Putting aside Zhao Liming who had started to have wild thoughts, Lian Xiaomin finally breathed a sigh of relief, having finished another task.

It's half past four now, and there's only one hour left. She must rush out of the city at half past five, and she has to trade food at six o'clock.

But this place is very close to Qiaodan Feng's home. I can go to her house before she gets off work to see if there is any evidence of a crime.

If it's too late, she might have to go back and say hello to everyone and leave later tonight. She must get this matter resolved.

After making up my mind, I rode my bike to Lane 20, Huachun Road.

After riding for about ten minutes, they arrived. The alley was quite deep. Lian Xiaomin stood in front of the door of the innermost courtyard. There was no one around, so she put the bike into the space first.

She released her mental power to check the situation inside. This was quite surprising. There was still some time before the end of get off work, and there was someone at home.

There is now a woman and two men in the study on the first floor of this two-story building. The woman's age and appearance match those of Qiao Danfeng.

He was about 45 years old, with short hair, black-framed glasses, and a cadre uniform. He looked neat and tidy, and looked like a leader.

At this moment, she was sitting at the desk, with her head slightly lowered, her brows furrowed, and she didn't say a word.

The other two men were about 40 years old. They didn’t look like locals, but more like northern men. They were tall and strong, and had beards.

One of them had a square face, regular features, and a slightly dark complexion. He was smoking a cigarette.

The other one wasn't that good looking, with a hooked nose, shifty eyes, and a chin held high, acting like a big shot.

He made eye contact with the man next to him from time to time, but was frightened by the other's gaze and said nothing.

Strangely enough, judging from their expressions, the two men were not very respectful to Director Qiao, the head of the Pigeon Committee. They looked arrogant and even a little intimidating.