Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1235 597: The Ever-Changing Hidden Form Space (Part 2)

Li Banfeng had never considered this issue before, as during his student years, he hardly ever took a taxi on his own.

After going through the case files all morning, in the afternoon, Li Banfeng decided to visit the residence of the parties involved.

He brought along Dumpling, Light Bulb, Ming Xing, and Chuuni, and headed to Zhang Peiwen's residence.

Zhang Peiwen's residential area was on Disheng Road, built at the end of the last century, in a walk-up building, with Zhang Peiwen living on the seventh floor.

Zhang Peiwen's father, Zhang Qinghai, was originally a worker, but after an accident, his right leg became disabled, making him a person with a disability, staying at home for years.

The mother, Ai Xiafen, was a middle school teacher who took early retirement due to health reasons five years ago, and their pensions were the family's source of income.

The door was opened by mother Ai Xiafen, to whom Li Banfeng presented forged identification.

This was legally forged identification, as the public knew nothing about the Dark Star Bureau, and its agents could not reveal their true identities.

Ai Xiafen invited everyone into the house: "Officer, please have a seat, my son..."

Zhang Peiwen's father, Zhang Qinghai, hobbled over with his crutch in front of Li Banfeng: "Is there any news about my son?"

Li Banfeng said: "For now, there isn't. We're here mainly to conduct some inquiries with you."

As he spoke, Li Banfeng took a look at the layout of the house.

Two-bedroom, one living room, the living room is quite large, while the bedrooms are a bit small.

Because the house faces north, the interior lighting is somewhat dim.

Li Banfeng asked: "Which one is Zhang Peiwen's room?"

Zhang Qinghai pointed to the room on the right side of the hallway, and Li Banfeng took a glance.

The entire house was modestly decorated, with wooden furniture being predominant, but Zhang Peiwen's door was quite distinctive.

Because this door was made of glass.

Chuuni said to the two elders: "I would like to go into the person involved's room to collect some evidence."

Ai Xiafen got up and said: "I'll go with you, we fully cooperate with your work."

Li Banfeng looked at Zhang Qinghai and said: "Then I'll start by chatting with you."

Ai Xiafen sat back down on the couch and said: "Officer, you better talk with me, our Old Zhang is muddle-headed and can't explain anything clearly."

While Chuuni went to collect evidence, Li Banfeng inquired about the sequence of events.

Ai Xiafen's eyes welled up with tears: "That day, at three in the afternoon, he went to the pharmacy to buy me medicine. Actually, he shouldn't have gone that day, he should have gone the day before, but the pharmacy was closed the day before. If it had been open, none of this would have happened!"

At this point, Ai Xiafen burst into tears.

"Auntie, please don't get too upset, we're doing everything we can in the investigation." Dumpling tried to comfort Ai Xiafen, and she calmed down a bit.

Li Banfeng asked: "You said you originally planned to buy the medicine the day before, but since the pharmacy was closed, it was postponed to the next day. But I see there are many pharmacies near your residential area, why did he have to go to that one?"

Ai Xiafen sighed: "Blame it on my poor health. There are a few medicines that only that pharmacy carries."

Li Banfeng said to Dumpling: "Later, note down the medicines Ms. Ai needs. We can help procure some."

"No need, no need," Ai Xiafen shook her head repeatedly, "I wouldn't dare trouble you."

Dumpling smiled and said: "Don't worry, this is our job."

After asking for a long time, Ai Xiafen still wouldn't reveal the names of the medicines. She continued recounting the events of that afternoon:

"My son went out at three o'clock to buy medicine. He always came back by three-thirty, and I was at home preparing to cook, his favorite—stir-fried carrots..."

"I want to find my son!" Zhang Qinghai suddenly stood up with his crutch, "I'm going to find him right now!"

Dumpling intervened to dissuade him, while Ai Xiafen called out loudly: "Old Zhang, please don't make a fuss, they are helping us find our son!"

Zhang Qinghai hung his head without saying anything, and Ai Xiafen continued: "I waited until three forty, but the kid hadn't returned. I was so worried, I rushed to the pharmacy to find him."

Li Banfeng asked: "Didn't he have a mobile phone?"

Ai Xiafen sighed and said: "To be honest, my son only knows how to study and nothing else, apart from reading books. He can't use mobile phones or computers,

I went to the pharmacy, and the store owner said she saw him buy the medicine and leave. I had always trusted her and didn't think much of it,

but later, when the police officer went to investigate, I found out that this woman had lied to me. She saw my son standing at her doorway and didn't tell me! She's not a decent person, my son was caught up because of her!"

At this, Ai Xiafen cried even more bitterly.

Light Bulb listened with disinterest, not thinking Ai Xiafen could provide much useful information.

Ming Xing skillfully handed Ai Xiafen a tissue.

Li Banfeng asked very seriously: "Ms. Ai, why do you think the pharmacy owner would harm your son?"

Dumpling glanced at Li Banfeng, thinking that didn't sound like something Seventh Master would say.

It's clear that Ai Xiafen was traumatized by her son's disappearance and became unabashed in her speech. How could this be taken seriously?

Perhaps because Puluo State has a different cultural climate than here, Seventh Master found it hard to get accustomed to.

Ai Xiafen replied: "I often buy medicine there, and that woman must have thought our family had money, so she wanted to kidnap my son and extort us!"

Dumpling raised her eyebrows at Li Banfeng, signaling him not to take it to heart. She had been through similar situations before. Ai Xiafen had developed psychological trauma due to her son's disappearance, leading her to suspect everyone and everything around her.