Looking at the flyer in Shang Jianyao's hand, Jiang Baimian's psychological quality was a little stunned.

When Bai Chen and Long Yuehong were in place, she had imagined the possibilities behind opening the door, but she never expected to see this familiar and unfamiliar thing.

"Lei Yunsong and the others' disappearance is related to the group of madmen who promote knowledge and are toxic?" Jiang Baimian muttered to himself, full of doubts.

Just a minute ago, there still seemed to be no connection between the two!

"Did they give up thinking?" Shang Jianyao's rebellious question was a bit abrupt, like a mathematical proof problem without intermediate steps.

"...At present, there is a possibility." Jiang Baimian thought for several seconds, nodded slightly.

She then added:

"This is just a guess for the time being. We cannot determine now that this leaflet was accidentally left out by Lin Feifei and the others, or was deliberately placed to mislead the investigators."

"As long as one of the members of the organization can be found, the problem will be solved." Shang Jianyao gave his own plan quite seriously.

"Then you can get in, attend the party, eat and drink, collect clues, and find the truth?" Jiang Baimian helped the merchant Jian Yao complete the entire plan.

This sounds a bit absurd, like a child playing house, but with Shang Jianyao's ability, everything is possible.

"With the IQ they showed, I can become the one who distributes the food." Shang Jianyao glanced at the flyer in his hand, raised his right arm, and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Baimian laughed and reminded him:

“Illiteracy does not mean low IQ.”

"Those who believe in this set of rhetoric will definitely be easy to cheat." Shang Jianyao was quite confident.

"That's true. Those who can become part of this organization are screened and easily deceived. Well, they should be easily scared and guided." Jiang Baimian nodded slightly and turned to laugh, "Aren't you worried about lying to their organizers, because they are too easy to deceive and even save food?"

"It's too much!" Shang Jianyao was immediately indignant.

Jiang Baimian pondered for a few seconds and said:

"If you are serious, you should be careful.

"Lei Yunsong, Lin Feifei and the others are definitely not stupid, there is no doubt about this, but why are they getting involved with such a group of people?

"I'm worried that if you really want to get in, your IQ will be pulled to the overall level of that organization.

"This is not a joke, the Awakened abilities are quite weird and terrifying."

"Pollution is mutual." Shang Jianyao responded solemnly.

Jiang Baimian was speechless for a moment.

She immediately walked to the window, opened a glass, waved her hands to Bai Chen and Long Yuehong below, signaling them not to be fully alert.

Then, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao searched the room again, but could not find any more clues.

Immediately afterwards, they opened the room opposite with tools.

——This is also a place suspected to be Lin Feifei’s residence.

The room was very messy, and all kinds of items were placed everywhere, emitting a faint smell of mold and wetness.

In comparison, the only table has the cleanest surface, mainly books, paper and a pen wrapped in the middle with transparent tape for several circles.

During the inspection, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian found that most of the stacks of books were stamped from the Wildcaocheng Public Library, and the few books that were not found were shady and dirty, old and tattered. I don’t know where I got them.

Not long after, they determined what kind of person they were living in this room:

In a simple family consisting of parents and a child, the father seems to be doing physical work, the mother is sewing clothes for others at home, and the child is eleven or twelve years old and is learning knowledge by himself.

"Such people shouldn't believe those crazy people." Jiang Baimian made the final conclusion.

In other words, this is not the target room and you can leave.

Shang Jianyao nodded, suddenly walked to the table, and picked up the pen.

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Baimian gave up on guessing Shang Jianyao's idea.

"Correction of homework." Shang Jianyao said without looking back.

"...It may be too late to go. If you miss the follow-up clues, the investigation may be interrupted." Jiang Baimian did not directly call Shang Jianyao back with the authority of the team leader, but instead put forward the facts and reasoning.

Shang Jianyao thought for a moment, nodded while burying his body, and quickly wrote a few words on the paper.

In just a few seconds, he put down his pen and turned around and came back.

Jiang Baimian turned his body sideways and looked at the table. He saw four more upright words on the paper:

"Study hard"

Jiang Baimian immediately laughed softly.

When she left this room and locked the door again, she muttered:

"This will scare them."

"Fear is also a motivation." Shang Jianyao said calmly.

"..." Jiang Baimian looked at this guy with a squinted eyes and said "I don't have to always make my thoughts so complicated."

While talking, the two left the building and arrived at the entrance and exit of the yard located in Huangjiao Alley.

There is also a booth here, where an old man wrapped in a dark blue old cotton jacket sits inside.

His face has many wrinkles, his skin is rough like an orange peel, but his hair is not sparse at all, and it is not even white.

This makes people completely unable to judge his age from the outside.

Without Jiang Baimian giving any more instructions, Shang Jianyao walked over and shouted with a smile:

"uncle."

The old man in the door hurriedly put the military green cotton hat in his hand on his head and muttered:

"Don't shout so intimately, just say something, and give money if you have any questions."

Shang Jianyao calmly repeated the words "You are a man, I am a man too."

The old man's eyebrows suddenly became active, he raised his hand and pointed diagonally opposite him:

"Here, there are quite a few that building."

Shang Jianyao did not correct the other party's "reasoning deviation", took out Lin Feifei's photo and said:

"Have you seen this person?"

"See." The old man's voice became a little louder, "Don't think about it, don't think about it anymore, she didn't come out to sell it."

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice:

"I suspect she is the mistress of a noble man on North Street who is raised here. Every few days a man will come to find her."

"How do you know?" Shang Jianyao asked curiously.

The old man smiled:

"I live in the same building or the same floor, how could I not know?"

"Then do you know Lao Zheng?" Shang Jianyao changed the problem for no reason.

The old man in Hongluo Lane said that most of the things related to Lin Feifei were told by Lao Zheng.

The old man was stunned for a moment:

"I am Lao Zheng."

"Ah, that's all right." Shang Jianyao returned to the topic, "Does she live in the room near Huangjiao Alley?"

"Yes." Lao Zheng was very sure.

Shang Jianyao continued to ask:

"What does that man look like when I always look for her?"

"It's impossible to say this. He always wears a hat, holds a collar, and has a mask on his face. He is sneaky, and he looks like he has an identity and doesn't want to be exposed." Old Zheng recalled, "He is quite tall, uh... a few centimeters shorter than you."

Shang Jianyao turned around and asked:

"Have you seen this woman in the photo today?"

"I've seen it, I look like I'm just eight o'clock." Lao Zheng smiled, "She wore a mask at that time and the baseball cap was pressed very low. People who are not familiar with her will definitely not recognize her, but I can confirm that she goes in and out every day by just relying on the outline."

Obviously, this old man paid special attention to Lin Feifei.

"Where has she been?" Shang Jianyao asked.

Lao Zheng shook his head:

“How do I know?

“I saw her walking towards South Street with a large bag of things.

"I'm holding a black travel bag..."

Hearing this, Jiang Baimian was extremely sure that Lin Feifei had transferred.

Whether Liu Dazhuang dies or not, she will transfer.

After asking a few more details, Shang Jianyao took out a bag of compressed biscuits and handed them to Lao Zheng.
To be continued...