Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

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Cheng Yuanzheng gulped down the wontons. The early morning breakfast stall was deserted, the temperature was a little low, and white mist came out of the wonton bowls.

"Come back, young man? You got up so early. I told you to wait a little longer, and I'll give you another bowl."

The stall owner just set up his stall, took a while to heat up the stove, and kindly brought over a bowl of hot wontons.

"Thank you uncle, this wonton is really good, I'm thinking about ordering another bowl."

Cheng Yuanzheng thanked him loudly and ate happily.

Came to City B overnight by train, got off the train and ate a bowl of steaming wontons, warmed from the stomach to the limbs, that was comforting!

"My family's wonton skins are thin and filled with plenty of oil and water. They are boiled in high broth. The seasoning is a secret recipe handed down from the ancestors. It has been handed down for many years, and they are basically repeat customers. You came early today by chance. After a while, the seats are full, and you have to wait." line up."

The young man who helped the stall owner brought over another bowl of wontons and introduced them in a confident manner.

Cheng Yuanzheng thanked him with a smile and took it, looking directly at his face, but still couldn't see clearly.

Customers came to eat breakfast one after another, and the stall owner and his son got busy, greeting regular customers from time to time.

"The boss settles the accounts."

After Cheng Yuanzheng wiped his mouth after eating, he got up, and the seat was taken by the guests waiting next to him.

Cheng Yuanzheng was not annoyed, the wontons were delicious, and it was inevitable that the business would be booming.

"I'm looking for your money, the wontons are a little hot, be careful."

The young man neatly took out a two-cent banknote with a bamboo clip and handed it back to him, and put the freshly cooked wontons with soup in a plastic bag, wrapped them in two layers and handed them over, not forgetting to give his thoughtful instructions.

Cheng Yuanzheng took the money and put it in his pocket, and asked with the wonton in his hand, "Where is the Public Security Bureau going?"

The young man gave him a surprised look, and saw that he looked like a handsome man and did not look like a bad guy, so he smiled and pointed the way.

"It's not far. Turn left at the intersection ahead, and you'll be there after walking a hundred meters or so."

Cheng Yuanzheng thanked him and walked away.

Cheng Yuanzheng entered the Public Security Bureau, asked the police officer on duty to explain the situation, and wanted to contact the comrades in the household registration department to help check the files.

The little policeman thanked him for the early wonton, and unceremoniously ate it while it was hot. After taking the photo and looking it over, he almost spit it out!

"Who do you think this is?"

Cheng Yuanzheng was startled by his yelling, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he asked while explaining.

"He Manshan's family in City A, what's wrong? Did you recognize someone?"

The little policeman looked at him strangely, and it didn't look like he was deliberately teasing himself. He put down the spoon and flicked the photo with his fingers.

"You bought this wonton from the old Guo's wonton stall on Nanbian Street, right? I am familiar with the taste, and I am a regular customer there."

Cheng Yuanzheng nodded in acknowledgment, waiting for his next words.

"Boss Guo's son didn't go out with his father today?"

The little policeman asked again, with a strange tone.

Cheng Yuanzheng quickly grasped the key point.

"You mean, his son looks like the person in the photo?!"

What a coincidence! There is no place to find when you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

"Didn't you see it?" The little policeman asked suspiciously, not understanding why he was so excited.

Cheng Yuanzheng coughed twice in a disguised manner, and opened his mouth as an excuse to come.

"No, I'm just worried that I have a prejudice in my heart and I can't read it correctly, so I want to find more people to confirm it. If you think it is the same, then I can rest assured. By the way, if you help me adjust Malanju's file, it will be fine. pair of photos."

The criminal policeman became interested and stopped eating, so he called his girlfriend from the household registration department to come over, opened the office to check the files, and compared them with the photos.

"Huh? This Malanju looks a bit like the little girl in the photo."

The female police officer was the first to see the clue, and yelled in surprise.

"Really?" Cheng Yuanzheng's eyes lit up, and the prediction came true, but he asked in confirmation.

The female policeman was not sure when he asked her this question, she looked at her boyfriend on duty in the criminal investigation team for help.

The criminal policeman rubbed his chin and pondered.

"I understand your concerns. How about this, I'll go to the technical department to see if there are any overtime workers. They have sharp eyes and can recognize them more accurately."