When he heard that he wanted to pay, the fat landlord was a little hesitant. Several people who followed him upstairs said that it was better to open the door and take a look before they could rest assured. Some even said, "If you lose money, you will avoid disaster."
Duan Mo secretly laughed in his heart. Chinese people are like this. They are not afraid of big troubles when watching the excitement. He wished he could open the door and find out what was going on to satisfy his curiosity.
The fat landlord gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll do whatever I can."
Yan Yishuai asked him for his ID card, took a photo with his mobile phone, and repeatedly stressed that if he was not the homeowner, he would be legally responsible afterwards.
The fat landlord repeatedly said that he was the landlord, so Yan Yishuai called up a phone number from the contacts on his mobile phone: "Call this number, the locksmith company registered with the Public Security Bureau."
Ten minutes later, a man carrying a toolbox arrived. After Yan Yishuai read his ID, he smacked his lips at the gray iron door.
The man only glanced at it a few times, without even opening the tool box. He took out a hard card similar to a bank card from his trouser pocket, stuck it in the crack of the door, knocked on the door lock a few times, and pressed the card with a little force——
The door lock clicked open.
"Okay, fifty yuan." The man pulled out a receipt and handed it to the fat landlord.
The fat landlord reluctantly took out a banknote and patted it in his hand, curling his lips: "I knew it was so simple, so I did it myself."
The man sneered disdainfully: "If you can open it, how can I survive?" After that, he said hello to Yan Yishuai and left with the toolbox.
This is an old-fashioned single room, and there is no one in the room. On the left side of the entrance passage is the bathroom, inside is a small dining room and a balcony converted into a kitchen, and on the right is the bedroom. The furnishings in the bedroom are very simple, including a dressing table and a bed.
, bedside table, double fabric sofa, in front of the sofa is a small glass coffee table, the end of the bed is facing a TV cabinet, with a square old-fashioned TV on it, and a large wardrobe with double doors stands in the corner behind the door.
, the whole room makes people feel like they have returned to the 1990s.
The quilt was not folded, but laid flat on the bed, and a pair of pillows were thrown casually on the bedside. The door of the large wardrobe was ajar, and the drawer of the dresser near the bed was not closed tightly. Although there were not many in the room,
Messy, but clearly looked over.
"Oh no, Zhang Cuihuang must have run away. It turns out there was a large trolley suitcase on the cabinet."
Duanmo's eyes were fixed on the steps at the bathroom door. The fat landlord's sudden exclamation startled her. Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed the fat body who wanted to rush into the house: "Don't destroy the scene."
Then he turned around and chased away the neighbors who wanted to follow him: "Don't look at it. The tenant has run away. You guys are standing around here. If something is lost, who's responsible will it be?"
Yan Yishuai was a little surprised when he heard what she said. It had been more than two months since this little girl had been in the institute, and this was the first time he had heard her say so many words.
After just a moment, he turned back to the fat landlord and said, "Aren't all the furniture and electrical appliances in this house full of things here? Why are you so anxious?" In his opinion, all the things in this house full of things together are not enough to pay the moving company's fare.
It's obviously not normal for the fat landlord to have such a strong reaction.
The neighbors were afraid of getting into trouble, so they all retreated outside the gate, but no one left. They all craned their necks to look inside, as if hoping to hear some exciting news for conversation after dinner.
Yan Yishuai professionally took out his white gloves from his pocket and put them on. He first opened the drawer of the bedside table completely, took a look, and then turned to the wardrobe.
When he opened the closet door, a bunch of things fell out and hit his feet. Fortunately, they were all clothes and did not cause any damage, but he was still shocked when he was unprepared.
He pulled his foot back angrily and looked at Duanmo, who was standing blankly at the door: "Do you see something is wrong?"
These words didn't sound like a question, but more like the examiner was asking the candidate a question. Duanmo thought to himself that she was indeed a veteran in the institute. No matter if she answered yes or no, the other party would be able to pick up the conversation without anyone noticing.
He, an "old man" at the police station, could not observe as carefully as any intern.
Duan Mo's sense of responsibility as a people's policeman prevented her from saying no without conscience. She pointed to the outside of the bathroom and the joint between the steps and the ground: "The color here is different from other places."
Strictly speaking, the bathroom in this kind of old house can only be called a toilet, because the original design was for squatting toilets, so the floor was much higher than the outside. Although they were later changed to sitting toilets, the floor could not be completely removed.
There is at least ten centimeters of height left, so that there is an extra ten centimeters high step under the bathroom door.
Once the steps were level with the wall where the door was, it was as if a door had been opened on the wall. At this time, the gap under the steps was obviously deeper than in other places, not just because of the return of moisture, but because it was dyed with other colors.
Dark brown with brown.
Yan Yishuai squatted down, took a closer look, lightly scratched it with his white-gloved fingers, twisted it twice, and smelled it again. He glanced towards the bathroom, and his expression suddenly changed: "
Duanmo, seal off the scene, hurry up!"
"Eh? Comrade police, what on earth is going on?" The fat landlord looked confused.
Duanmo took his arm and led him out the door: "I don't know yet, just wait outside."
Yan Yishuai made a phone call and walked out of the house. He asked everyone present: "Who has seen the tenants in this house recently?"
An old man pointed at the middle-aged woman who had complained before: "She lives next door, ask her."
The woman glanced at him and said, "What's wrong with living next door? I'm not familiar with her."
Yan Yishuai looked at the woman and asked, "What do you call this eldest sister?"
"My surname is Zhao."
"Sister Zhao, have you heard any movement in this house recently?"
"There has always been noise since she moved into this house, and it has only stopped in the past two days." Sister Zhao's eyes were full of contempt.
The man wearing a vintage leather jacket next to her touched her arm with his elbow in an obscene manner: "What are you hearing?"
"Get out!" Sister Zhao angrily yelled, dusting off the non-existent dust on her arms in disgust, "Who doesn't know that you are always listening in the corner downstairs!"
"How can the neighbor downstairs hear clearly?" The wretched man raised his eyebrows so high.
Yan Yishuai coughed twice: "Sister Zhao, how many days has it been going on next door?"
Sister Zhao thought for a while: "It's been almost a week."
"Has there been no one at her house this week?" Yan Yishuai asked again.
Sister Zhao frowned: "How would I know? I didn't stare at her house all day." She turned to look at the wretched man and said, "Ask him, he often hangs around downstairs. Every time he meets that woman
He, everyone said hello to him."
The wretched man obviously didn't expect that she would change the topic to him, and said quickly: "I only hang out downstairs occasionally, not often."
Yan Yishuai glanced at him: "When was the last time you saw her?"