Years ago, the pedestrian street had already changed beyond recognition, with trees now planted and flowers placed in front of a row of storefronts to block out the noise and pollution from the streets, but this also greatly affected the flow of customers to the shops.
"Mr. Zhou, it's right here." Qiu Cheng parked the car at a temporary parking space on the side of the road and turned to speak to him.
"The detective agency used to be in Unit 2, Sixth Floor of Building No. 5, but there's no point in going there now, the people have moved out a long time ago."
He had already been to this place once before and found nothing, but Zhou Mingchen insisted on seeing it for himself.
"You wait here," he said, then Zhou Mingchen pushed the car door open and got out.
There were new and old storefronts in the vicinity, and he picked a fruit shop with the oldest-looking sign and walked over. He picked out a few pieces of fruit at random, put them in a bag, and brought them to the cashier.
