The woman was eventually forcibly taken to the Public Security Bureau and received a two-hour ideological education class. I don’t know whether it was effective or not, but in any case, she talked several public security comrades dry.
Song Yun and Ziyi found Baiying Lane. As soon as they entered the lane, they met a middle-aged woman carrying a bag of fruit. When the woman saw Song Yun, she suddenly stopped and stared at her carefully.
Song Yun also stopped and looked at the middle-aged woman. She smiled and asked, "Comrade, how do I get to No. 18 Baiying Lane?"
The woman's expression changed slightly, and her eyes became alert and vigilant. "Who are you looking for?"
Song Yun guessed that this woman must know her mother. She looked like her mother. Anyone who was familiar with her mother's appearance would have a different reaction when seeing her, just like the woman in front of her.
Song Yun said, "We came from Sichuan Province. We were asked by our elders to come here to look for a relative. Her last name is Bai."
The woman's face grew increasingly grim, and her voice deepened, "There's no one named Bai living here. You've come to the wrong place."
Song Yun frowned slightly. "Isn't this Baiyi Lane? My family elders said that my relative lives at 18 Baiyi Lane. There are even letters with the address of 18 Baiyi Lane written on them. It can't be wrong."
The woman said with a cold face, "I told you that there is no one named Bai living here. If you don't believe me, go ask someone else." After that, she turned and left, her back looking very hurried.
Song Yun and Song Ziyi looked at each other. There was something wrong with this guy, even a fool could see it.
Song Yun decided to follow Guo Xian and see what happens.
Perhaps because the houses on Baiying Lane are small and few, the location is good, the residents are nice, and the environment is very quiet, unlike the houses on Pingyang Road and Guangfeng Road where there are many people and noisy conversations. The two of them followed quietly and did not meet anyone else along the way.
From a distance, I saw the woman enter a small courtyard. The gate closed with a bang, and then opened again a few seconds later. The woman came out again with a tool in her hand. She used the tool to pry off the house number nailed on the wall, and then hurried into the courtyard.
Song Yun and Ziyi walked along the alley. There were only four households in this alley, No. 12, No. 14, and No. 16. The house numbers of the first three households were all clear, but the fourth household had no house number. No one knew what the meaning of her removing the house number was, and there was even a feeling that she was trying to cover up something.
When Song Yun encountered such abnormal behavior, it was impossible for her not to find out the truth, otherwise she would not be able to sleep at night.
She looked around and pulled Ziyi around to the southeast corner of the yard, where there was a sycamore tree. "Can we climb up it?" Song Yun asked.
Ziyi glanced at the tree and nodded excitedly, "Yes."
Song Yun actually wanted to just climb over the wall and get in, but it was broad daylight, and she had no idea what was happening on the other side. If the guards saw her, they would definitely sue her for trespassing. Although the house belonged to her mother, she couldn't claim ownership of it due to the current circumstances.
Climbing a tree is different. Even if someone sees you, you can say you were just climbing for fun, catching cicadas and butterflies. You can make up any excuse you want, as long as it's not illegal.
The brother and sister climbed up the sycamore tree, found a thick trunk to squat on, and peeked at the situation in the courtyard through the gaps between the dense sycamore leaves.
The yard was just as my mother had described, small and exquisite, except that the garden plots, which were obviously carefully tended, were now planted with various vegetables.
The woman who had just been seen outside was whispering something to a man in the yard. The distance between them was a bit far, and the woman deliberately lowered her voice. Song Yun could not hear clearly, but she could see that the man's face did not look good either.
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