Chapter 151 Four Sounds 63 Freedom

On TV, the reporter is interviewing a resident.

It was a white -haired old lady with red armbands. The old lady was very excited to tell reporters: "Oh, I watched TV yesterday, you are all calling to find that big star. I think, what the sound you said, I am familiar! I just think I saw it, I thought, I guess what happened later, I before going to bed, the old man explained to me to eat in the morning in the morning At any time, I suddenly knew, where I have seen the big star you are looking for. "

After the old man finished speaking, he started walking, and the reporter asked her without asking her.

The camera followed the old man's pace, sweeping a pink wall Dai tile. The camera has blue bricks and stone slab bridges. The roadside is a turquoise river. The bricks and tiles appearing on the TV make Lin Chen feel familiar.

Like the dynasty, Mu Ran turned his head and looked at Xun Conglian. He couldn't speak for a long time.

Because the alley where the old man is walking is called Yanjiaxiang, he will pass by every day.

Song Sheng has always lived in where they are very close to them?

How can this be ...

The old lady walked along the river for a while, turned to the left, and entered another alley. Finally, he stopped at the door of the big cake fritter shop in a house.

The camera lens moved to this breakfast signboard, and Lin Chen was shocked again. He almost forgot to breathe. He knew very well that the day before and on the day before the accident, he and Xing Conglian had returned to this store.

They sat opposite, in the shop with a good oil fume, they ate a breakfast.

The cameraman took the hot fritters and the snow -white soy milk, and finally aimed at the owner of the shop.

There were so many people around my door, and some people held microphones and cameras. The boss was very surprised and unexpected: "What's wrong, this is, my old cake fritters finally became famous?"

"Boss Chen, the small kneading worker in your family has not been in the back kitchen?" The old lady asked mysteriously.

As soon as the old lady's words came out, Lin Chen almost bit himself. He finally remembered why he felt that Song was familiar.

He should have seen Song Sheng, the old lady said yes, that is, the cook shop, there is a kneading worker who never speaks.

Sometimes, the dough at the boss Chen is not enough, and if you can't get rid of him, he will shout. The kitchen will come out of the kitchen, the person will put the dough, and then bow your head back to the kitchen again ...

The appearance of the rubbing worker was gradually overlapped in his mind with Song Shengsheng.

Lin Chen thought that in the bustling shop, he must have had such a chance to pass by with Songsheng once or twice. Perhaps Song had a glance at him, maybe he glanced at Song Sheng, why did he not remember early What about this?

But is it really the sound of Song?

There is no rivet on the whole body and the silver hair of the maverick, the face of the kneading work is dim and the skin is cracked. There is no trace of the past from head to toe.

Lin Chenzhen has imagined many kinds of Songsheng's now. He even preferred to be a crazy sister -in -law like Li Jingtian's revenge as he was afraid, and did not want Song Sheng to become like this. angry……

The once -proud soul is beaten into hell, will it really become humble, is it uniformly face -to -face?

Lin Chen covered his face with both hands and was extremely uncomfortable.

He felt a sinking shoulder, and his punishment did not know when he put his hand on his shoulders. He looked up and punished his shoulder, as if consolation.

Xing Conglian looked at him, but said to the dynasty: "The dynasty, immediately found Boss Chen's phone."

The young man nodded his upper body, nodded, rushed to the desk to open the laptop: "Brother Ah Chen, know Boss Chen's full name?"

"I don't know." Lin Chen contemplated for a moment, saying, "This cake shop must have the industrial and commercial bureau and the health bureau filed, you check it."

During the live broadcast, the boss Ma slipped the banknotes. When he was looking for a zero gap, he thought about answering the old lady's question just now: "You say he, leave."

"What, people are gone?" The reporter asked, "Are you sure, when did you leave?"

"It's gone, I left work yesterday, what's the matter, is this, the TV show tracing show?" The boss wiped his hand on the apron, and asked unknown.

"Lao Chen, you didn't read yesterday's news, the big things of heaven!" The old lady shouted with a throat, hated iron and steel.

"My television my little grandson takes advantage of watching the bear. What news can I watch?" The boss lowered his head and continued to roll noodles.

The old lady took a heavy photo of the boss's arm: "That's the sound of Song !!! The once -famous star, did you watch your ID card when you use someone? Is he called that name, is it Song Sheng?"

Boss Chen laughed and laughed: "What big star, how can we be a star, and you haven't seen Aguan ..."

Listening to the boss said that, the reporter was a little disappointed: "Isn't it? His name is Aguan? But why did he leave after get off work yesterday? Do you know the details in it?"

"Well." The boss stopped suddenly and looked at the reporter a little puzzledly, "He said that he called Aguan, but said it ... he was really anxious yesterday, and I said that he had to pay him. Then I chased out, he actually got on the big side ... "

After hearing this, the reporter's eyes brightened again, and he excited again: "Have you really seen his ID card, isn't it Song's voice?"

