Deities Are All Just My Food-Chapter 2244 - 1002: The Truth!

"Can I come along and have a look?"

The retired policeman had nothing to do, and the missing child case was a thorn in his heart that he could not let go of for many years.

Although he knew the chances were slim, what if these people actually found the answer?

Gu Qingqiu stared at the old policeman for a few minutes before nodding in agreement: "Come on up!"

The black guy drove, taking everyone to the market.

"Those vegetable stalls you investigated, which ones are still open?"

Gu Qingqiu casually asked.

"About a dozen or so."

The old policeman recalled:

Lin Baici raised an eyebrow.

The old policeman could immediately name them, indicating he was still keeping an eye on those people.

"How are they doing?"

Xia Hongyao inquired, taking out a small notebook to jot down notes.

"So many years have passed, some couldn’t make a living and dropped out, some changed professions, and some got old without any successors!"

The old policeman would stroll through that market at least once a month: "The remaining dozen or so either have prime locations or skills to make money, so they’re still going!"

"Do you think any of these stall owners are suspects?"

The Rule Pollutant asked persistently.

The old policeman stayed silent. It’s not great to baselessly suspect someone, and he knew these people would definitely investigate further.

The old policeman glanced at these people. From their demeanor, everyone except Big Bear seemed formidable, giving off a strong wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing vibe.

"Little Qiu Qiu, what do you think?"

Xia Hongyao had given up on extracting any valuable information from the old policeman and relied on her two trump cards.

If this old policeman were smarter, the missing case wouldn’t have become a cold case.

"Hard to say!"

Gu Qingqiu recalled those records: "We need to see to know!"

They arrived at Guantang Market at 4 PM.

Near the end of the workday, the streets were somewhat crowded, with quite a few people grocery shopping.

Gu Qingqiu didn’t immediately approach stall owners for inquiries. Instead, they observed each stall from afar, and even pretended to be customers bargaining.

After circling around once, an hour had passed.

"Classmate, what do you think?"

Gu Qingqiu wanted to hear Lin Baici’s opinion.

"I didn’t notice anything unusual!"

Lin Baici said frankly.

Gu Qingqiu smiled, turned to Hoffman and his group: "Don’t follow us, so many people will just scare them off!"

"No way!"

Hoffman refused.

"Then wait until I finish asking before you inquire!"

Gu Qingqiu looked at Hoffman: "If you want to leave here early, don’t create trouble!"

Whew!

The cowgirl and the black guy whistled because Gu Qingqiu’s words were quite blunt.

Hoffman’s face darkened, but he didn’t speak, which was an implicit agreement.

After all, he’s a renowned Dragon Level figure, staying silent was already a major concession. He couldn’t possibly say, ’Okay, I won’t go.’

Wouldn’t that hurt his pride?

The others had no objections, as from their brief interaction, the Hong Kong Island woman and God Lin appeared to be the smartest among them.

"Can I continue to follow?"

The old policeman wanted to go.

"Sure!"

Gu Qingqiu started from the east side of the market, approaching a roast meat shop first.

Before they even entered, the scent of braised meat wafted into their noses.

"Old Cai?"

The owner was a man in his fifties, wearing a white tank top, who greeted Cai Yonghao as soon as he saw him.

Xia Hongyao looked at Cai Yonghao with suspicion in her eyes.

"I came here several times to investigate. Later, I found their roast goose and barbecued pork quite good, so I often bought them!"

Cai Yonghao explained.

"Who are these people...?"

The owner seemed a bit puzzled.

"Hello, I’m a TV station reporter, these are my colleagues, and we’re working on a show recently!"

Gu Qingqiu smiled, fabricating an identity.

"Oh!"

The owner believed it, mainly because of Gu Qingqiu’s fluent local dialect and appealing appearance.

It was hard for any man not to be fond of Gu Qingqiu.

Gu Qingqiu extended a friendly hand.

The owner quickly shook it.

"Do you remember a child missing at the market over twenty years ago?"

Gu Qingqiu went straight to the point: "We want to do a program on this topic!"

"Yes, I remember!"

The owner glanced at Cai Yonghao: "Old Cai has asked me several times about it."

"Did you talk about it later?"

"Yes, but there’s nothing we can do, that’s life, that child was just unfortunate."

The owner shrugged.

Gu Qingqiu smiled, releasing the owner’s hand: "I’ll have a pound of the roast meat!"

As they left the shop, everyone was carrying a white lunch box.

"You only asked a few questions?"

The old policeman frowned, looking at Gu Qingqiu skeptically, feeling she might not be reliable.

This was way too fast!

"No need to ask further, just an ordinary person!"

Gu Qingqiu was very certain.

"Don’t worry, if Little Qiu Qiu says there’s no problem, there’s no problem!"

Xia Hongyao said, using her chopsticks to quickly take two bites of the goose meat.

"..."

Cai Yonghao still wasn’t fully convinced.

Gu Qingqiu took out a pack of disinfectant wipes, pulled one out, and seriously wiped her hands.

While shaking the owner’s hand earlier, her index finger was on the other person’s pulse on their wrist.

This is called Cold Reading Skill.

When Gu Qingqiu questioned the owner, he had no reaction, not a bit of sympathy, not even the mindset of a bystander.

In other words, he was just someone who knew a child went missing in the vicinity and had no other thoughts.

Next, Gu Qingqiu visited three more places.

One was a fruit stall, another sold cold dishes, and there was also a food stall.