This unique piece of gold-sprayed red paper was just a treat. It seemed to be the tone of his assistant.

Ling Shu:...

He wiped his mouth and took out a pen as if he was looking.

"Okay! But my mother, you have to do it faster. Your wife is still waiting at home. If you don't go back, your knees will probably be swollen when you get up tomorrow."

Yue Dingtang:...

He reluctantly held back the corner of his twisted mouth and looked at Boss Li seriously.

"When was the last time you had a conversation with Mrs. Yuan?"

"The day before yesterday."

Isn’t that the last time Du Yunning and Ling Shu met?

Ling Yue and the other two looked at each other.

"What did Mrs. Yuan talk to you at that time? How was her expression and attitude different from usual?"

Boss Li thought for a while, "It seems that there is no."

Yue Dingtang: "Are you unhappy, or sad and resentful, or have you ever complained to you?"

Boss Li shook his head: "I see that Mrs. Yuan was in great mood that day. She once told me that every time she came here, she liked to order strawberry cakes the most, and she would only want to eat them when she was in a good mood. That day she ordered one and packed one and went back."

Ling Shu asked coldly: "What did she talk to you?"

The lights were dim just now, and Boss Li was talking to Yue Dingtang. Only then did he notice Ling Shu when he heard the sound. At first sight, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"You, you are so kind-hearted. I seem to have seen it somewhere?"

Seeing that the other party racked his brains, Ling Shu kindly reminded him.

"The day before yesterday, right here, Mrs. Yuan and I had coffee."

"Yes, yes!" Boss Li clapped his hands, "I remember it, it's you!"

Ling Shu nodded: "It's me, but I don't remember Mrs. Yuan chatting with you."

Boss Li: "It was when you were still in the future. When I saw Mrs. Yuan sitting there alone, I walked over to say hello to her. She looked in a good mood. She also said that she would go to the banquet held by the wife of the British Consulate tomorrow. She wanted to buy some coffee beans from me and serve as gifts. After I chose it, I would send someone to the mansion."

Ling Shu: "Is there nothing else?"

Boss Li: "No more, that's all."

Ling Shu: "On weekdays, Mrs. Yuan comes here. Who else has any interaction with except me?"

Boss Li hesitated: "It seems that there is one more person."

Ling Shu: "What do you look like?"

Boss Li: "She is gentle."

Ling Shu: "Wearing glasses?"

Boss Li thought for a while: "It should be worn."

Ling Shu: "Red dress?"

Boss Li laughed and said, "I don't remember this very much. Sometimes I am not in the store, and the guys are in charge of the business. Not every time I meet Mrs. Yuan, why don't you call them over and ask?"

Ling Shu: "Okay, then I'll ask you to call out the guys you often stay during the day, and delay them a little time. Let's just ask a few questions."

Boss Li agreed, but was a little confused.

"Two gentlemen, I'm sorry, aren't you school teachers? Why do you seem to be asking questions?"

Yue Dingtang said with a gentle voice: "Social investigation involves all aspects, and there are many narratives. It is inevitable that we should ask carefully. We have met Mrs. Yuan several times. I felt very sorry when I heard the bad news, so I came over and asked, maybe I can help in the future."

"So that's it, please wait." Boss Li turned around and called for someone without any doubt.

The tall and thin guy was quickly called over.

He was not on duty, and he was wearing a jacket, with an honest look on his face and answered questions and questions.

"When Mrs. Yuan came over, a man did appear often. The two of them sat there for most of the day, and then left one after another. Three times happened to be when I was on duty during the day."

Ling Shu and Du Yunning have also seen each other here three times, and then said, "You are not talking about me, right?"

The guy looked at him carefully for a moment, shook his head, and said certainly: "It's not you! That gentleman often wears a red dress and glasses."

Yue Dingtang: "Do you know what they are talking about?"

The guy shook his head first, and then said, "Once I sent my refreshments, I heard two sentences, as if I were discussing writing poetry. I am a rough man, and I don't understand any poetry, and I don't understand it."

Yue Dingtang: "Who is his surname? Do you still have an impression?"

Guy: "He said that his surname was Hong, and he had never mentioned anything else, but judging from his appearance, he should be similar to the two of them. He is a cultural person."