Boss Chen smashed his mouth and waved his hand: "Where is our small shop so troublesome, just be honest and willing to do it. He has three months of class in me. The star looks like. "

"In other words, you don't know who he is?"

"Of course I know, he is Aguan!"

The reporter then turned around, and said very excitedly to the live broadcast of the live broadcast: "Dear audience friends, Mr. Song Shengsheng's traces are becoming confusing. Whether the cake shop migrant worker is the former king of songs, please lock in Hongjing TV station. track."

The boss was confused, he grabbed his face, then put into the camera, and suddenly said, "Oh right, the person who opened the big run left me a phone call, do you want it?"

"Want! Thank you!" The reporter was almost happy because of the exclusive exclusive to the TV.

At the same time, the dynasty shouted in front of the computer, "Boss, found it!"

"Call." Xing Conglian said one word.

The dynasty hurriedly called the phone. In the news live broadcast, the boss was strangely pulled out the note from his pants pockets. The ringtone then sounded. He first handed the note to reporters, and then answered the phone.

"Hello Boss Chen, I am the captain of the Hongjing Police Force. My name is Conglian. Please take back the note. Do not reveal any content to reporters. There will be our colleagues who will pick you up to the police station. Please rest assured, just ask for a routine inquiry. "

In the picture, the reporter has opened the note.

Boss Chen heard the words, and quickly reached out and grabbed the note back, as if a absurd comedy. He said in front of the camera torture and said, "Captain Criminal Captain, I grabbed the paper back. Don't give it! "

"Thank you, also, please send me the phone on the paper as soon as possible."

After finishing the prison, hanging up the phone, and also took a piece of paper from his pocket, and there was a circle of soup bowls on the paper. It was the wanted order that he had previously matched under the bowl. He slowly opened the wanted order, and the strangely beautiful scene of the name was smiling at them in the painting.

Lin Chen's brows were locked, and someone picked up Song's voice with Mercedes -Benz, who was that person, and never the fearful beauty.

Cong Cong turned his head to look at him and asked, "Don't you worry about the same thing as me?"

Lin Chen could only nod.

Native

Song Sheng is almost an incredible coincidence in the cake shop where they occasionally go to breakfast, but if this is not a coincidence, the incident has begun to approach the scope of the thriller. Surprise.

They packed quickly, and the punishment and the dynasty stuffed everything into the backpack at a speed of marching. During the cleaning period, the call of Xing Conglian had never broken. The task was to send someone to Yanjiaxiang to pick up Boss Chen, and then said to the colleagues on the phone: "The person who brought the test department went to the cake shop to see if there was any fingerprint left by the Aguan, scan a test. . Also, I have photos here, you can let people recognize when you see Boss Chen, see if it is the one who picks up Song Sheng. "

After he said, he hung up the phone again, took a photo for the wanted order, and passed it again.

After all this was done, Xing Conglian's mobile phone text message rang. He clicked on the information, and a string of 13-digit phone numbers was sent by the previous bakery owner.

"Consultant Lin thinks, do we want to make this call right now?" Xing Conglian asked him, looking at the number.

Lin Chen fell into deep thought, this is really a difficult question to judge, so Rao Shixing Conglian hesitated.

Judging from the move of the other party to leave a phone call, the other party obviously hopes that they can contact him, and this shows from the other side that although the other party may have picked up Song Shengsheng, he is not afraid that they know about it, and Song Shengsheng is also willing to talk to the other party. Let's go, this shouldn't be kidnapping, so what is all this about?

"Consultant Lin."

Xing Conglian called him again.

Lin Chen thought for a while, but still said, "Anyway, the reporter has seen the phone number, and he may have been in contact with the phone now, so let's wait and see."

Xing Conglian nodded, as if agreeing with his judgment.

Soon they took the jeep of Xing Conglian and hurried to Hongjing.

Lin Chen sat in the back seat with the dynasty, and he could no longer look at the cute little pink strawberry T-shirt the young man was wearing.

When the vehicle started, Dynasty put his hands on the keyboard, but he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Brother Achen, I... what do I want to check?"

Lin Chen pinched the bridge of his nose and said to the dynasty, "Let's look at the online situation first, then search the surrounding surveillance, and try to see if we can be sure that Ah Guan from the bakery is the Song Shengsheng we are looking for?"

Xing Conglian tuned the car radio channel to Hongjing Broadcasting, the host's magnetic and gentle voice flowed out, and he said a little excitedly: "The news about the former singer Song Shengsheng touched the hearts of our hundreds of millions of fans, just now, we Hongjing The host of Jing TV has already called the mysterious Mr. Song who took Song Shengsheng away, and our director has cut the audio information all the way over, let us hold our breath and wait quietly."

The host said this almost in a chant-like tone. When he recited the three words Song Shengsheng, he was full of reverence.

The call waiting tone sounded one after another.

The phone was finally connected, and everyone's heart was in their throats.

In a very calm and humble voice streaming from the car stereo, he said, "Hello, hello."