Feng Qingqing soon returned to the main road she had walked earlier and began to move slowly forward. As she drew closer to the residential area, the noise grew louder. From time to time, she heard the playful shouts of children, the bickering of couples, and the scolding of parents—a vibrant, bustling scene of everyday life.
Strolling along with these stops and starts, it was past three in the afternoon when Feng Qingqing picked up the two children and retraced her steps toward the bus stop where she had alighted earlier that day. By five in the evening, she and the children were back in their guesthouse room. Exhausted from trailing her around all day, the two little ones had fallen asleep the moment they boarded the bus and were still fast asleep when they arrived back at the room.
For the next several days, Feng Qingqing headed out every morning to roam the vicinity of the City God Temple, returning to the guesthouse only around dusk. Although she had made no significant breakthroughs, she had at least become intimately familiar with the layout, buildings, and infrastructure of the area. She had a good memory, and by consciously focusing on memorizing these details, she found the work twice as effective with half the effort.
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