The three of them thoroughly searched the apartment again.
Especially Zhang Qingpeng's room.
He must have left in a hurry. He'd left quite a few things in his nightstand drawer: a razor, a bank card, and some other small items.
His bedding, a cotton quilt on top of the wardrobe, also hadn't been taken.
Shen Xin noticed the takeout packaging on the dining table and in the trash can.
Looking at the order slips, Zhang Qingpeng always ordered popular, inexpensive Chinese dishes like braised chicken with rice or braised pork over rice.
The average price per order was low, and he even used coupons, with most meals costing just over ten yuan.
Wang Lei, on the other hand, was different.
He ordered takeout too, but he mostly got stir-fried dishes. If he ordered a simple duck blood and vermicelli soup, he would also get a side of pan-fried beef dumplings and a large beef bone.
You could say he ate quite well.
In other words, Zhang Qingpeng's income was lower than Wang Lei's.