What he said is almost the same as the news provided by the tea shop owner just now.

If you rule out the possibility of two people lying temporarily, you can basically confirm that they are the same person.

A new character floats to the surface.

This matches their previous speculation.

Then, this man is probably the one who helped Du Yunning draft the list of property.

Even, the two may have a closer relationship.

“Is he a regular customer in a cafe?”

Guy: "I have been in this cafe for three years. From the boss before to the boss Li now, I have been keeping me there for my boss Li to do things, but I rarely see this Mr. Hong before."

Yue Dingtang: "Do you know where he lives and where he works?"

The guy naturally shook his head.

Just a guest who meets by chance. Unless a celebrity like Du Yunning, how can others know each other?

Yue Dingtang frowned and was a little disappointed.

This is certainly a clue worth exploring, but if the true surnamed Hong is related to Du Yunning's death, once the news comes out, he will definitely never show up nearby again. Someone else will buy a ticket directly to another place and disappear from the vast crowd from then on, then they will have no choice.

"Ah, by the way!"

The guy suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Last time, it was snowing outside, and Mr. Hong was leaving. I called a rickshaw for him. I heard him report an address to the coachman. It seemed, yes, no. 36 Hengtong Road!"

Constant Passage.

Yue Dingtang subconsciously looked at Ling Shu.

The latter was just in time to come.

That is also the place where Xiaoji Noodle Restaurant is located.

Just two days ago, before and after Du Yunning's accident, the owner of the noodle shop, Lao Xiao, was also implicated in the fire next door and was burned to death in the noodle shop.

Is it a coincidence or intentional?

How do people with the surname Hong, Du Yunning and Lao Xiao have something to do with each other?

Boss Li kept standing beside him without interrupting them. Seeing that they were asking almost the same questions, he spoke out.

"Mr. It's getting late. If it's late, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a rickshaw on the street."

Just now, the sapphire blue sky outside was completely dark. You can imagine how warm the place is, how cold it is outside.

Yue Dingtang glanced at his watch and it was indeed time for them to leave.

"Thank you, boss, I have bothered you for a long time today. I will feel sorry for you. I will come to the door to apologize after the New Year."

Another table of foreign guests was paid for their expenses and left. Their table was left in the huge cafe.

Boss Li smiled and said, "It's okay. Anyway, my old man is here for the New Year. It's a serious matter not to delay your return home and reunion with your family. The shop will be closed for a while during the New Year. If you like this, you might as well wait for the New Year."

Saying goodbye to the boss, the two came out of the cafe and walked towards the street corner.

The driver was still waiting there.

"Sister must be in a hurry to wait for you to go back for the New Year's Eve dinner now. You can go back first, and talk about it in two days." Yue Dingtang said.

The elder sister shouted so intimately, and Ling Shu swallowed the complaints that were so deep in her mouth.

"I don't strike while the iron is hot now, and I don't know what will happen in two days. I can't lose my life for the sake of the New Year. Let's go and go directly to Hengtong Road."

After he said that, he should get into the car first.

...

In the Hengtong Road area, new and old houses are lined up one after another. Under the night, the new and old colors are not so distinct, but the lights of thousands of households are appearing in a staggered manner. The taste of steamed fish is mixed with steamed rice cakes and floating in the air, ushering in the New Year's Eve with a clear New Year atmosphere.

The taste of fish and pork is almost nothing. More often, for ordinary people, a bowl of rice cake or a braised fish on the table these days can be considered a sumptuous New Year Festival. It is even more luxurious to eat lobster and steak like they did just now.

This place is mostly residential area, and sometimes some shops are all time-honored brands that have been in the past. The bosses operate for several generations, relying on word of mouth to pass on by repeat customers.

Nowadays, the mountains and rivers are incomplete, and some places are still fighting. Shanghai is tight outside and loose inside. The people may see the smoke from the newspapers every day, but after all, they are generally calm. There is a job for those who work and have books to read for those who go to school. Putting aside the passionate young people and intellectuals who worry about the country and the people, most ordinary people still live their lives day after day according to their usual rhythm.

However, in this bustle of every household closing down for the New Year, there are two exceptions.

That is the two families who were destroyed by fire before.
To be continued...