Han Dongsheng's old father-in-law, whose surname is Zhou, is tall and thin, with a short head and doesn't talk much.

Mr. Zhou was literate and had the habit of reading. He carried his spectacles with him. Whenever he had a place to sit down, he would take out his book and read a few pages.

However, his reading did not help increase his wisdom - except for nonsense stories such as "Introduction to Qigong", he read various tabloid newspapers and magazines, which were full of urban legends about strange powers and chaos.

In recent years, print media has become less popular, magazines have closed down one after another, and the authors and readers of these stories have moved to the Internet. Mr. Zhou, who does not know the Internet, has been abandoned like many of his peers and can only find the old ones.

Look at old magazines.

After reading it, he put it aside and read it again after a few days. He couldn't remember it anyway.

When he first arrived, Mr. Zhou didn't know anyone, and he was probably not used to life. Yu Lanchuan saw him walking alone downstairs several times, far away from other elderly groups, like an old dog that mistakenly entered someone else's territory.

Only Uncle Yang, probably because he felt sorry for him, occasionally stopped and said a few words to him.

Generally speaking, the elderly are not willing to change their living environment, but can they prevent their grandchildren from going to a good school just because they are born? Can they chop off their own hands because they want to buy something when they see the word "health"?

If he can't, then his opinion doesn't matter.

No one expected that such a boring and lonely old man would be found by the police less than a week after moving here.

On New Year's Eve, Officer Yu Yan made a wish for "world peace" in Star Dream, but it may be because he was careless because he only introduced business to his colleagues and did not spend money himself, so the wish did not come true.

Yu Yan came out of 804, went upstairs, and sat down on the sofa of Yu Lanchuan's house: "Why do I feel that I keep running to this floor recently? There may be something wrong with this house. There is a 'police-absorbing stone' installed on the ceiling.

, changing residents doesn’t work either. I’ll go to ‘Teacher Mengmeng’ later and ask for a transfer card.”

Yu Lanchuan had just gotten off work and hadn't had time to untie his scarf. No matter how many times he heard "Teacher Mengmeng", he would get goosebumps all over his body: "Straighten your tongue and speak."

Yu Yan unceremoniously took out the nut plate from under the coffee table and started to eat at the buffet: "Oh, it's great that you moved here. At least you have a place to rest."

"Comrade, what's your promise not to take advantage of the masses?"

"You are not a member of the masses. You are clearly a lackey of the capitalists and a local tycoon who wants to be overthrown." Yu Yan waved his hand and asked, "By the way, when will Teacher Mengmeng be back?"

"How did I know?" Yu Lanchuan rolled his eyes impatiently. He had not "encountered" Gan Qing for a week because he exposed the scam of "Teacher Mengmeng" in the circle of friends. In retaliation, the wicked and adventurous man

The smoking woman changed her WeChat avatar to a dog head. When she mentioned her, Yu Lanchuan became furious, "Am I her manager?"

Yu Yan was unjustly angered by his anger: "If you don't know, you don't know. Are you so angry?"

Yu Lanchuan: "What happened to 804 again?"

Yu Yan sighed: "I lost someone."

Yu Lanchuan sneered: "You? Aren't you surprised?"

"No kidding, real person." Yu Yan said, taking out a photo from his bag, "Lin Xiuhe, seventy-one years old, lives at No. 99, Rongxian Hutong - the community behind your house."

Yu Lanchuan took it and took a look. She was a plainly dressed old lady with a bun, an earth-colored cotton-padded jacket, and a pair of black cotton-padded shoes. Her face looked like a poor-looking walnut.

He is very serious in front of the camera and doesn't look relaxed.

Yu Lanchuan: "What does it have to do with 804?"

"Old Mrs. Lin is not a demented elderly person. According to family members, she is in good health and can take care of herself. It stands to reason that she will not be unable to find a home. She has no other hobbies. She only likes to listen to lectures on health products.

, they were bought as soon as they were called, and they were bought as soon as they were fooled. So we now suspect that the disappearance of the old lady is related to several floating health care product MLM gangs. These MLM gangs are also arrogant. We are going to take advantage of the end of the year to focus on cracking down - your building

The old man who moved into the house is also a health care fanatic. I came to see him today to find out the situation. Tsk, the old man is very vigilant and doesn't say anything, as if we are reactionaries persecuting Zhongliang."

Yu Lanchuan: "When did it happen?"

Yu Yan: "It's been a week."

Yu Lanchuan frowned and said, "I have been missing for a week, and you have just started investigating. What have you been doing so long ago? In the winter of Yanning, you can go out and spend two nights in the cold to experience it. I don't think you want to look for me anymore. I'm already cold."

"It's not our fault," Yu Yan said. "The family just called the police. Mrs. Lin and her son's family went out for vacation. They had consecutive annual holidays and a long New Year's Day holiday. They just came back from abroad early this morning and were tired.

She was sleepy and didn't notice anything wrong. When she got up after a nap, her daughter-in-law found that the kitchen had been covered with a layer of dust and the leftovers in the refrigerator had gone bad. When she knocked on the door of the old lady's house, there was no one there, so she hurriedly

Call the police."

Yu Lanchuan: "Then how do you know when the old lady was lost?"

"Their family ordered milk, but there was no one at home, so the milkman put it in the electric well at the door. Six bottles were already stored." Yu Yan sighed, "My son's eyes were so anxious that his eyes were red, and we were not too worried.

It's easy to say anything, but..."

He said "but" for a while, then swallowed his words. "Family trip" sounds warm and relaxing, but if you take an old mother with you, it doesn't seem to be the same thing.

