Chapter 329 Doors and Windows Closed

Under the gaze of Cen Lian and Wu Qiushan, the female boss reluctantly called out a little girl from the house, who looked like she was still in high school, and asked her to help check the order.

"This is my daughter. I don't know how to do some operations. Let her find it for you." The female boss explained and turned back to the house to continue the operation.

Tang Hua heard the sound of ingredients being put into the frying pan, and saw the dirty and messy environment in the small shop. Thinking of the black and greasy sleeves and apron of the female boss, he felt a churning in his stomach, which was more uncomfortable than seeing a giant corpse in the summer.

Maybe the fried meat he ate was also about to be a giant.

Cen Lian saw Tang Hua's expression and knew that his mentality was about to collapse.

Fortunately, this guy adjusted himself quickly enough. Although he felt that he couldn't eat a single bite of food tonight, he still dutifully searched and checked the order with the little girl.

While they were checking, two or three riders came over one after another. Although they were a little curious, they only glanced at Cen Lian and his team in police uniforms in order to save time. They were curious whether the gutter oil used in this fried skewers shop had finally caused trouble.

Feeling the gazes of the riders, Cen Lian thought for a moment and then looked at the takeaway bag.

"This is the order from the mobile phone number you are looking for," the girl didn't know what Cen Lian and his team were looking for the mobile phone number for, but she still helped them find all the orders from this mobile phone number in the past month very seriously. "I remember this address. He always orders a lot."

Wu Qiushan politely thanked the girl for her cooperation. He had already memorized all the unsanitary places in this takeaway shop in his mind, and planned to catch the drug manufacturing and trafficking gangs in one fell swoop before catching this small shop in one fell swoop.

"The address should be fine. A henchman of Liang Yao's level must have used his usual mobile phone number to order takeout." Tang Hua walked out of the alley with a pale face. "This address is accurate to the house number. Do you have any ideas?"

"My head is full of ideas," Cen Lian sat down in the passenger seat, "Go and confirm a few other takeout restaurants that he may often order from."

Although he got a clear address from the order, Cen Lian was not sure that this address was correct. Liang Yao himself showed that his intelligence level was not enough to make so many tricks, but the gang he belonged to might not have no rigid requirements.

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In the evening, the temporary office of the support team.

Tang Hua lay on the table half dead, and the whole person exuded the word "despair".

Wu Qiushan and Cen Lian marked the addresses of these takeout restaurants on the map, and marked the frequency of Liang Yao's orders next to them.

"These five stores are the most frequent," Cen Lian said after marking on the whiteboard, "In order to save some time waiting, I plan to do something with the takeaway."

"You want to pretend to be a takeaway boy to deliver takeaway?" This was Qu Zihan's first reaction.

"The risk is too great," Cen Lian shook his head, "Liang Yao has always lived in this area and often orders takeaways. He probably knows the takeaway boys who often come to their community. We can't alert them."

Although Cen Lian himself can't remember what the takeaway boys who often deliver food near his home look like, this risk of exposure can be completely avoided.

"I contacted the Hailan Municipal Bureau to ask for a batch of positioning chips, which will be delivered tomorrow. Then we will go to install them in the takeaway bags of these five stores separately." Cen Lian had an idea when he looked at the takeaway bags during the day, and made a decision directly after confirming the technical conditions.

Wang Yuanteng also thought this was a smart way.

"Although seeing is believing in the end, it would be great if we can narrow it down to the house number." He looked at the time, "I hope Liang Yao will order takeout tomorrow."

"He probably will, based on his frequency, but I may never do that in my lifetime." Tang Hua barely raised his head from the table, looking like he had no desire to live.

Cen Lian, who didn't often eat takeout from small workshops, silently lit candles for him in his heart.

"You are so picky about takeout and must order from chain stores. Did you see the kitchen before?" Wu Qiushan asked Cen Lian suspiciously on the way back to his residence after the meeting.

He didn't know how Cen Lian ordered takeout when he was in the police station before, but after he was transferred to Taishan Branch and met frequently, Wu Qiushan found that he was particularly concerned about this when ordering takeout.

Cen Lian remembered the criminal record of long-term use and sale of gutter oil that he saw on the heads of the bosses of various small shops on the street before, and nodded silently.

"Maybe my spleen and stomach are not very good. It's easy to feel uncomfortable eating from that kind of small shop. I've been paying more attention since then." He made up an excuse casually.

Wu Qiushan was half-believing and half-doubting, because he remembered that when he and Cen Lian climbed over the wall to play together when they were young, this guy could steal a whole bag of spicy strips by himself.

But he still didn't ask this question.

After returning to his residence, Cen Lian tidied up and lay on the bed, thinking about whether to choose another synaesthesia target.

The skill cools down every day, and it would be a waste if it is not used.

Thinking of this, Cen Lian set his sights on a criminal record that he had never tried before.

[Long-term illegal drug production]

This kind of criminal record marked as a long-term crime can also be synaesthetized in theory, so what can be seen by synaesthetizing this kind of criminal record?

Cen Lian simply synaesthetized this long-term criminal record on Zhang Fuchi.

After his eyes went dark, a completely unfamiliar scene appeared again.

This place looks like a laboratory, with bottles and jars and operators in white coats everywhere.

His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of his current appearance through a glass beaker and found that it was Zhang Fuchi's face.

"Boss, the purity of this batch is higher than the last one," a strange man in a white coat was talking to Zhang Fuchi, "There is not enough raw materials, and new raw materials are needed for re-production."

The conversation should be about drug synthesis. While listening, Cen Lian observed the internal and external environment here.

Judging from the state of the doors and windows, this should be a residential area they had been staring at before. The windows have been completely sealed and the external environment cannot be seen, but the completely sealed windows themselves are a clear enough feature.

In addition, he also saw the heavy anti-theft door, whose sophistication seemed incompatible with the cheap houses in the entire community.

It seems that these drug dealers have revealed more characteristics than they imagined.

But this also told him one thing, the neighbors and even the entire building of the laboratory where the synthetic drugs were located might be members of this drug manufacturing and trafficking gang, otherwise such an anti-theft door that exceeded normal specifications and the windows that were closed all year round would have been reported long ago.