Moreover, Mu Fan soon understood that this was where the suspect Huo Dacheng stayed.
At this moment, Xia Yuqing and He Xiaopang were squatting outside this apartment.
Mu Fan inserted the sword into his waist again, closed the curtains, and walked out of the room.
After walking out of the Traveler's House, Mu Fan calmly glanced around.
After confirming that no one was following him, he walked to the street and got on a public carriage.
This kind of carriage is a light four-wheeled carriage powered by two horses. It can seat up to twenty people in one carriage. Although it is not fast, it is very stable.
Today, fuel has become a very scarce strategic resource.
Therefore, public carriages cover all the main roads in Yongle District, and each carriage has its own fixed driving route. As long as it is on this route, passengers can get off at any time.
Ten minutes later, Mu Fan got off the car at the intersection of Holy Cross Street.
It is already sunset and the lanterns are starting to come on.
Mu Fan walked along the tree-lined path to the apartment building No. 220.
He slowly approached the garden on the left side of the apartment. Not only was it close to the apartment, but it also had enough shelter, making it an excellent surveillance point.
Sure enough, before Mu Fan could enter the garden, Xia Yuqing, dressed in black, had already stepped out of the shadows.
She waved her hand towards Mu Fan, pointed at the shadow on the apartment window, and whispered:
"Huo Dacheng is sitting in front of the window reading a book."
"In addition, half an hour ago, a man in a black coat came to visit Huo Dacheng, but left after ten minutes."
Mu Fan looked carefully at the position of the window.
Indeed, there is a figure outlined by a light on the carved frosted glass.
At this moment, he was sitting on a recliner with a book in his arms.
He was so fascinated by it that he couldn't move at all.
Xia Yuqing added: "Little Fatty went to follow the man in the black coat."
Mu Fan nodded.
However, the more he looked at the shadow on the window, the more he felt something was wrong!
How could a general manager of a paper factory with a junior high school education be so absorbed in reading a book?!
"terrible!"
Mu Fan suddenly frowned: "Sister Yuqing, follow me!"
With that said, Mu Fan walked out of the bushes in the garden and rushed straight towards the door of the apartment.
Xia Yuqing was stunned when she saw this, and her eyes widened in surprise.
She didn't understand what happened, but she immediately followed Mu Fan to the door of the apartment.
Mu Fan reached out and grasped the handle of the apartment door and twisted it hard, only to find that the door handle did not move at all!
The door is locked!
Mu Fan looked around and suddenly kicked the door.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the connection between the secret lock and the door frame broke, and the wooden door suddenly opened backwards and hit the wall of the rear corridor.
Looking from outside the door, the house is pitch black!
Only the desk lamp in the living room emitted a dim light, barely outlining the scene in the corridor.
Under the crimson moonlight, Mu Fan walked into the door.
In the spacious living room, the fire in the fireplace danced restlessly, and the flickering light reflected the shadows of the furniture on the surrounding walls, making it ethereal and strange.
At this moment, a gas lamp was burning on the table next to the window.
In the light, a fat body was sitting on a recliner, with his back to the living room door, motionless.
Mu Fan groped around the wall for a while and finally found the switch of the chandelier in the living room.
Snap!
The iron chandelier flashed sparks, and then the gas in the lamp tube was ignited, and the whole living room lit up.
Xia Yuqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and inserted the dagger back into her riding boots.
Mu Fan glanced at the furnishings and wooden floors in the living room and found no trace of anything unusual.
He walked to the window, looked down and saw that the person on the recliner was Huo Dacheng.
At this moment, his fat body was nestled on the couch like a puddle of mud. He was wearing a gray robe and holding an industrial magazine in his arms. His drooping head was lowered, just blocking his chest.
Mu Fan reached out and poked Huo Dacheng's forehead, and his fleshy head immediately tilted back.
hiss!
Xia Yuqing's eyes widened in horror!
A blood hole was exposed on Huo Dacheng's chest, and bright red blood oozed out.
But his pale face was very peaceful, without any trace of pain.
Mu Fan reached out and touched the artery between Huo Dacheng's neck and frowned:
"died!"
"But the body is still warm, and the death time is expected to be no more than half an hour."
"The murderer should be the person who visited Huo Dacheng half an hour ago."
Hearing this, Xia Yuqing showed a trace of remorse on her face. She lowered her head and pursed her lips. She secretly raised her eyes to look at Mu Fan's expression, like a kitten that had made a mistake and was waiting for punishment from its master:
"It's all my fault, but Fatty has sent Carter to follow the man in black!"
Mu Fan didn't say anything. Whatever he said now was in vain.
He must carefully examine Huo Dacheng's body in order to find more clues.
Mu Fan took off Huo Dacheng's shirt, revealing the scar on his chest:
"The shot is very neat. Although the blade is very narrow, it kills with one blow!"
"Huh? So what?" Xia Yuqing asked, it sounded like Mu Fan was praising the murderer.
"So, the murderer is very professional." Mu Fan explained.
"If there is no accident, Xiaopang may get lost."
"ah?!"
Xia Yuqing's face instantly turned pale, and she murmured in a tearful voice, "What should we do now?"
Mu Fan consoled her: "Sister Yuqing, don't worry, you go search the villa and I'll check the body."
Xia Yuqing nodded and immediately started searching.
Ze Mufan began to examine the living room:
There is a mahogany bookshelf on the wall facing the corpse, with an empty space for books on it.
There were two cups of black tea on the coffee table in the center of the living room, but judging from the height of the tea in the ceramic cups, they had not been drunk.
The wooden floor underfoot was very clean, without even a trace of debris.
Wait, there's just some black rub marks on the floor underneath the chandelier switch.
The leather sofa was very neat, and there were no signs of fighting anywhere.
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Mu Fan sorted out the information in his mind, nodded silently, and then leaned down to look at Huo Dacheng's body.
There is a faint pungent smell mixed with the beard lotion.
It’s...ether!
Then, he put his hand into Huo Dacheng's pocket, turned it over a few times, and then touched a card.
When I took it out, I saw it was a mailing slip.
Mu Fan glanced at the address on the mailing slip, then put it in his pocket, smacked his lips and said:
"Professional techniques, meticulous thinking, and careful planning."
Xia Yuqing frowned when she heard this: "Xiao Fanfan, I always feel that you are praising the murderer!"