"Isn't this Cheng Fei's landlord in Wen An district?" Yin Tao recognized this bald middle-aged uncle. Cheng Fei's current address was provided by this uncle.
"Sister Xiaotao, you've seen him before? He's also the landlord of the deceased, Sun Peng." Ji Yu turned up the volume in the interrogation room so that Yin Tao could hear the conversation between Feng Jing and the middle-aged uncle clearly.
"Officer, I'm really afraid of those people. They must be doing something shameful in such a remote abandoned factory." The middle-aged man looked a little tired. It was obvious that he was very tense.
Feng Jing's tone was very calm and his voice was exceptionally clear. "Then why did you appear in such a remote abandoned car park in the middle of the night?"
"When I drove past the abandoned car park previously, I saw many old furniture thrown away by other people. I brought them back to repair and they can still be used."
