Deities Are All Just My Food-Chapter 2240 - 1001: Deduction Show!

The streetlight by the roadside was like a lonely night watchman; no matter how strong the night wind blew, it couldn’t extinguish his lamp.

Hoffman stood under the streetlight, one arm crossed over his chest, the other holding a cigar.

Honestly, the scene was a bit abstract.

A person with the demeanor of a slave master looked every bit like a boss, one who should be in a manor, lounging in a wide and comfortable sofa, listening while his subordinates reported they had shot the head of a rival gang.

A black guy squatted by the roadside, wearing noise-canceling headphones, nodding his head to music, and rapping along.

"What’s your plan?"

The Cowgirl shamelessly followed Lin Baici.

"Wait!"

Lin Baici stood by the roadside, chatting idly with Gu Qingqiu.

Xia Hongyao was eager to start deducing, listening intently to the conversation between the two aces under her command, believing they were discussing the missing child case but feeling uneasy as she listened more.

Hong Kong Island’s development history?

If reborn in this era, how to become prosperous?

What were they even talking about?

They even mentioned Dragon Palace Island, saying San Miyairi must have been waiting impatiently.

Hey, hey! The Harbor Island Ghost Ship was still unresolved, and you’re talking about Dragon Palace Island, isn’t that a bit far?

Once the old lady left the house and exited the residential building, after everyone waited another fifteen minutes, Hoffman was the first to head upstairs.

The black guy quickly followed.

"Shall we hurry up and go too?"

Xia Hongyao urged, knowing they would definitely need a few photos of the missing child if they were to find him.

"Slave master, don’t break the door; let me do it!"

The black guy volunteered.

He fiddled with the large gold ring on his left ring finger, pulled out a gold-plated wire from it, inserted it into the keyhole, twisted it several times, and the lock was effortlessly opened with a series of clicks.

"OK!"

The black guy turned back, gesturing an OK sign, probably expecting some praise, but Hoffman, with a cold face, already pushed the door open.

Everyone went inside.

Without rummaging through cupboards, Hoffman stood in the living room, extended his right hand, and after a few seconds, the albums the old lady had looked at earlier flew over and landed in his hand.

Hoffman flipped through them, selected three or four conspicuous photos, tossed the album to the black guy, and then turned and left.

"This guy is such a show-off!"

Xia Hongyao sneered, "Little Linzi, Little Qiu Qiu, we must find that child faster than him!"

Lin Baici and the crew got the photos, went outside, and found that Hoffman had already knocked on a neighbor’s door, inquiring about the situation.

The Cowgirl and the black guy intended to eavesdrop, but the Goryeo girl stayed by Lin Baici’s side.

There were six households on this floor.

Gu Qingqiu observed the security doors of the six homes, their surroundings, and finally chose the second home on the right.

Gu Qingqiu knocked on the door.

After a few seconds, someone responded, sounding like an elderly person.

Gu Qingqiu spoke fluent Hong Kong Island dialect, allowing for smooth communication. After exchanging a few words, he explained the purpose of his visit, and the person opened the door.

"Are you government officials?"

The elderly neighbor, dressed in pajamas and wearing reading glasses, was cautious: "Why aren’t you in uniform?"

"The old lady was injured and sent to the hospital. We’re here to understand her situation!"

Gu Qingqiu explained.

"Ah, with her children not around, it’s tough. She’s injured and no one takes care of her."

The old man sighed.

"Where are her son and daughter-in-law?"

"I heard they went abroad!"

The old man added, "They went overseas for work, about seven or eight years ago, used to visit during the New Year, but haven’t seen them since!"

"So, she’s cut off from them?"

Gu Qingqiu guessed, "Does she live with her grandson? She kept saying she wants to go home to make clay pot rice for her grandson!"

"Her grandson went missing when he was five!"

The old man adjusted his glasses, "Since then, her mind hasn’t been right, and once her son and daughter-in-law stopped coming back, she started living alone, becoming even more unbalanced."

"Do you know where her grandson went missing?"

Xia Hongyao asked, pulling out a notebook to take diligent notes.

"I’m not sure, some say it was at the amusement park, others say it was on the way home from school!"

The old man was very helpful: "You should check with the police station; she filed a report back then!"

"Do you know how many years ago that was?"

"Twenty... twenty years ago, I think? I can’t remember clearly!"

The old man pondered.

"How many?"

Xia Hongyao was shocked.

"Over twenty years, it’s been so long!"

The old man yawned, "Do you need anything else?"

It was clear the old man wanted to close the door.

"No, thank you!"

Gu Qingqiu thanked him.

Once the old man closed the door, Xia Hongyao immediately wailed, "A missing case from over twenty years ago, what’s the point of searching?"

Back then, there weren’t even street cameras; if someone went missing, they were almost impossible to find.

If traffickers sold the child in the mountains, the lack of communication and inconvenient transportation meant that by the time ten years had passed, a five-year-old child wouldn’t even know they’d been abducted.

"Over twenty years, a whole generation has passed, and even fewer people know about the disappearance now."

Gu Qingqiu mused.

"Exactly!"

Xia Hongyao frowned; it was indeed a troublesome matter, as those who might know were probably long gone, and searching through neighborhoods for clues would yield nothing.

"Let’s go look at that child’s school!"

Gu Qingqiu pulled out a photo.

It was a picture of the old lady with her grandson at the school gate; it seemed to be taken when he first started primary school.

"Shouldn’t we ask other neighbors, though?"

The Cowgirl reminded, "What if this old man’s testimony is inaccurate?"

"It won’t be!"

Gu Qingqiu confidently headed down the stairs.

"Why are you so sure?"