Bao Sheng first checked carefully to make sure there were no special marks, and then raised his hand to open the window.
Entering June, the weather has started to get hotter, and the house has been without ventilation for many days, which is really depressing.
As soon as the window was opened, the outside air rushed in, and the room became cooler.
But what came with it was not the freshness of the air, but the strange smell of farmyard manure.
"Holy crap! This smell... is too bright." Jiang Muyang stuck his head out and looked outside.
A few meters south of this building is a fence wall, and beyond that is the corn field.
The sun is just right today, shining down diagonally, and the green leaves are shining brightly, presenting a vibrant scene.
Bao Sheng followed his gaze and looked out: "It must have been fertilized recently and it is about to ear."
"What the hell?" Jiang Muyang couldn't understand what he was talking about.
"It's about to grow corns." Duanmo continued, "You don't even understand this, do you?"
When I was a child, my grandfather would sow some corn seeds in the field next to the backyard wall every year, and he would always produce a few ears in July and August.
"My mother's garden only grows flowers and vegetables. She has never grown anything like this." Jiang Muyang didn't think he should know this.
"The heading period is the fastest growing stage of corn. With good field management, you can achieve the goal of more and larger ears." Lu Wuchuan said, "This was taught in junior high school."
"Really? We didn't study in the same city, so maybe we have different knowledge." Jiang Muyang justified himself. He didn't admit that he didn't study well when he was in school.
After raising his nose and smelling it, he said disgustedly: "You can't open the windows at all, and there's no air conditioning. How can you live here?"
"You just get used to it," Bao Sheng said. "When I was a child, my house was very close to the melon fields. When fertilizer was applied, I could smell it."
"No wonder you're so big, it turned out to be the fertilizer!" Jiang Muyang almost burst into laughter after saying this. After receiving Bao Sheng's glare, he quickly said sternly, "Stop staring and get to work quickly."
There were only a few items in the bedroom, so it was not difficult to search through them.
There is only a small medicine box in the drawer of the bedside table. In addition to commonly used medicines, there are also blood lipid-lowering and antihypertensive medicines.
Apart from pens and papers, nothing else was found in the cabinet doors and drawers of the desk.
Opening the door of the big wardrobe, a set of uniforms from the tax system hung in a prominent position. There were also two shirts, two T-shirts and a few pairs of pants. There were only a few items in total, making the wardrobe look empty.
When the cabinet door on the other side opens, there are neatly folded quilts, a thick cotton quilt, a towel quilt, and other bedding such as sheets and quilt covers.
In the cardboard box next to it are three transparent shoe boxes, a pair of snow boots, a pair of sports shoes, and the other one is empty.
The box below contains several books, which are also related to economics. Compared with the ones on the desk, they are much newer and they have obviously not been read much.
The suitcase contained winter clothes. Jiang Muyang, who originally had no hope, opened the mezzanine and whispered: "Damn, this is really planning to escape!"
There are three ID cards and two passports. The ages, names, and addresses on them are different, but the photos are all of Mei Qingyu.
In addition to the documents, there is also a bank card, an old card with a magnetic stripe, but the card is very new, with almost no scratch marks, and it looks like it is not commonly used.
Bao Sheng packed the things in the evidence bag, opened the bottom drawer of the closet next to him, rummaged through it, and was quite disappointed.
There were underwear and socks in the drawer, but nothing else.
Lu Wuchuan leaned over and picked up a vest with his gloved fingers: "Mei Qing and her living standard are not low."
The other three people were puzzled and looked at him with doubtful eyes. The man was wearing a sleeveless white vest, which really showed how high his standard of living was.
"When he died, he was wearing the same thing as this one, but the trademark on that one was cut off." Lu Wuchuan turned out the trademark on the hem of the vest, "This one... costs more than three hundred yuan."
"Wearing more than three hundred vests, but living in such a shabby house." Jiang Muyang clicked his tongue, "Isn't this almost half a month's rent?"
The housing prices in this area are not high to begin with, and the house is so small, so the monthly rent is probably only a few hundred yuan.
Lu Wuchuan threw the vest to him: "Pack it in a bag and take it back."
There are a lot of things that need to be taken back to the bureau as evidence, including half-empty red wine in the kitchen cupboard, boxes of sea cucumbers in the cabinet below, razors on the bathroom shelf...
Except for sea cucumbers, the other items look unremarkable, but none of them are brands that ordinary people would use.
Everything proves that Mei Qingyu did not give most of his income to his ex-wife and daughter as his colleagues said, and he lived a life of poverty.
Not only that, his consumption level far exceeds his income.
After leaving the house that Mei Qingyu rented, the four of them went to the tax bureau where he worked.
His office is not big, about 12 to 3 square meters, and is as simple as his home. There is a desk, a computer, a filing cabinet and three chairs. There are two pots of pothos on the window sill, and nothing else.
It took less than an hour to search the entire house, but no valuable clues were found.
Jiang Muyang wanted to fold down the computer host and take it back to the bureau, but was stopped by the director of the tax branch office who was in charge of reception: "I'm sorry, officer, this...can't be taken away."
"Why?" Jiang Muyang frowned in confusion.
The office director said awkwardly: "There are some documents and information here that cannot be shared externally."
"We don't look at your tax statements, we just check to see if..."
"Mu Yang, let's put it down for now. We will come back to issue a certificate and ask Dong Ming to come over." Jiang Muyang was interrupted by Lu Wuchuan before he could finish his words.
Each unit has its own regulations. Even if they are handling a case, they should not embarrass others too much.
The office director was obviously relieved. If these people took the computer away by force, he really wouldn't be able to stop them.
Lu Wuchuan glanced at him and said, "We need to talk to Mei Qingyu's colleagues to find out about his situation."
"No problem, go to the conference room. I'll call whoever you want to find." The office director readily agreed.
In addition to the deputy section chief, Mei Qing and several other members of his department were called in to talk, and then his colleagues from other departments who usually had some dealings with him.
Similar to what they learned before, most of these people's comments about Mei Qingyu were that he was easy-going and serious about his work. But he was easy-going, but he didn't have any deep interactions with anyone.
When asked about his recent performance, no one thought there was anything unusual.
The only clue was that a young girl in his department said that when she took the documents to Mei Qingyu to sign on the day of the accident, he answered the phone.
The little girl didn't know what the other party said. She only heard Mei Qing saying that they would talk after they met.