The investigation report on Aunt Tang's death was released soon.

The cause of death was determined to be a fall from height.

He did not suffer any violent coercion before his death, and there were no signs of a fight on the roof. This was an ordinary accidental death.

The reason why the police are so certain is also very simple.

Because before Huang Rong arrived at the roof, there were only Aunt Tang's footprints on the roof.

In other words, there was no second person at the scene before her death.

Moreover, her entire death process was witnessed by many people present.

Although there is something strange about the appearance of Catnip, it has nothing to do with the cause of her death and is not worthy of in-depth investigation.

The logic line of Aunt Tang's death is also very clear.

She originally wanted to threaten her son and neighbors by jumping off the building, but in the end she accidentally fell to her death.

Although the results have come out, Zhao Shanhe is still a little confused. How can Aunt Tang, a person who doesn't raise cats, have catnip on her body?

What did she do before she died?

At six o'clock in the morning, Zhu Chen's alarm clock rang on time.

Like a machine, he got up and brushed his teeth, then came to his mother's bedroom to say hello.

"Mom, I went to work, and I will come back to cook for you in the evening."

Zhu Chen bowed deeply as he spoke.

"Crunch..."

A strange sound reached Zhu Chen's ears, as if something was eating in his mother's room.

Zhu Chen slowly opened the door, and when he took a closer look, he saw a British shorthair chewing something white on the chair.

When I looked closer, I saw that it was a shriveled finger!

Ying Duan tilted his head and chewed with relish, as if he was eating a piece of dried meat, completely unaware of the upcoming danger.

Zhu Chen reached out and grabbed Ying Duan's neck and picked him up.

Ying Duan fluttered his limbs and let out a threatening growl.

Zhu Chen looked at Ying Dan with a fierce look in his eyes, gritted his teeth and fell to the ground.

"Meow..."

Ying Duan let out a shrill scream.

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Chen stepped on Ying Dan's head, gritting his teeth and stomping hard.

One second.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Yingduan's struggle became more and more intense, his limbs kept pulling on the ground, and he let out ear-piercing screams.

Gradually, this struggle gradually disappeared.

Eventually there was no movement at all.

His eyes were wide open, his limbs were tense, and his head was crushed like a specimen.

"You are in the wrong place. You will find a better place in your next life."

After Zhu Chen finished speaking, he took a plastic bag and put Yingduan in it, opened the window and threw it out with a raised hand.

The whole process was very calm, and he didn't even frown, as if he was dealing with family matters.

After doing this, he respectfully walked to the door of his mother's room and bowed again to apologize.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm disturbing your rest. It's dead and will never come again."

At the gate of the community, Uncle Guo was holding a thermos cup and getting ready to work as usual. As soon as he walked to the gate, he saw a white car driving in.

His old friend Liu Xuewu is back.

Liu Xuewu was dressed in an elegant black gown, a small melon-pipe hat on his head, and he was holding a sturdy Tibetan mastiff in his hand.

When I saw Uncle Guo, the Tibetan Mastiff, I remembered my little local dog. It was already the third day and I don’t know where it went.

"Hey, Lao Liu, are you a Tibetan Mastiff?" Uncle Guo said and reached out to touch it.

But Liu Xuewu turned around and avoided Uncle Guo, and said with a serious face: "Don't touch it randomly, this is a purebred Tibetan mastiff. I specially went to Linzhi to invite it. Can you afford to pay for it if it gets damaged?"

"

Uncle Guo retracted his hand angrily, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he said angrily: "Tibetan Mastiff? Real or fake?"

"Nonsense, of course it's true. This is an authentic iron-clad gold. Do you know what it was called before? Purple Kirin! Hey, I'm not bragging to you. If it were before, this thing would have been the emperor's pet. People like you shouldn't

If you say you touched it, you are not allowed to look at it."

The Tibetan Mastiff seemed to understand the owner's praise and opened its mouth and barked a few times.

"Listen to this cry. It's an authentic cry. There's an aristocratic sound in it. Do you know how much it's worth? I'm not afraid of scaring you. It's fifty days worth!"

Uncle Guo's mouth twitched and he was cursing in his heart.

Isn't it just a dog? It's so popular, right?

At this time, the Tibetan Mastiff suddenly ran to the side, raised its legs and pooped a bunch of dog poop.

"Hey, look at this thing. The poop is different from that of ordinary dogs. These Tibetan mastiffs living on the snowy plateau eat yak meat that contains a lot of vitamins. Let your dog eat it later.

Don’t waste it.”

After saying this, Liu Xuewu led the Tibetan Mastiff and staggered away humming a tune, without any intention of cleaning up the dog poop.

"Bah, it's a purple unicorn. I think he's your father."

Uncle Guo spat fiercely at Liu Xuewu's back, with a look that made him want to eat Liu Xuewu up.

Liu Xuewu has always been like this, relying on his son to show off his power in the community, and do whatever he loves.

He doesn't care how others scold him or say anything about him.

He originally owned a house of 103, but because he kept a dog, the owner of 102 was forced to sell the house to him at a low price.

The other two families couldn't compete and he simply moved away.

As soon as the others left, he installed a large iron gate at the entrance of the corridor and openly occupied the corridor.

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.

Liu Xuewu felt so good after finally buying the Tibetan Mastiff that he had longed for. He sang while walking, feeling very proud in his heart.

"One drum is used to tighten the shirt, two drums are used to make war, and three drums are used to hand over the troops..."

When Liu Xuewu opened the yard and looked at Catnip, he was stunned and his singing stopped abruptly.

The cat carrier he had placed next to the catnip disappeared.

Even his precious British shorthair disappeared.

"Mimi!"

Liu Xuewu quickly put the Tibetan mastiff into a cage and started looking around.

But no matter how he called Yingduan there was no response.

Looking at the catnip leaves falling on the ground, he seemed to understand that someone had used some method to steal his cat and the cage together.

Liu Xuewu took out his cell phone tremblingly and dialed Zhao Shanhe's number as he walked out.

"Old Zhao, come here quickly, my cat is missing."

"What cat? Just your British shorthair?"

"Yes, yes, that's it, it's gone! Come here quickly!"

Liu Xuewu rushed to the security room angrily, raised his leg and kicked open the door of the security room.

In the security room, Uncle Guo was handing over work to the fat man. Before he could react, Liu Xuewu grabbed him by the collar and was pressed against the wall.

"Lao Guo, where is my cat?"

"I...how do I know?" Uncle Guo looked confused and pushed Liu Xuewu away with a wave of his hand.

"Don't you know? How do you become security guards? My cat was still in the yard when I went out, and now even the cage is gone. You tell me you don't know, who was on duty last night?"

"Yesterday...it was me last night, what happened?"

The fat man blinked his little eyes and had no idea what was happening.

Liu Xuewu looked back at the fat man, raised his hand and slapped the fat man loudly on the face, and then kicked the fat man out of the security booth.

The fat man stumbled back several steps, his feet slipped and he fell onto his back.

Liu Xuewu rolled up his sleeves and walked out with gritted teeth: "Damn fat man, where is my cat?"
To be continued...