Jian Jian gently opened the door, and a cold wave rushed in instantly.
That's right, at Chen Zibai's suggestion, the few people did not close the windows. Thinking about it now, they obviously wanted to conceal some information by clearing away the smell.
But for him, the memory of smell is not difficult.
"So what is the purpose of inviting people..." Jian Jian put his pockets in his pockets and walked through the dark corridor, "If it's just an ordinary murderous revenge, it would be too cheap..."
In order not to be noticed by the security guards, Jian Yan did not turn on the lights. Unnecessary light sources would only be a disturbance to him.
What he wanted to do was to try his best to restore Chen Zibai's thoughts and mood when he saw the corner. This is one of the basic principles of profiling.
"The mood is tense, the light is not enough..." Jian Jian said to himself as he walked, "These conditions are likely to cause a certain degree of fear to the person involved..."
"If you put it that way, it's most likely a visual impact? That's not right..." He said, shaking his head to deny his guess, "Chen Zibai doesn't seem like a person who would change his mind because of being frightened... Then there is only one person left.
It’s possible.”
Jian Yan quickly crossed out several impossible reasons in his mind, and in the end there was only one reason left.
His footsteps paused, and the door to the corner room finally appeared in front of his eyes.
Inside was the answer he wanted.
"Sure enough, what I told Liu Xinke is not completely nonsense..." A smile appeared on the corner of Jian Yan's mouth, "Not all people who have lost their memory really are, at least not now."
He smoothed his hair, quickly took out the wire he had prepared from his pocket, and inserted it straight into the lock of the wooden door.
Obviously, this is just an ordinary door lock.
The simple structure is not even designed to prevent theft... Such a lock cannot stop simplicity, not even for a moment.
Not long after, the defense of the door lock was quickly defeated by his skillful techniques. The lock opened in response, and the door revealed a slight gap, from which a beam of moonlight shined, illuminating the dusty floor.
The spider web was torn into pieces and hung in broken threads on the upper right corner of the door.
"Squeak..."
The dilapidated door slowly cracked open, like fallen leaves messy in the wind, swaying slightly one by one.
"This thing is a bit old..." Jian Yi put away the wire and then gently opened the door, "But it doesn't look like the problem is too serious."
As soon as he opened the door, a strange smell flowed straight into Tianling Gai's nose. It couldn't be said to be disgusting, it could only be said to be pungent. This breath almost sent him to the west.
"Is this black powder?"
Exhaling a breath, Jian Yan frowned, and then raised his eyes to look for nearby light sources and windows, "What age are we in, it's impossible to use this thing to make explosives..."
After closing the door, he casually touched the plastic switch on the right side and pressed it downwards. Sufficient light instantly filled the entire room, making the environment not look so scary.
But when he saw the whole room, even he was a little shocked.
"Good guy, are you doing research?!" Jian Jian opened the door for some air and locked his gaze on the operating table directly opposite him, muttering in his mouth: "If these things work, hand them over to the police.
TM A five-year sentence is considered too little..."
As he spoke, he quickly walked towards the large square table filled with bottles and cans in front of him: "Powdered sulfur, powdered charcoal... potassium nitrate? What era do you belong to, and you still make such useless explosives...
…”
Picking up the transparent beaker and looking at it, Jian Yi nodded thoughtfully: "But if these things are all leftovers from twenty years ago, then it would be understandable... This third floor is both designed and decorated.
It’s so old, it’s a completely different world from the one downstairs…”
Having said this, he shook the closed jar with the remaining sulfur powder, and then said to himself: "If these objects are all left over twenty years ago, or the two floors below were built on the original site twenty years ago.
Either expand on the basis of the original site, or...renovate one or two floors on the basis of the original site..."
Considering that this is a third floor, not a basement, it is obviously more reasonable to renovate the first and second floors on the original site and retain the third floor.
After all these possibilities were eliminated, the question returned to its original point: what made Chen Zibai change his mind.
After seeing these things, you felt dangerous and gave up the investigation?
That's too much nonsense.
Based on the simple, most reliable, and safest and most prudent elimination method, he once again listed two possibilities:
Saw something or met someone.
First of all, after one day and two nights, Jian Jian could basically conclude that the inviter was among the eight people - the number of people in the photo and the complete lack of traces of life all confirmed this view.
Secondly, if possibilities such as secret passages are ruled out, it is impossible for Qian Duoduo, Zhang Linchuan and Bai Xia to meet Chen Zibai, and there will be no reason for themselves and the security guards.
If he had seen someone...could it be Li Lin's body lying in the freezer?
It doesn't make sense at all.
So the only possibility is that Chen Zibai saw this pile of stuff and suddenly realized something.
And what she realized forced her to stop searching for the inheritance - life is always more important than money.
There was a creaking sound outside the door. It seemed that the strong wind at night had blown open the third-story door, or the window was open. The roaring sound passed through my ears, like a train passing through a tunnel.
The sound was not far away, as if it was right next to the door.
Like lightning, simple experience and intuition sounded the alarm in an instant.
Footsteps.
"So... you have recovered your memory, right?" Jian Jian did not look back at the door, but stood in front of the table as if nothing had happened, picking up a beaker and looking at it.
The sound of the wind became more and more terrifying, howling through the open window.
The silence lasted for a few seconds, and was suddenly broken by Chen Zibai's cold voice: "What on earth do you know?"
Jian Jian put down the beaker, touched his chin noncommittally, then spread his hands and said, "Isn't it obvious? Whatever you see, I see. Correspondingly, whatever you know, I naturally know."
A strange light flashed in Chen Zibai's eyes: "Sure enough, after seeing the accident scene ten years ago, did you also regain your memory..."
"So what do you want to do when you come back here?" Jian Jian glanced at the fruit knife she was holding tightly in her hand, "Destroy evidence? Kill people and silence them?"
He smiled and said: "If you compete with others to strike faster, I'm afraid you will suffer a lot in terms of experience..."
