On the live stream, I committed the perfect crime

"Does anyone know where she went? I heard that Boss Su had to work three jobs a day in addition to this one to pay for his sister's medical treatment. Maybe she had something urgent to do at work, so she left first."

"You asked me about the locations of Boss Su's other two jobs. I don't know, but she did leave me her phone numbers and told me I could call her if anything urgent happened."

After asking three stores in a row, Lin Feng finally got three phone numbers.

He casually bought a map of Beijing at a convenience store and then hurried back to the Rolls-Royce.

A short while later, Chen Yan came back with a frustrated look on her face. "Although I haven't heard any news about Su Rongrong, I did hear news about her sister. I heard from the boss that Su Rongrong's sister didn't have an accident at all, but was beaten by her boyfriend. She's been lying in the hospital and I don't even know when she'll wake up."

Lin Feng felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously looked at the car next to him.

"No need to look, it's him."

As she spoke, Chen Yan's eyes flashed with an unconcealable glint of anger, like a burning flame. "It's said that the man has a powerful background, and in the end he didn't even pay a penny, but just pushed someone else to take the blame!"

"Now I feel a little regretful. I really wish I hadn't rejected that bastard Tang Jun before. When I get the chance, I will beat him so hard that even his mother won't recognize him."

At this moment, a sharp and piercing brake sound suddenly rang out, and a Jinbei slowly stopped in front of the right side of the Rolls-Royce.

The car door opened, and out walked a dozen burly men. They were all big and strong, with faces covered in flesh and fierce eyes.

A few people looked at each other, and then rushed to Rongrong's after-school care class in two steps.

Faced with the iron-clad door, the group did not hesitate at all. Without saying a word, they raised their feet and kicked hard!

In an instant, the door of the after-school care class was kicked open and a group of people rushed in.

Watching this scene, Chen Yan was immediately filled with curiosity and asked doubtfully, "What's going on? Could this group of people be coming for Su Rongrong as well?"

Lin Feng let out a long breath, then nodded gently. "That's beyond doubt. Furthermore, I know clearly that their goal must be to get ahead of us and take away or kill Su Rongrong. But, who exactly ordered them to carry out this operation?"

Chen Yan said without hesitation, "Is there even a need to ask? It must be Tang Jun! If we really bring Su Rongrong to Old Master Tang, then all those shameful things Tang Jun did before would be exposed."

However, before Chen Yan could finish her words, Lin Feng gently shook his head and refuted firmly, "If it was him, it wouldn't make sense. After all, he could have just made up a place before this. By then, we wouldn't have come into contact with these people at all, and it would have reduced the possibility of his scandals being exposed."

"Besides... I don't think Tang Jun is stupid. With his intelligence, he shouldn't be able to think of this."

Following Lin Feng's train of thought, Chen Yan nodded slightly, clearly agreeing with his words.

But soon, Chen Yan scratched her head in distress, her tone full of confusion: "That's very strange. Could it be that these people were sent by Mr. Tang?"

Lin Feng shook his head silently, opened the car door, and quickly pushed Chen Yan in. Then he quickly got into the driver's seat.

At this time, Lin Feng had already torn the three phone numbers on the paper into three strips. He picked up one and handed it to Chen Yan, saying seriously, "Call this number and find out where they are, then write it down in detail."

Although Chen Yan didn't know what Lin Feng was up to, she had always trusted him and without hesitation, she immediately took the note and prepared to make a call.

At the same time, Lin Feng was not idle either, and started to make two other calls.

After a while, Chen Yan handed over the recorded address, and Lin Feng also wrote down the two addresses he had asked for on a piece of paper.

Although Lin Feng didn't know the exact locations of these three addresses, the map software on Tang Jun's mobile phone was always open.

With the help of his mobile phone, he quickly and accurately marked the four places where Su Rongrong usually worked on the paper map in his hand.

Then, he took out a pen from his pocket and began to concentrate on calculating on the white paper using the Manhattan method (the knowledge he had mastered by studying those 100 criminal investigation skills books).

Time passed quietly minute by minute, Chen Yan frowned, and even a layer of dense sweat beads seeped out of her forehead.

But she didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that even the slightest sound would interfere with Lin Feng's calculations.

Fortunately, hard work pays off, and finally, Lin Feng put down the pen in his hand.

Then, he stepped hard on the accelerator.

In an instant, the Rolls-Royce was like a steel monster ready to strike, emitting a deafening roar and speeding away.

However, at this moment, Lin Feng put all his energy into driving and did not notice that Tang Jun, who was slumped in the passenger seat, opened his eyes slightly, but quickly closed them again.

It seems as if he has returned to a coma.

After about 45 minutes, Lin Feng finally parked the car safely at the entrance of a residential complex.

Chen Yan quickly took out an agent's work ID and placed it on the windowsill of the guard room. Then she took out her cell phone, pointed at Su Rongrong's photo on the screen, and asked seriously, "Does she live in this community?"

The young security guard, who was working on the tiles, was stunned for a moment, then nodded and led Lin Feng and Chen Yan towards a residential building. As they walked, he said, "She lives in -102. Just go down and knock on the door. She came back about an hour ago and hasn't left yet. There must be someone home."

Lin Feng subconsciously repeated the slightly strange house number twice, then asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Could she live in the basement?"

"Of course not. The rent for the house up there is 6000 yuan a month. How can we working class people afford it?"

The young security guard was still playing a game while talking. Seeing that Lin Feng and the other man were standing there for a long time without moving, he immediately volunteered and said, "How about I take you there?"

I have long heard that life in Beijing is not easy and that housing prices and rents are ridiculously high. At this moment, Lin Feng finally has a deeper understanding of this sentence.