The next morning, he and Kangxi, who had analyzed the case one night, were too tired to sleep and missed the call from Geng Bumei. Fortunately, Geng Bumei didn't give up and sent Zhao Ye's residential address to Kangxi and Kangxi's mobile phones by SMS.
When they woke up at noon, they saw it. He thought it was not too late. He got up and washed decisively, and then went out, just like a member of the Shenfeng special attack team.
Kangxi was not in a hurry. He knew the address of his family. He was even more concerned about his meal. He didn't get up until noon. Breakfast was definitely no good. He couldn't stop eating lunch. He took him to the Cantonese restaurant and ordered a pot of signature soup - Cordyceps sinensis hen soup.
It takes a lot of brain to investigate a case. How can it be done if we don't make up for it.
Fufu reluctantly drank several bowls of soup and water, and was forced by Kangxi to eat two four-color roasted wheat before lunch was over.
After the visit, they called a taxi and went straight to Zhao Ye's house. I don't know if they were lucky. First there was a traffic jam on the road, which lasted for nearly an hour and a half. Then the taxi broke down. He was so anxious that he was almost on fire. Seeing that it was only two kilometers away from Zhao Ye's house, he got off and walked with his own feet.
Zhao Ye's residence is a very old-fashioned public house. In the 1980s, there are about ten families on a ladder. He can't help but feel down and the sanitary environment is also worrying. In S City, an international metropolis, it's really strange that these houses have not been demolished.
"Room 310..." he went up to the third floor and counted the house numbers in the corridor. There were a lot of daily necessities and garbage piled up in the corridor. The light was poor. If he was not careful, his feet would kick things. Kangxi was afraid that she would fall. He carefully supported her and opened the way in front of her. "If 310, it should be the innermost, near the stairs!"
He helped Hu Hu to walk past. He couldn't see the metal number of the door. He was covered with a thick layer of oil smoke. It was a bit disgusting black. Only when he looked carefully, he could tell that the number 310 was written. It was embedded in the dark green door, like a dirty stain. The door was not so good. There were black spots everywhere, like moldy marks.
"Does he really live here?" It looks dirty outside. I'm afraid it's a hundred kilos here.
"What Lao Geng said must be true! Don't do it. I'll knock on the door to keep your hands clean. " I'm afraid this door hasn't been washed well for more than ten years.
Kangxi is familiar with this kind of husband's house. It has a long history and its design is still very old. A house with one or two bedrooms has no living room. Out of the room, there are kitchens and toilets. The pattern is very poor. People with skills must have bought a house outside and moved out. When it is vacant, it will be rented to people in need to earn a little money. People without skills must continue to live, No matter how bad it is, it's all my own nest. By the way, I'm looking forward to the day when the government will demolish it, so that I can be a salted fish.
However, the location here is remote. It is estimated that the government will not think of it for a while, and the demolition will have to wait for many years.
Kangxi reached out and knocked on the door. After knocking for a long time, no one answered.
"Will you go out?" he asked
"No!" He shook his head. "Lao Geng said that he was a senior otaku. He stayed at home on weekdays, eating and drinking
"That's sleeping!"
"It's possible. I'll ring a little more." He clapped the door hard.
After shooting for a long time, no one answered.
You don't have to sleep to death.
Kangxi simply clapped the door and called, but the door was not opened, but the door next door was opened.