he looks. He should be staying in a manor, sitting on a large and comfortable sofa, listening to his subordinates report that they have shot and killed the boss of a rival gang.

The black man was squatting on the roadside, wearing a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, bobbing his head to listen to music, and rapping along.

"What are you going to do?"

The cowboy sister was still shameless and followed Lin Baici.

"wait!"

Lin Baici stood on the roadside, chatting with Gu Qingqiu.

Xia Hongyao couldn't wait to start reasoning. She listened carefully to the conversation between her two aces, thinking that they were discussing the case of missing children, but the more she listened, the more something was wrong.

The development history of Hong Kong Island?

If you were reborn in this era, how would you make a fortune?

What are these talking about?

Later, they even turned to Ryugu Island, saying that Airi Sannomiya must be waiting impatiently.

Hey, the Hong Kong Ghost Ship has not been completed yet. Do you think Dragon Palace Island is a bit far away?

After the old woman left home and left the residential building, everyone waited for another quarter of an hour. Hoffman was the first to go upstairs.

The black man followed immediately.

"Shall we go up quickly?"

Xia Hongyao urged that if you want to find someone, you must get some photos of the missing child.

"Slave owner, don't open the door violently, let me do it?"

The black man volunteered.

He fiddled with the big gold ring on his left ring finger, pulled out a gold-plated iron wire from it, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it a few times. The hidden lock of the security door was easily opened with a clicking sound.

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"OK!"

The black man turned around and made an OK gesture, probably waiting for others to praise him, but Hoffman had already opened the door with a cold face.

Everyone goes in.

Hoffman was not seen rummaging through the boxes. He stood in the living room with his right hand stretched out. After waiting for a few seconds, the photo albums that the old woman had seen before flew out and landed in his hand.

Hoffman flipped through it, selected three or four outstanding photos, threw the album to the black man, and then turned and left.

"Isn't this too pretentious?"

Xia Hongyao pouted: "Xiao Linzi, Xiao Loach, we must find that child faster than him!"

Lin Baici and others got the photo and came out. Hoffman had already knocked on a neighbor's door and was asking about the situation.

The cowboy sister and the black man planned to go over to listen, but the Korean girl didn't, so she just followed Lin Baici and the others.

There are six households in total on this floor.

Gu Qingqiu observed the security doors and door environment of six houses, and finally chose the second one on the right.

Gu Qingqiu knocked on the door.

After waiting for a few seconds, someone answered, sounding like an old man.

Gu Qingqiu spoke authentic Hong Kong, which made it easy to communicate. After chatting for a few words and explaining his purpose, the other party opened the door.

"Are you from the government?"

The old man next door was wearing pajamas and reading glasses and was very cautious: "Why aren't you wearing work clothes?"

"The old lady was injured and was sent to the hospital. Let's find out about her situation!"

Gu Qingqiu explained.

"Hey, if my daughter is not around, I just can't do it. No one will care about me even if I get hurt."

The old man sighed.

"Where is his son and daughter-in-law?"

"I heard he went abroad!"

The old man added: "When I was working abroad, about seven or eight years ago, I could still see people during the Chinese New Year, but then I never saw them again!"

"Maybe the contact has been cut off, right?"

Gu Qingqiu guessed: "Did the old lady spend time with her grandson? She kept shouting that she wanted to go home and make clay pot rice for her grandson!"

"Her grandson was lost when he was five years old!"

The old man adjusted his glasses: "Since then, her brain has been a little abnormal. After her son and daughter-in-law didn't come back, she lived alone and became even more nervous."

"Do you know where her grandson was lost?"

Xia Hongyao asked, and took out a small notebook to take notes carefully.

"That's not clear. Some people say it's an amusement park, while others say it's on the way home from school!"

The old man was very enthusiastic: "Go to the police station to check, she reported the crime at that time!"

"Then you know how many years have passed since now, right?"

"Two...it's been more than twenty years, right? I can't remember!"

The old man recalled it.

"How many?"

Xia Hongyao was stunned.

"More than twenty years is too long!"

The old man yawned: "Is there anything else you can do?"

They obviously want to close down.

"No more, thank you!"

Gu Qingqiu thanked him.

After the old man closed the door, Xia Hongyao immediately wailed: "The disappearance case more than 20 years ago, what nonsense is this?"

At that time, there were no cameras on the streets, so if someone was lost, it was almost impossible to find them.

The traffickers sold the children into the valley. Communication was not developed and transportation was inconvenient. After more than ten years, a five-year-old child would not even know that he had been trafficked.

"Twenty years and a generation have passed, and even fewer people know about the disappearance."

Gu Qingqiu pondered.

"Yes!"

Xia Hongyao frowned. This was also a troublesome matter. The people who knew about it were all dead of old age. Even if he walked around the streets and investigated, he couldn't find anyone.

"Let's go to that child's school!"

Gu Qingqiu took out a photo.

Above is a photo of an old woman and her grandson at the school gate. This photo should have been taken when she first entered elementary school.

"No need to ask other neighbors anymore?"

The cowboy sister reminded: "In case this old man's testimony is wrong..."

"No!"

Gu Qingqiu looked confident and walked downstairs.

"Why are you so sure?"

The cowboy girl frowned, thinking this woman was very arrogant.

“You’re right to believe in Little Loach!”

Xia Hongyao supported Gu Qingqiu unconditionally, but to be honest, she felt it would be safer to ask again.

"Alumni, explain it to her!"

Gu Qingqiu asked Lin Baici the question.

"Aren't you worried that I don't know?"

Lin Baici was speechless. How embarrassing would it be if he couldn't answer?

"No!"

Gu Qingqiu smiled slightly.
To be continued...