Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Cheng Yuanzheng slurped and ate the wontons. The early morning stalls were deserted and the temperature was a bit low. White mist appeared on the bowls of wontons.

"The young man, come back? Get up so early. Ask you to wait a little longer and give you another bowl."

The stall owner just set up the stall, it took a while for the stove to boil water, and kindly sent another bowl of hot wontons.

"Thank you, uncle, this wonton is really good, I still want to have one more bowl."

Cheng Yuanzheng thanked him and ate happily.

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

"My ravioli has thin skin and big stuffing, enough oil and water, and cooked in stock. The seasoning is a secret recipe handed down from the ancestors. After so many years of craftsmanship, they are basically repeat customers. Line up."

The young man who helped the stall owner brought in another bowl of wontons and introduced them with full air.

Cheng Yuanzheng smiled and thanked him for accepting it, staring directly at his face, still unable to see clearly.

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

"The boss settles the bill."

Cheng Yuanzheng swiped his mouth before he got together, and his position was occupied by the waiting guests next to him.

Cheng Yuanzheng was not annoyed either. The wontons were delicious and the business was inevitable.

"I am looking for your money, the wontons are a bit hot, please be careful."

The young man neatly took out a two-corner banknote with a bamboo clip and handed it back to him. He put the wontons and soup in a plastic bag that had just been out of the pot, put them in two layers, and handed them over, not forgetting to give a thoughtful advice.

Cheng Yuanzheng took the money and put it in his pocket, carrying wontons to inquire: "Where is the Public Security Bureau going?"

The young man glanced at him in surprise, and saw that he was not like a bad guy, he smiled and showed the way.

"Not far. Turn left at the front intersection and walk a hundred meters ahead and you will be there."

Cheng Yuanzheng thanked him and strolled away.

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

The little policeman thanked him for his wonton early, and he bluntly ate it while it was hot. He took the photo and looked at it, and it almost spewed out!

"Who do you think this is?"

Cheng Yuanzheng was taken aback by his wailing voice, his mind flashed, and he asked while explaining.

"What's the matter with the Hemanshan family in City A? Do you recognize people?"

The little policeman looked at him weirdly. It didn't look like he was deliberately making him feel bored. He put down his spoon and flicked the photo with his fingers.

"You bought this wonton from the Lao Guo's wonton stall on the south street? I know the taste. I'm an old customer there."

Cheng Yuanzheng nodded and admitted, waiting for his next words.

"Boss Guo, his son didn't go to the stall with his dad today?"

The little policeman asked again, in a strange tone.

Cheng Yuanzheng quickly grasped the key points.

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

What a coincidence! There is nowhere to be found after breaking through the iron shoes, and it is all effortless!

"You didn't see it?" the little policeman asked suspiciously, not understanding why his excitement came from.

Cheng Yuanzheng coughed twice under the guise, opening his mouth as an excuse.

"No, I'm just worried that I have prejudices in my heart and I can't read them correctly, so I want to find more people to confirm it. If you feel like it, then I can rest assured. By the way, you can help me adjust Ma Lanju's files. For a pair of photos."

The little detective got interested, and stopped eating. He called and called his girlfriend from the household registration department to come over, opened the office to adjust the files, and compared the photos.

"Huh? This Ma Lanju is a bit like the little girl in the photo."

The policewoman was the first to see the clue and shouted in surprise.

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

When the policewoman was asked by him, she was not sure, so she looked at her boyfriend on duty in the criminal investigation team for help.

The little detective touched his chin and pondered.

"I understand your concerns. Let's go to the technical department to see if there are anyone working overtime. They have sharp eyes and can recognize them more accurately."