Hang City, Zhujia Corner.
In an antiquely decorated tea house, Wang Zhao Ping tossed a peanut into his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the doorway on the opposite side of the street.
In front of the door stood two stone lions, and the red-painted wooden door showed the age of the residence through the color of its bricks.
"Captain Wang! I checked. Number 324 Zhujia Corner, currently registered to a Ma Liang, male, age 53, originally from Jinmen, and he has no criminal record."
Qin Xiaoru, sitting next to him, closed her notebook as she spoke.
"Ma Liang? Who else lives in the household?"
"No one else."
"No one else?"
"Yes, there's only him on the household registration. However, he is divorced, and it seems like his ex-wife and two sons have moved abroad."
"Living alone? Suspicious!" Wang Zhao Ping stroked his chin.