An old lady who may have never been out of a provincial capital in her life is asked to fly across the ocean and lie down on a foreign beach. She may not be able to sleep, and her children and grandchildren must take care of her, so they must not have a good time. Just like

When I go to eat Western food, I have to replace the black pepper on the steak with soybean curd.

"We are not optimistic about this now. We are still investigating nearby surveillance, but so far we have found nothing. Those health product MLM dens are also very cunning. They have gained experience in guerrilla warfare and are difficult to catch," Yu Yan said, "Master Lan,

Can I use your eyeliner?"

Just as he was talking about this, there was a sudden movement outside the door, as if someone from next door was back.

"Ah!" Yu Yan jumped up, "It must be next door. I'm going to ask for blessings."

"It's not her," Yu Lanchuan took a photo of Mrs. Lin and sent it to the nearby Beggars Gang, Pancake Gang and other major gangs. While writing the message, he said casually, "Maybe it's Mrs. Zhang who came back from traveling - she doesn't lift her head when walking.

Feet, footsteps don’t sound like this.”

Yu Yan: "..."

After Yu Lanchuan finished sending the message, he looked up and saw Yu Yan's big face leaning towards him, with his gums exposed, and a "night shift acne" on his forehead that was so red that it hurt his eyes. He felt that his glasses were fifty degrees longer and wrinkled.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you doing!"

"There is a situation." Yu Yanjian said in a swish voice, "Identify people by listening to their footsteps... Hey, leader, what kind of magical skill is this? Please give me some knowledge."

"Everyone knows how to do it," Yu Lanchuan said coldly, "Get out."

"No," Yu Yan came over reluctantly, "Don't think I don't know. You don't look sideways. You block all unnecessary information. In the past, let alone identifying people by listening to their voices, you didn't even know how to change the door of your neighbor's house.

.On New Year’s Eve, when you went to Dream of the Stars for a few small cards, my eyes that looked like dead fish could tell there was something fishy!”

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

Yu Yan: "I don't see that you like this type of person. It's such a contrast. Could it be that every man has a rebellious wild horse in his heart?"

"What nonsense are you talking about," Yu Lanchuan kicked Yu Yan back to his original position, "I was kidnapped when I was a child. She happened to meet me in the back alley of Nitang and only kidnapped me once."

Yu Yan was stunned and said in shock: "She is your one..."

Yu Lanchuan: "Yeah."

Yu Yan: "...Bai Yueguang!"

In his spare time as a police officer, he may have read too many romantic novels, and the words he used were very shocking. Before he could finish a handful of cashew nuts, he was rudely invited out by Yu Lanchuan. When he went out, he happened to meet Gan Qing who was off work, followed by someone.

Little Tail - Because of the police's visit, a new round of family war broke out in the Han family, and Han Zhou's child took the opportunity to sneak out.

The child Han Zhou held up a cardboard box with a small paper house and a small garden stuck inside. There was also a bow tied on the outside of the box. He chased Gan Qing all the way and insisted on giving it to her: "This is what I won in the handicraft class."

The one who won the prize just came back from the school exhibition, and I asked the teacher to give it back to you!"

Gan Qing didn't really want it, because it felt like a "ghost house" hired by a funeral parlor, and it wouldn't hurt the children's self-esteem, so he had no choice but to take it.

Child Han Zhou picked up the scroll and said with unlimited confidence: "Take this for now. When I grow up, I will buy one for you."

"Okay, thank you," Gan Qing stroked the child's oily head, "No need to go to so much trouble, just burn this for me when the time comes."

Yu Yan greeted her with a smile: "Teacher Mengmeng, you are so charming and can appeal to all ages!"

Yu Lanchuan looked out from the crack in the door with a gloomy face.

Gan Qing smiled as soon as he saw him and took the initiative to say hello: "Master Xiao Yu, dog..."

Yu Lanchuan slammed the door with a bang.

"...Good luck in the Year of the Dog." Gan Qing turned to Yu Yan with an innocent face, "What taboo have I committed?"

"It's okay, puberty is easy to be shy and moody," Yu Yan said with a smile, "Our breed, Lan Ye, has a relatively long puberty, which is only more than two hundred years. It will be fine in the past. Teacher Mengmeng, you

Are there any lucky props? The kind that can help find people..."

As soon as the Gregorian New Year is over, it enters the "end of the year", and this period is always particularly chaotic.

People who are eager to see through false expectations are impatient and have too many trivial matters. There are endless meetings and entertainments, but the year-end bonus is always late.

Thieves on the subway and fraudsters on the phone have ushered in the annual peak business season and are particularly active. MLM organizations have also begun to work hard to boost their performance and move forward towards the goal of becoming the future "Charlie Munger". The unlucky little

The policemen were very busy.

Mr. Zhou finally seized the opportunity and slipped out of his home. He sneakily avoided the old man playing chess in the courtyard, went out from the small door, and got on a bus. The leather goods repairman who was about to open his shop opened the door.

, happened to catch sight of this scene, took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the tail of the bus, and sent the photo.

At the same time, many pairs of eyes were staring at the bus along the route. The beggars and scavengers who ran to the bus stop to pick up garbage glanced at each other. The owner of the fried chicken steak looked at the roadside from time to time - three stops later,

Mr. Zhou got out of the car, zigzag into a bunch of small alleys, entered an old building, and walked to the basement.

The basement was cold and damp. Mr. Zhou knocked on the door, and a cautious voice came from inside: "We didn't order takeout."

Mr. Zhou replied: "I deliver newspapers."

"What reward?"

"Tomorrow's evening paper."
To be continued...