Fu Ying, the director of this subdistrict office, clearly didn't know much about Yu Xiaoqin. Maybe someone who worked on the ground at a subdistrict office or residents' committee could tell us more about her.
I asked Yu Xiaoqin a lot of questions, but she didn't react to any of them, so I had to give up for the time being.
We still had work to do.
After saying goodbye to Fu Ying, we got in the car and headed for the district government. On the way, I told Skinny and Fatty what I suspected.
"Should we go back and get rid of that phone booth?" Skinny asked.
"But that'd be so pitiful..." Fatty trailed off.
"But clearly something's wrong with her, right? Maybe the person on the other end of the phone isn't her husband at all?" Skinny said.
What he said was certainly possible.
I sent Wu Ling a message.
Wu Ling replied quickly, but her answer put me in a difficult position.
Zhang Yifeng was definitely the top priority now. Wu Ling and the others were keeping an eye on him and simply didn't have the manpower to do anything else.
"Should we ask the residents' committee here?" Skinny leaned over. "Get an address, then we can go look for Yu Xiaoqin on our own."
"You're not scared this time," I said, giving him a sidelong glance.
Skinny rubbed his head. "Nothing's happened yet, has it? I didn't hear the phone ring either. Even if we really run into a ghost, one at that level shouldn't be hard to deal with, right? You can handle it, Brother Qi."
Skinny sounded very sure of himself.
Going by what I remembered from the file, the biggest problem with the phone booth was that it chose its targets on its