C1055 The Fortune Teller(1)

It was noon when they got back to Lincheng. They found a remote restaurant and sat in a private room to eat something. Then, he wandered around the small street. Almost all the places with football treatment shops had been explored. In the end, he found nothing and did not find any clues.

Qiao Ya felt very strange. She asked me, Zhao Sichun is already dead