Hanging off the phone, Zhao Ming returns to the room and finds Han Fei and Zhang Xiaotian sliding the phone screen.

“What are you doing?”

“I scan the picture and search it in the database. The results will be available in a moment…Here it is!” Zhang Xiaotian looks at the face on the screen with his expression being strange.

“Is this person the shopkeeper you say?”

“Yes, it’s him.”

“Well, he is a grave keeper in the old city, but it is recorded that the old man passed away three days ago” Zhang Xiaotian slides the page to the end and shows it to Han Fei.

It is impossible that the database of the Intellectual Brain System is wrong. Han Fei looks at the gray photo of the old man, completely frozen.

“We hope you can go to the police station with us for further investigation.”

“Before that, I hope to see the antique street by myself.” Han Fei feels messed up now.

……

At 9:00 AM, Han Fei comes to the police station in a poor mental state.

Zhao Ming goes to report to the captain. Zhang Xiaotian leads Han Fei into the interrogation room.

“It is a mistake. I haven’t even lit firecrackers, let alone set fire to the street.”

“Be quiet. Don’t you know whether you have committed a crime or not?” A woman’s voice sounds in the interrogation room

Looking back, the first thing Han Fei sees is a pair of black Martin boots on the table, and then slender legs wearing black jeans.

There is a young woman with a very good figure sitting there. “I heard that you burned a whole street; what a ruthless guy.”

“Bullshit! I'm different from you criminals, I'm here to assist the police find the truth. There must be a power behind the throne.”

“a power behind the throne?” The young woman seems to know something interesting. “It requires careful planning to burn an entire street. Only if the fire was set in multiple fire points at the same time can make sure the fire spread quickly enough.”

“The on-site monitoring has nothing but you, which feels as if you come to light as a scapegoat.” The young woman concludes.

“Finally meet someone who understands.”

“It is a simple logic. But there is no smoke without fire.” The young woman has a sharp instinct.

“I don’t do anything wrong!” Han Fei thinks of what happened last night and feels that it is a miracle to survive: “I used to believe that when god closes a door, he opens a window.”

“And now?”

“I think he has not only sealed my door and windows but also put a ghost in my house.”

“You seem to live a miserable life.”

Perhaps both are in the same boat, their conversation is smooth. Han Fei even voices his suspicions about Meng Shi’s house.

“Your reasoning is fine. There must be a freezer hidden in her house. But considering the body factor, I think it is not her but her family is the murderer.”

“I think so!”

“What is the old lady’s name? I can check it for you when I’m out.” The young woman believes Han Fei’s words.

“Her name is Meng Shi, in her seventies, silver hair. And she has a grandson named Coco.”

“Okay, here is my phone number. We can keep in contact by phone in the future.”

“Thank you. Then when can you go out?”

“If you are in a hurry, I can go out now.” The young woman stands up and walks to the door.

“Boom!”

The door is kicked open, which confuses Han Fei. “Is it okay?”

The young woman walks out. Then a roar is coming: “Li Xue! You're getting unruly! I’m going to call your leader!”

It is until now that Han Fei understands that the young woman is a policeman.