One by one, calls were made, and out of 78 people, half had been screened. These individuals could basically be confirmed not to be Zhang Ming, as described in the last case in the Email, unless the remaining people were screened and Zhang Ming was still not found.
Half a day had passed, and Hawkeye took out three slices of white bread from the refrigerator and began to eat.
"Changed numbers, overdue bills, missed calls..." Hawkeye muttered with bread in his mouth, his hands tapping on the keyboard. Then, he rearranged the remaining numbers and dialed the phone again.
"Hello..."
About half an hour later, the 62nd user, named Zhang Ming and currently using the phone number, gave Hawkeye a glimpse of dawn. After the exchange, he was certain this was the Zhang Ming he was looking for.