Lin Qiye and others had just walked out of the airport in plain clothes and were standing on the street preparing to take a taxi. Baili Pangpang beside them picked up the phone:
"Hello? Secretary Sun? Yes, we are here. Come over."
Baili Pangpang hung up the phone, and soon a stretched Lincoln drove to the side of the road. A middle-aged man with gray temples got out of the car and bowed slightly to Baili Pangpang:
"I've kept you waiting for a long time. Please get in the car."
Lin Qiye said in surprise: "You have arranged a car again? Why do you have a car everywhere you go?"
"No, it just so happens that there is a branch of our Baili family here in Linjiang, so I transferred the car of the boss of this branch to use it." Baili Pangpang chuckled,
"It's not that I'm too arrogant and don't want to take a taxi. The main reason is that I don't carry cash with me. It's too troublesome to buy a taxi company every time I check out."
Lin Qiye:......
Lin Qiye and others got into the car, reported a place name, and the car started slowly.
Baili Pangpang leaned on the car seat, turned his head and stared at the gloomy sky outside the window, frowning slightly.
"Do you ever feel like... there's something wrong with this city?"
Baili Pangpang's sudden question made everyone in the car stunned. An Qingyu looked around through the car window and said in confusion:
"What's wrong?"
"It's just that... the yin energy seems a bit heavy?"
"The yin energy is heavy?" Cao Yuan was stunned, and after carefully looking at the roadside for a moment, he suddenly realized, "Indeed, there are many beauties in Linjiang City, and they wear very cool clothes."
Baili Pangpang's mouth twitched, "I'm not talking about this kind of Yin Qi, but Feng Shui!"
"When did you understand Taoist Feng Shui?" Cao Yuanhu asked.
"...I just thought about it when I had nothing to do."
Baili Pangpang answered vaguely.
Lin Qiye closed his eyes, slowly opened them after a few seconds, shook his head and said:
"Within the range of my mental perception, there is nothing strange in the city... not even a 'mysterious' one. Could it be that you are too worried?"
Baili Pangpang looked out the window, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and he withdrew his gaze and lowered his head in thought.
My own cultivation, Dao and fruit have not returned yet... Could it be that I really made a mistake?
"During this period, the weather in Linjiang City has indeed been not very good." Secretary Sun, who was sitting in the driver's seat, promptly reminded, "Umbrellas have been prepared for everyone. Please remember to bring them with you later."
After getting off the elevated highway and driving for about an hour, the vehicle stopped at a remote street.
Lin Qiye walked out of the car with an umbrella. In front of him was a stretch of low residential buildings. From a geographical point of view, this place should belong to the suburbs of Linjiang City.
Baili Pangpang and others followed Lin Qiye and glanced around:
"Is this it? It feels like these are all old houses that no one lives in..."
"A month or two ago, this place was designated as a demolition area by the Li Group. The residents have moved out one after another. I don't know if the person you are looking for is still there." Secretary Sun explained in a timely manner.
"Demolition? We won't be too late, right?"
"It's possible...Qiye, where is the address of Brother Yan's house?"
"In the alley." Lin Qiye recalled the files he had read, "No. 83, Dongtan Lane."
"Get your image in order, and don't let anything slip when you face Brother Yan's relatives later, do you understand?"
"Don't worry, we are comrades in the same camp as Brother La." Baili Pangpang patted his chest, "I won't betray you, let's go."
Lin Qiye and others followed the dilapidated house numbers and walked along the muddy alley, finally stopping in front of a rusty fence gate.
Their eyes glanced at the erected plaque, and everyone froze on the spot.
"Qiye, are you sure this is it? You remember correctly?" Baili Pangpang asked with his eyes widened.
"...It shouldn't be wrong."
"Hanshan Orphanage?" Cao Yuan's face was full of confusion, "Why is it an orphanage? Didn't Brother Yan tell you... to go home and see his relatives for him?"
"Wait a minute, I'll make a call to confirm."
Even Lin Qiye, who had always been very confident in his memory, was a little unsure. He immediately walked aside and took out his phone and contacted someone from the Night Watch Archives Department.
A few minutes later, Lin Qiye came over with a complicated expression.
"Yes, that's it." Lin Qiye said slowly, "Brother Yan's night watchman file has his address written here. According to the verification by the civil servants who reviewed the file, he is indeed an orphan.
Brother Drag said he wanted me to go home for him, which was probably just an excuse to trick us out of hell."
Upon hearing these words, the alley fell into a dead silence.
After a long time, Cao Yuan asked: "Then what should we do now?"
Lin Qiye glanced at the plaque at the door that was almost too rusted to see the name. He was silent for a moment and sighed:
"Anyway, this is where Brother La grew up. Since we are here and there are people inside, let's go in and have a look."
Seeing that no one had any objections, Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and shook the iron door. The rust rubbed against the iron door, making a harsh creaking sound.
"Who?"
"I don't know...I'll go take a look!"
"It's not like that bunch of thugs again, is it?"
A few childish voices came from the courtyard inside the door. A girl wearing a red coat and a red face carefully poked her head out from behind the door, her eyes fell on Cao Yuan, and she cried immediately:
"It's a gangster! Those gangsters are here again!! And they're even more vicious than before!"
Cao Yuan:??????
Soon, an old man in his sixties, wearing reading glasses and hunched over, walked out of the old house. He was holding an iron rod in his hand, his face was horizontal, and he looked very tough:
"Didn't you tell me?! We won't move! Why are you still coming? Are you really a boss and easy to bully?!"
Before he finished speaking, he raised the iron rod and slammed the iron gate and fence.
Hearing a muffled sound, the old man's hand holding the stick trembled, his face suddenly stiffened, and he silently put his hands behind his back.
"I'm warning you, uncle, I'm old. If you touch me, I can blackmail you to death!" He raised his head forcefully.
"...Sir, don't get me wrong, we are not bad people."
Lin Qiye pulled the ugly-faced Cao Yuan behind him and asked as gently as possible: "Excuse me, do you know Shen Qingzhu?"
Hearing the words Shen Qingzhu, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Who are you?" He frowned and looked at the strange young people in front of him suspiciously.
Seeing the old man's reaction, Lin Qiye knew that he had come to the right place and repeated the words he had prepared:
"We are Shen Qingzhu's comrades in the same camp. We are on vacation from the camp this time, so we came here to express our condolences on his behalf."
"Boy Shen's comrade?"
The old man raised his brows and his expression obviously softened a lot. He hesitated for a moment and reached out to open the iron door: