Advocate for the deceased

Chapter 697 Slums (Happy Mother's Day!)

The corner of the fat man's mouth trembled, with an innocent expression on his face.

"Brother Chao, let me tell you about the origin of this Chongqing Chicken Pot, otherwise you will be wronged to death!

Although this store is called Chongqing Chicken Pot, it is not from Chongqing at all, and has nothing to do with CQ City. You can’t find this store in Chongqing. The owner is a true Shanghainese, and his name is Zhang. Chongqing.

The shop he opened sells chicken pots, so it is called Chongqing Chicken Pots, you know it! "

Wang Xuchao stretched out his hands to pinch the fat man's ears, "You brat, you are skin tight, aren't you? You are still showing off your Shanghai dialect in front of me. Treat yourself to dinner at noon today!"

As soon as this remark came out, the fat man froze instantly, and slightly lowered his head to pick at his fingers.

"I'm poor, and I'm doing things for you in the XC district. Of course, you pay for it. Your economy is so tight?
Otherwise, I will tell Sister Zeng that your tests are not in a hurry! "

Wang Xuchao quickly stretched out his hands and grabbed the fat man's shoulders in an instant, as if he was a good brother.

"What are you talking about, go to eat, order whatever you want, order whatever you want, and see if there are any other interesting shops around, shall we order something else?"

Zhou Hai suppressed a smile, and got out of the car with them. The fat man didn't hate Wang Xuchao any more. They had a quick meal and got on the car again. The road traffic was less trafficked.

Bypassing the busiest street, turning from a small road to an old residential area behind Renmin Road, this place is in stark contrast to the bustling roadside. The pavement bricks on the ground have been broken and cannot be distinguished. There are all colors, I don't know how many stubbles have been changed.

The exterior wall of the community has been painted as a whole. The part facing the street is painted as an underwater world. But when you turn to the other side, you can see that there are some cracks on the wall, and the windows in the corridor are still made of wood. .

The fat man widened his small eyes, "Wow, I really haven't been here before, this neighborhood seems to be in the late 90s, why did this happen?"

Wang Xuchao raised his chin towards the commercial street at the intersection.

"Most of the residents here rent out their houses and rent them out to merchants here as warehouses or as tenants. On the contrary, there are very few local people. When we cracked down on the gangsters, we caught people chasing people online here. The building behind Single building!"

Zhou Hai took a look from a distance, and sure enough, a single building there was even more dilapidated, and several people entered the unit building directly according to the address.

When you go in, you are startled. There is a long corridor, and then there are six houses in a row, facing all directions. Old houses with such a design are really rare.

Zhou Hai thought about it for a while, and instantly understood that this is a commercial street in the front, and the back is much higher than the front, so these residential areas were built in an irregular shape following the trend of the commercial houses, and were built according to the terrain.

When they went up to the third floor, Wang Xuchao also hesitated. After all, there was no house number on the door. It happened that a woman came out to throw out trash, so Wang Xuchao asked her politely.

"Sister, let me ask, which room is 303?"

She wrapped her pajamas tightly and moved her chin impatiently to the side.

"Just the yellow door next door, that's 303!"

Before Wang Xuchao could say thank you, the man had already thrown the garbage at the door, turned around and went back to the room. With a bang, the bag of garbage was dumped, and the egg skins and other packaging bags were scattered all over the floor.

Wang Xuchao gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and walked towards the yellow wooden door. The spacious courtyard of Zhang's house, the small second floor is very grand. This place is simply a slum. Just looking at the distance between the two doors, you can tell that this house is a big deal. .

After knocking on the door for a long time, a woman opened the door a gap, grabbed the door handle with one hand, and asked very cautiously:
"Who are you looking for?"

"This is Sun Xianghui's home, right? I'm from the Criminal Police Team of XC District. I called him before."

The woman hesitated for a while before letting go of the door she was holding tightly, but her face did not relax.

As soon as the door was opened, a stuffy air came out. The room was facing the sun, and the temperature was in stark contrast to the corridor. The room was at least thirty degrees Celsius.

The woman signaled them to come in, walked quickly to a room door and closed it tightly, and then returned to the living room, but they sat on the sofa, and there was no room around them.

"There is a child at home, who wakes up whenever there is a sound, and always sleeps restlessly."

Wang Xuchao was not polite, and asked directly, "Who are you, Sun Xianghui?"

"My son, the only begotten son!"

"Isn't your hometown in the southeast?"

The woman shook her head and smiled.

"Our hometown is in the Northeast. We have retired children and have young children, so we came here to help take care of them. My son works in Zhaoyuan, where the water quality is not good, so I decided to buy a house in the southeast. After all, the environment here is good!"

The fat man raised his eyes to look at the woman. Dongnan City is pretty good, surrounded by mountains and sea, with red tiles and green trees.

But the environment they live in now seems to have nothing to do with good characters!
According to the housing prices in Zhaoyuan, if you sell this house, you can buy a [-]-square-meter house in Zhaoyuan, plus a car. What kind of thinking is this?

What's more, I don't work locally, make money in Zhaoyuan, and spend money in the southeast?

The fat man was already dazzled by the woman's theory, he pursed his lips and looked at Zhou Hai, Zhou Hai stood up, it was too hot here, he felt a little uncomfortable, and glanced out the window.

Outside the kitchen on the south side is a long and narrow balcony, where the windows are painted, making the room dark, but still hot and stuffy, the kitchen table is messy, some dried noodles are spilled on the chopping board, and the dishes and chopsticks are piled up in the pool There is already a pond.

Zhou Hai stood at the door of the kitchen with no doubts, and turned to look at the woman.

"Is it just you and the child at home?"

"Well, the two of us are usually at home, and his grandfather is half a year away from retiring, so he will follow him when he retires."

"The space here is very tight. If two adults bring children, Sun Xianghui will have no place to sleep when he comes back!"

The woman looked a little embarrassed, sighed and glanced at the room where the door was closed, then raised her hand and wiped her forehead with a sweat towel.

"It turned out that when the child's mother was still there, every time we came over, the mother would go to stay at her mother's house for a few days.

Now the daughter-in-law can't be found, the child can't let go, and I can't get away, really."

Zhou Hai looked at the woman, there was no sadness on his face, but a trace of exhaustion, it seemed that he was really tired taking care of the child himself.

"The day Zhang Qiaoqiao disappeared, were you here to look after the child?"

The woman nodded and thought about it for a while.

"When she was confinement, I came here for a few days, and then I had something to do in my hometown, so I went back to finish it, and came to live in June.

She calculated that it was time to go to work, but her legs were still uncomfortable and walking was difficult, so she wanted to extend her vacation. After thinking about it, she felt that it seemed unreasonable not to go, and then she went out. Whoever wanted to go out and never came back . "

"Is there anything unusual about Zhang Qiaoqiao?

Such as speech, such as demeanor, such as character? "

(End of this chapter)