Zhang Kun walked out of the police station with a blank expression, but he did not get the information he wanted to know.

"Thirty years ago, not to mention that there was no computer at that time, even the text files were not complete. Although the national census was conducted twice, it was just after the 'ten-year catastrophe'. The country was in chaos, and many things were in a state of chaos, and it was normal to lose some information."

"In addition, in the next thirty years, Baishatang has undergone many divisions, mergers, and transformations. Some documents are missing in serious cases, which has only been gradually stabilized for nearly ten years."

"Thirty years, the world has changed so much, whether it is people or things. So, I can't help you, so you can think of other ways!"

Zhang Kun looked dull, and Peng Yibo next to him was also a little sad, but he didn't say anything. He came here to find this clue many years ago, but got the same answer.

So although he was very disappointed, the result was as expected.

Zhang Kun stood silently outside the police station. After a while, he stepped away.

He followed Peng Yibo's guidance and found Tao Ya's former residence.

In front of Zhang Kun were rows of six or seven floors of small buildings. There were endless traffic on the road, crowds of people on both sides, and neon lights shining on the streets.

Thirty years ago, there were only rows of small houses, mostly one or two floors. The road at the door could only be said to be a little better than the country road, but the green trees were much better than now.

It has changed, thirty years is enough to change too much.

In Peng Yibo's memory, Tao Ya's home was already an eight-story building.

People are not things, either.

Zhang Kun sighed lightly, then took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on his face.

Let's start from here.

"Uncle, do you know that there was someone who lived here before named Tao Ya?"

"Hello, aunt, do you know that there was a person named Tao Ya here before? The one who moved out about thirty years ago."

"have no idea!"

"I haven't heard of it."

"I've moved here recently."

"Didn't you see if I'm busy? I don't know or not!"

"Tao Ya, it sounds a bit familiar, but I can't remember it."

"What Tao? You say louder, I can't hear it..."

...

Zhang Kun walked around and started to ask slowly, focusing on what Peng Yibo said and Tao Ya’s old residence as the center.

The people he asked were basically old, old men and women. Thirty years ago, those who could have experienced those in person are probably at this age now. As for those in their thirties and forties, even though they lived here before, they were still young back then, and there were probably not many people who could remember these.

Along the way, Zhang Kun truly understood the power of time for more than two hours.

Thirty years later, he has asked no less than two hundred people, but it can be said that they have lived here for a long time, less than twenty people.

There are only two people who recognize and still remember Tao Ya.

"Tao Ya, I remember that I often played with each other when I was a child and bullied me. But I really don't remember when she moved out, and I don't know where she went."

"Tao Ya? Let me think about it, oh, by the way, Tao Hongwei's daughter, that little girl, was very naughty when she was a child. Well? Are you a relative from afar? It seems that they have moved away for twenty or thirty years. Where have they moved? I don't know."

Apart from sending out a large number of business cards along the way, Zhang Kun only gained constant disappointment.

Fortunately, Zhang Kun never thought that this would be smooth sailing from the beginning. Seeing the sun setting in the west, Zhang Kun sighed lightly, turned his head to look at the place behind him that he had walked this afternoon, and then turned around gently.

"Let's go to school!"

The school Zhang Kun mentioned was the last university Tao Ya went to, and he hoped to find some clues there.

Instead of returning to Nanhu, he took the last night bus to another province.

On the one-night trip, when you arrived at the destination city at 4 a.m., Zhang Kun stopped a taxi and came to the university entrance.

It was only five o'clock at this time, and the sky was lightly dawn, the university gate was closed, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, and only some people leaving breakfast stalls were busy.

Zhang Kun found a step anywhere, and regardless of the early morning moisture, he sat down.

After running around all night, Zhang Kun was not tired at all. He looked up at the sky, the stars in the sky were blinking, and the bright moon was hanging high.

He looked there, not knowing what he was looking at, but just looked at it quietly.

Slowly, the moon sets at the west end, and the east rises tomorrow, and the day and night change.

Pedestrians began to appear on the street, and the gates of universities were quietly opened. People came and went, shouting and shouting, and a new day began.

Zhang Kun found a street stall, ate breakfast slowly, and then looked at the time. He waited until eight o'clock and walked into the campus along with the flow of people.

Zhang Kun asked a few classmates, then found the school’s academic affairs building, and then found the school’s archives management office.

The one who received him was a teacher in his thirties. After asking about Zhang Kun’s purpose, he looked at Zhang Kun’s ID card and the student ID attached to Xiangnan, he kindly helped Zhang Kun find it.

Although he was dropped out of school by the first principal of Xiangnan Affiliated School, the student ID has not been retrieved yet. Looking at the student ID in his hand, Zhang Kun showed a bitter smile on his face.

After more than ten minutes of searching, the teacher brought a file and shook his head at Zhang Kun with a slight sigh.

"Tao Ya did attend our school, but she automatically dropped out of school the next year. The archives record that in the second semester of the second year after admission, there was no report on school two months after school starts, and then she automatically dropped out of school."

"So, Tao Ya's whereabouts are not recorded in the archives."

"Teacher, can you show me the file?" Zhang Kun asked softly.

The teacher nodded and handed it over.

Zhang Kun took it and the black and white photos on the file had already turned yellow, but you could still see the appearance.

This is the first time Zhang Kun saw Tao Ya's appearance. Not to mention it being beautiful, but it is pretty. His small face looks pretty and charming, and his shoulder-length medium-length hair reveals a bit of intellectual beauty.

Zhang Kun looked at it for a while, then carefully searched Tao Ya's profile.

But soon Zhang Kun sighed lightly and had no choice but to give up.

Tao Ya's information was all known to Zhang Kun, and the address was also Baishatang where Zhang Kun had been to.

Nothing to do.

Zhang Kun returned the file to the teacher, and after thanking him, he quietly left the school gate.

The clues that Peng Yibo could provide ended here, and Zhang Kun got nothing. In fact, Peng Yibo has visited these two lines but has not been surprising that Zhang Kun got nothing.

Looking at Zhang Kun's frown slightly, Peng Yibo sighed lightly, and then a chuckled on his face: "Zhang Kun, I have received your feelings, but maybe it's because Tao Ya and I are really over. I can't find it... forget it!"

Peng Yibo said with a smile, but his mouth was full of bitterness.

Hearing Peng Yibo's voice, Zhang Kun looked up and then shook his head silently, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes: "I want to try again, there will always be a solution."
Chapter completed!