By the time the pigeons flew back to Tang Ke, the time was nearing dusk.
Shen Congfei and the others examined the received message, and the neat handwriting was clearly not by Tang's parents.
The pigeon's leg was tied with a slip of paper, on which only one line was written.
Yilou Hotel 8044.
Upon hearing Shen Congfei reading these words, Chen Yuanjia, who was driving in front, suddenly spoke:
"I know Yilou Hotel. I stayed there once while sightseeing in the neighboring city during a holiday."
"But the room numbers there are at most three digits long. Did this 8044 have an extra digit written or does it mean something else?"
Xia Wei also spotted a problem and raised it: "And they didn't tell us who the contact person would be."
"What does the mayor mean by this?" Xue Yangping immediately complained.
Among the five people, only two remained silent.
Tang Ke was taking care of the pigeons.
Shen Congfei was propping his chin on his hand, staring at the paper slip, pondering:
