Purple Star Comes To The World: I Can Devour Monsters Awakening Skills

Leaving the city, West District.

"Sir, the West District is ahead."

The coachman, who was wearing a gray-blue coarse cloth, stopped the carriage firmly and said to him behind him.

This is a two-wheeled carriage, with large wheels that are as high as an adult's waist, and a seat that looks like a park chair.

It is long enough to seat two to three people, and there are simple blocks around it.

The driver sits between the horse and the seat, leaving a place for the passengers to stay behind.

"Oh, here's the fare."

After Wu Ming handed the banknotes to the coachman, he couldn't wait to put his hands on the seat and his feet landed with a bang.

Watching the carriage go away, he rubbed his butt that was numb from sitting for a long time and couldn't help grinning.

Due to the high cost of petroleum and natural rubber, it was impossible to wrap tires around the wheels of a two-wheeled taxi like this.

So don't think about comfort.

After sitting for a long time, the freshness in Wu Ming's heart had long been wiped away by the tortured buttocks.

After a while, he dusted off his clothes and walked towards the address in his memory.

Wu Ming had no choice and went directly to the villa where the mission poster was.

Instead, he came to the residence of the last missing person, intending to find out the truth of the matter first.

The main reason is that he does not think that he is more professional than the police of this era.

So changing your thinking may have unexpected effects.

Rows of old townhouses are scattered at both ends of the street.

It was still early, but he found that many people had already left the house and were running around in a hurry.

Some of them are decently dressed, while others are wearing sloppy work clothes, and they still look good.

Wu Ming learned from the mission information that the West District is where most of the factories in Licheng are located.

Workers from the bottom of society and a small number of corporate employees generally live here.

The East District is the residence of the rich, business elites and other upper-class people.

As for the Night Watch Division, it is in the south of the city.

As he went deeper into the Western District, he clearly noticed a lot of yellow-gray particles floating in the air.

At the same time, a peculiar smell of industrial waste gas lingered in his nose.

The further in you go, the more obvious it becomes.

Wu Ming's nose twitched and he subconsciously quickened his pace.

"Lower Street, No. 178."

He stopped at the door of a rental house, looked up to confirm the house number, then stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Boom!

After waiting for a while, he found that no one opened the door, so Wu Ming increased his efforts.

Boom, boom, boom!

After a while, heavy footsteps came from inside.

As the door was ajar, a man with a thick beard and a sleepy look on his face revealed his upper body.

"Who are you looking for?"

He looked Wu Ming up and down and his tone was rather unkind.

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhong Liang's home?"

Wu Ming showed what he thought was a perfect smile and asked politely.

"What Zhong Liang? I don't know him, you're looking in the wrong place!"

The man frowned and replied coldly.

"that……"

boom!

The sound of the door closing heavily interrupted Wu Ming's unspoken words.

"It shouldn't be a mistake...Did I look in the wrong place?"

Wu Ming touched his nose and thought awkwardly.

Squeak!

At this time, the door next to him opened, and an old man with gray hair walked out.

"Are you here to see Lao Zhong?"

The old man looked to be in his fifties, with thin clothes and a slight hunchback.

At this time, he was looking at Wu Ming with cloudy eyes.

"Old sir, do you know Mr. Zhong Liang?"

Wu Ming, who was debating whether to leave, immediately asked in surprise.

"Well, come in with me."

The old man nodded and turned back to the house.

Wu Ming saw this and quickly followed.

While walking, he discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with one of the old man's legs.

"Do you mind if I have breakfast first?"

In the narrow rental house, the old man chuckled after sitting down at the table.

"I don't mind, I don't mind. You eat first."

Wu Ming waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that he didn't need to worry about him.

When he saw the old man's breakfast, his eyes couldn't help but freeze.

It was a piece of gray-black dry food. I don’t know what kind of food it was made of.

Especially when he saw the old man biting it with difficulty, Wu Ming was sure that it was no softer than a stone.

After finally chewing off a piece, the old man quickly picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip.

Wait until the dry food in your mouth softens with water before swallowing it slowly.

call!

Heaving a sigh of relief, the old man coughed dryly to relieve his scratched throat.

"Are you Lao Zhong's nephew or grandson?"

Only then did the old man notice that the young man in front of him was incredibly handsome.

"Uh, no, I'm a detective. I came here mainly to find out something about Mr. Zhong Liang."

After hearing the old man's question, Wu Ming's frozen eyes returned to normal.

Speak out the words you have thought of before.

"Detective? So young?"

The old man was slightly startled and said hesitantly:

"Then you come to see Lao Zhong..."

"It's like this. According to the police investigation, Mr. Zhong Liang has been missing for more than three days. I came here mainly to understand the situation.

"As his neighbor, when was the last time you saw him?"

Wu Ming asked "according to the lines" based on his previous film and television experience.

"Missing... Are you here on behalf of Lao Zhong's daughter?"

The old man's face first flashed with confusion, and then showed an expression of surprise.

"Um."

Wu Mingzheng was worried that he could not find a reasonable excuse. When he saw that the other party had misunderstood, he readily admitted it.

"Well, let me think about it, it was last week... yes, last Wednesday! At that time, Lao Zhong said that he was going to the rich man's house in the East District to serve the horses, and he also said that he would treat me to a drink when he came back..."

"I haven't seen him since then. Alas, if I hadn't been too old and had leg problems, I would have wanted to go to the East District to take a chance. I heard that it was like heaven, with gold everywhere..."

The old man rambled on, his eyes full of longing for the East District.

Hey, I don’t know about the gold everywhere, but based on my experience, there may be bones underneath the gold.

Wu Ming silently complained when he thought of Zhong Liang, whose whereabouts were unknown and who was probably in danger.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have realized that I haven't seen Lao Zhong for so long. Alas, why did he disappear..."

The old man was so lost in thought that he even forgot to eat breakfast.

"Before Mr. Zhong left here, did he act differently from usual?"

Wu Ming then asked, he was trying to eliminate other interference.

"No, no, he told me very excitedly at the time, saying that he finally found a stable job and no longer had to go to those shady factories or go hungry all the time."

The old man recalled his old friend's expression at that time and said with great certainty.

After asking a few more questions, Wu Ming stopped asking after seeing that the old man didn't know much.

It was still early, and the task was not urgent.

He set his eyes on the "black" piece of dry food:

"Old sir, where is your family? By the way, I haven't asked you your last name yet?"