As a local policeman, is it appropriate for you to take over the job of a criminal policeman?

Zhao Youquan is pretty good. He has become a thorn in the eyes of men.

"You said just now that he would wear strange clothes? What do you mean?" When Ye Lin heard the word strange clothes, he thought of the women's clothes in Zhao Youquan's closet.

The old man curled his lips in disdain when he said this, "It's the kind of clothes that old women wear. An old man wearing women's clothes is really shameless."

Ye Lin flipped through some photos on his phone. These were photos of the clothes in Zhao Youquan's closet. Ye Lin flipped through the album and showed it to the old man, "Are these the clothes?"

The old man took a look and said in surprise: "No, what crime did Lao Zhao commit that he had to go to his house to take pictures?"

"Answer well."

"Yes, that's all. Anyway, he's handsome, and those old ladies like him so much when he wears these. They all feel like hugging him like they're hugging their sisters."

"Tsk, you're just deceiving yourself." Old Zhao complained a few words.

Ye Lin's heart tightened, "You said those women said hugging him was like hugging a sister, is that true?"

"Yes, they all say that if you hug another man, people will gossip about you. But when Lao Zhao wears women's clothes, people won't gossip about him so much."

Ye Lin looked back at Yu Haifeng, who interrupted and asked, "Does this Lao Zhao like men?"

"She doesn't like men!" The old man spat, "He's just pretending."

"He just uses this clothing to get close to people, and after they get familiar with each other, he still touches them. I've seen it several times."

Lao Zhao gestured a few times and said, "Here, that's it. When you hold them, just touch them a few times. Those old ladies are so happy."

Then according to what this old man said, at least it means that Zhao Youquan is not a homosexual, and wearing women's clothes is just his disguise.

From this perspective, Zhao Youquan's collection of women's clothing is very purposeful and not just a matter of personal interest.

"Then who is familiar with him? Please name them one by one and don't leave any out." Ye Lin held the pen and felt that he had gained a lot this time. At least he had a more comprehensive understanding of Zhao Youquan.

"He knows too many people, but there are only a few who are very close to him." The old man pondered for a while.

"A woman called Sister Wang, who is in her 50s, is said to be a wealthy woman. Her husband died and she has no children. She is very happy to be coaxed by Lao Zhao and often sticks to him."

"There is also a girl named Zhang Jie, who is in her 40s and seems to own a shop. She is also single and likes to hang out with Lao Zhao."

As Old Zhao was talking, Ye Lin interrupted and asked, "Do you have a specific name?"

"No, after all, those who come here are here to flirt with us, so they usually just say their last name, not their given name."

"Okay, let's continue."

"That's all. These two are the ones who are most fascinated by him. I don't know about the others. Most of them are just flirting with him. These two fought for him." When the old man talked about fighting, an excited expression appeared on his face. He suddenly forgot that the two people in front of him were policemen.

"You know, although Sister Zhang and Sister Wang have been here before, we didn't know each other. We only got to know each other after Old Zhao came here."

"Mr. Zhao originally thought that with his charm, it would be easy to handle two women, but he didn't expect that these two women were quite strong."

"The two of them had a quarrel over Lao Zhao in the dance hall one day, and then they started fighting."

"Oh, you didn't see it. He was beaten so badly. His hair was pulled out and his clothes were torn. We couldn't stop him."

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he was the one fighting.

Ye Lin circled the word "fight" heavily on his notebook: Fight!

If these two women can fight for Zhao Youquan, it is not ruled out that they can kill him. After all, there are too many cases of love turning into hate.

"When did the fight happen, and did they fight again afterwards?" Ye Lin tapped his pen.

The old man looked up and thought for a while. "It was about a month ago. I forgot the exact date. After the fight, they were like enemies. Anyway, every time they met, they would quarrel or glare at each other."

"For an old man, I really don't know why, alas." Old Zhao sighed.

Ye Lin wrote it down roughly, "Anything else?"

"No, that's all."

Ye Lin tore off a piece of paper, wrote down his phone number and handed it to the old man, "Call me if you remember anything. The information you provided is very useful."

Old Zhao took the phone number a little awkwardly, a little overwhelmed, and said with a silly smile: "Comrade police, am I considered a good citizen?"

"Okay, you can do it." Ye Lin smiled and patted his shoulder.

Then Ye Lin took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it over, "Are the Sister Zhang and Sister Wang you mentioned just now here today?"

"I haven't been here for the past two days." The old man even looked inside deliberately, which made Ye Lin feel that this old man looked a bit like the spy he used to be.

After greeting the old man, they bought a ticket and went in, sitting down pretending to be guests.

The lights in the dance hall were dim, and a large dance light was flashing on the ceiling, setting the atmosphere perfectly.

As soon as the two sat down, a boss-like man came over and asked with a hint of confusion, "Are you two here to dance?"

"Are you the boss?" Ye Lin said with a smile.

"Ah, I'm Yang Dazhi, the boss here."

"Oh, we heard from our friends that there is such a nostalgic dance hall here, so we wanted to come and take a look." Ye Lin explained.

"Look? The customers who come here are generally over 50 years old. You don't look that age." The boss was a little alert.

Ye Lin stood up, hugged the boss, and whispered in his ear: "We just like older girls, understand?"

The boss looked as if he had suddenly realized something, and said in a vulgar tone: "I understand, men, different people have different tastes. Then you take a seat and see what drinks you want."

"Let's have a dozen beers first and sit down for a while."

"It's a good idea."

The boss quickly served the two of them a dozen beers and then went on to entertain other people.

Ye Lin looked around the dance hall. Most of the people there were middle-aged and elderly people, some of whom had gray hair. Wow, that was quite trendy.

After these people come in, most of them will order a beer or a drink, and usually they won’t order a fruit plate. It seems that people like to save money when they get older.

Different from discos for young people, the songs played here are old songs from the 1970s and 1980s with a slower tempo.

In the dance floor in the middle of the ballroom, several old men and women were dancing a slow dance together, with their hands on their waists or shoulders, looking relatively normal.

The two had just sat down for a while when they saw the boss waving to an older woman in the distance, and then pointing at Ye Lin and the other person.