Chu Ping came out of the police station again. It was already noon.
Han Sanpin told Chu Ping that Axiao had been sent to an orphanage, where special teachers would take care of him. As for the homeless man, he was still unconscious and lying in the hospital because he was seriously injured at the time.
"I don't know if I can survive this."
Han Sanpin told Chu Ping when he sent him out of the police station.
"This matter is of a bad nature. It will probably be investigated together with the missing persons case in the eastern suburbs." Han Sanpin paused, "Are you really not considering coming back?"
Chu Ping looked at Han Sanpin speechlessly.
Han Sanpin laughed.
"I know your temper. You are just as stubborn as your father. I won't ask you any more about this matter."
Having said this, Han Sanpin suddenly calmed down.
"Director Li will be here in a few days, and he may look for you then."
Chu Ping didn't take it seriously at all.
"Just say I'm not free, I have to rush to the interview."
Chu Ping looked indifferent.
Han Sanpin was not surprised by Chu Ping's appearance.
"I've already brought you the message. It's up to you to do whatever you want."
Han Sanpin really had no way to deal with Chu Ping's temper.
"Uncle Third," Chu Ping seemed to have thought of something, "Help me check someone out."
Han Sanpin stepped forward and took back his steps.
"Who is he? Is he related to the case in Building 44?"
"That's right." Chu Ping didn't want to say too much.
Han Sanpin's eyes lit up.
"who?"
"I only know his name, it's Mu Ai."
Chu Ping heard this name from the woman in the unfinished building, and this person seemed to be related to the Weird Tales Association.
Han Sanpin nodded, his expression a little solemn.
"Well, I know, I will keep an eye on this person."
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After Chu Ping came out of the police station, he did not go home directly. Instead, he reached out and stopped a taxi.
"Flea market."
Chu Ping got in the car and directly reported the place name.
Chu Ping, who spent the whole night at No. 44 Xingfu Road, felt like his whole body was falling apart. However, he still had one most important thing to confirm, and that was Lao Xie Tou.
The alienation of Old Xie Tou yesterday has always been a lingering shadow in his heart. Although the alienated Old Xie Tou was devoured by countless innocent souls in the sea of blood, Chu Ping always felt that
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disturbed.
"It would be reassuring to see him with your own eyes."
Chu Ping got in the car and threw his backpack aside, preparing to take this opportunity to take a good rest.
Just as Chu Ping was about to close his eyes, he saw a somewhat familiar face in the rearview mirror, and a pair of eyes staring at him.
Chu Ping lost all sleepiness in an instant.
"Little brother, have I seen you?"
The taxi driver looked through the rearview mirror for a while, and finally remembered that he had seen the other person there.
"You are the soul-searching anchor, and I took you to the happy road yesterday."
Chu Ping's eyes widened. He didn't expect such a coincidence.
"It turns out it's you, eldest brother."
Chu Ping also recognized this taxi driver as the brother who sent him to No. 44 Xingfu Road yesterday.
"Anchor, I found your live broadcast in the live broadcast software yesterday."
Chu Ping was speechless for a while. He didn't expect this big brother to be so down-to-earth and actually went to the live broadcast software to find him.
"I did find an anchor named Xie Guoan, but he was just an old man."
Hearing what the driver brother said, Chu Ping also felt a little strange.
"The old man named Xie Guoan? It can't be such a coincidence, hehe, this old man Xie is quite fashionable."
In Chu Ping's mind, the only person he could think of was the owner of a second-hand bookstall who was a fortune teller part-time.
"What did he live broadcast?"
Chu Ping was a little curious as to whether the live broadcast that the taxi driver brother saw was done by Lao Xie Tou.
"The content of his live broadcast is also quite strange, and his live broadcast method of opening a forum."
After Chu Ping heard this, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
"How to open a live broadcast forum?"
Chu Ping was sure that the person running the live broadcast was definitely the old Shatou he knew.
"Well, at that time, there was a big brother who was angry at the big sword and wanted to see the anchor's way of opening the forum."
Chu Ping later knew it without having to listen, and Lao Xie was furious and became the first one on the list, and immediately started to open the forum.
How to say that, it's not what I want to do, it's just that the other party gave me too much.
"Can the platform allow live streaming?"
Chu Ping was very curious.
"Of course I won't. As soon as the anchor put on the old shabby robe, the live broadcast was forcibly shut down."
Chu Ping was speechless again.
"It seems like we don't have to go to the flea market anymore."
Chu Ping gave a wry smile, and the live broadcast method of opening the forum was probably considered effective.
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The first person in history.
"Did that anchor come on again later?"
Chu Ping wanted to know what happened to old Xie Tou.
The driver brother shook his head.
"I entered the live broadcast room late. What I just said was all seen from the barrage. After his live broadcast room was forcibly closed, I went to watch other live broadcasts. Later, I also paid attention to that
The anchor, as a result, has never been online again."
The taxi stopped slowly.
"Little brother, just tell me the name of your live broadcast room, and I will go and support you."
Chu Ping did not expect that this old man would be such a warm-hearted person.
As soon as the taxi stopped, Chu Ping hurriedly jumped out of the car.
"Sometimes it is painful to meet someone who is too enthusiastic."
The flea market has arrived, and it’s still so lively here.
If the commercial street in Xicheng District is the commercial center of West China City, then this is the commercial center of Beicheng District.
The flea market was crowded with people, and there was an endless stream of people shouting and shouting from both sides.
Chu Ping passed through the crowd and walked directly towards Lao Xie's second-hand bookstall.
Lao Xie Tou's stall is the only one left. The old Mickey Mouse who sold calligraphy, paintings and antiques has gone to who knows where.
But the moment Chu Ping saw Lao Xie's head, his mouth opened wide and he looked at Lao Xie's head in disbelief.
"Old Xie Tou, you are actually live broadcasting!"
At this time, Lao Xie Tou was holding an old book and dancing with his cell phone, as if he wanted to exaggerate about the old book in his hand so that he could sell it at a good price.
Lao Xie had a serious look on his face, and he really seemed to be interacting with Taoist immortals, a great scholar hidden in the bustling city. He occasionally watched the barrage, and then interacted with friends on the Internet.
Chu Ping was curious and wanted to see what was being said on the barrage, so he walked over.
Other anchors' comments are "Wow, you are so handsome", "I like you so much", "Come on" and the like, but Lao Xie Tou's live broadcast room is all about "opening the forum".
Chu Ping almost laughed out loud. It seemed that Lao Xie Tou's way of opening the live broadcast yesterday made him a little angry.
"Old Xie Tou, you seem to be looking much better."
Lao Xie, who was immersed in the live broadcast, turned his head when he heard the voice, and then saw a face with a sincere smile.
