A rental apartment building near the red light district. Unlike the surrounding buildings that are covered with neon tubes that only shine at night, this building is painted with quiet colors, giving people the feeling of an ancient Ukiyo-e, but not so bright.
The color is like this. In front of such a small building, stood Jiang Shao and Hidden Suo who led him the way.
"Is this here?" Jiang Yan looked around, "It's amazing. I didn't know there was such a building so close to the red light district." Ansuo curled his lips, "It's been a few years. After all, many powerful people have been keeping mistresses for a long time.
It’s understandable that the place was not demolished – I feel that the surrounding buildings were built so high and bright just to cover up this place.”
"Are you sure Taiyi lives here?"
"That's what I heard - brother Yan, don't worry!" Ansuo saw Jiang Yan trying to hit her, and she quickly protected her forehead. Not long ago, she was slapped because she made an inappropriate joke with Jiang Yan.
He was so cruel for a moment, but now he still has lingering fears. "He is quite famous," Ansuo explained, "There are also a lot of rumors. People in our industry will more or less listen to them. After all, some people cannot be touched."
It sounded quite reasonable. Jiang Yan took back his hand, looked at the building again, and waved his hand. "Let's go." Seeing Ansuo blinking his eyes blankly, Jiang Yan was shocked, "Why, you still expect me to do it myself?"
To get in by normal means? You have to pick the lock."
"Well, Brother Yan." Ansuo said with a troubled face, "You know I am a thief, a thief with principles. It's okay to be a pickpocket on the road, but this burglary violates my principles."
This was something Jiang Yan didn't expect. He shrugged and walked away alone. Just as he was wondering if he should find some other means to break down the door violently, a faint voice came from behind him:
"You have to pay more."
"——I told you to learn well at a young age! Stand still!"
"Brother Yan, talk a lot but don't do anything! Stop hitting, don't hit, can't I help you?"
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Two thieves, one big and one small, pried open the lock of the side door and walked into the "Bronze Bird Terrace". The whole building was eerily quiet, and even every doorkeeper made people feel that they deliberately chose the side door to enter, but they were guilty of thieves.
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"Brother Yan, we don't know which room it is, what's going on?"
"Do you still remember how I asked you if you knew Taiyi?"
Ansuo twitched his long ears and said, "Looking for a male prostitute named Taiyi in the red light district. He is likely to have a close relationship with someone who is powerful but doesn't know his true identity. As soon as you said that, I roughly guessed who it was."
"Then have you seen this Taiyi or that big shot?"
"Uh, no."
Jiang Yan continued to ask, "Then think about it again. From what you have heard in your memory, are there many people raised here?"
An Suo responded, "Not many, I should say I haven't heard of any others - this one is the more famous one." After hearing this, Jiang Yan stood up with relief. "Then things are simple. This is the fourth floor of the building.
Right? We can probably solve it with up to four pries."
To be honest, a building in the downtown area specifically for rich people to keep their loved ones sounded like many buildings used by different families. At first, Jiang Yan was worried that it would look like a full-sized tube building, but now
It seems that rich people all have similar hobbies.
How can you save face, let your woman, or man, squeeze into the same space with other people? Not to mention that it would be as out of place as an ordinary pimp, but what if the words on your pillow have ears?
Come to think of it, it's normal to carry a bag to the next floor.
He stood up and walked to a door to observe carefully. Jiang Yan became more and more sure of his judgment: the fine dust in the cracks of the door was in sharp contrast with the clean corridor. Looking at the next door, it was still the same. Although he didn't know what was inside this corridor.
Who was cleaning, but it seemed that these people were complying with Jiang Shao's conjecture instructions: they were not allowed to look at what was inside the door - after all, they might have seen those private things somewhere?
These accumulations of dust make Jiang Yan's target easy to find. On the first floor, all the doors are in the same condition. It seems that no one has cared about this floor for a long time. Walking up the stairs to the second floor, the situation is the same as before.
The building was exactly the same. Just as Jiang Yan was about to walk up to the third floor, he was pulled back by a hidden rope, "Wait a minute, Brother Yan - aren't you worried about surveillance?"
"I'm worried." Jiang Yan shrugged, "But it won't happen here. Just feel free to walk around." Who would deliberately leave something like surveillance in a private place that might expose their privacy? Jiang Yan
He strode all the way to the third floor - as soon as he entered the corridor, he was shocked by a faint fragrance that was different from the other two floors. It was obvious that there was someone living on this floor. He searched carefully with the hidden clues, and finally
, there was no dust on the door or on the door of the room towards the west corner, and the scent on the door clearly told that this was an occupied residence.
"That's it right here." Ansuo saw Jiang Yan stop and move quickly to get the tools in his pocket. Jiang Yan stretched out his hand to stop her and gently put down the bag he had been carrying from the beginning.
Jiang Yan put on gloves, a mask and goggles for himself, and handed Ansuo a pair of the same protective gear. Jiang Yan pointed out a line by the door, "Bring it with you outside. I didn't ask you not to come over easily." He explained.
After finishing, Jiang Yan took out the bottles and brushes from the bag and began to work carefully.
Ansuo watched Jiang Shao scurry around and asked curiously: "Brother Shao, what are you doing?" "Collecting evidence." Jiang Shao recalled the steps and key points he had asked Jessica before coming here.
While extracting footprints unskilledly. How did Jessica do it so fast? Jiang Yan tried his best, but due to his poor technique and the hotel-style soft carpet in the corridor, he was unable to extract any useful clues.
"How is it? Can you see anything?"
"...There is no soil." Jiang Yan forced himself to come up with some conclusions, "No one living here has ever come into contact with muddy ground."
Jiang Yan moved to the battlefield, stood up and began to observe the door handle: a metal product. Jiang Yan's eyes lit up when he saw this. This is an excellent surface to leave fingerprints and other evidence of sweat! Jiang Yan took out the powder and sprinkled it evenly.
He put the brush on the door handle and gently swept it - once, twice. Jiang Yan's brows tightened even more.
There's no powder left on the handle - no fingerprints on it!
"I don't think today's cleaners will wipe all the door handles and doors..." Jiang Yan prayed silently in his heart, comparing the heights of himself, Jessica and Nate in his mind, imagining opening the door.
It is possible to re-obtain evidence by touching several locations on the door with your hands.
This time, fingerprints emerged. Multiple left palm prints, a rough comparison showed they belonged to the same person. One of them was very fresh.
In this way, someone had indeed used this room, but there were no traces left on the door handle. If this person hadn't insisted on wearing a glove to open the door, then there is only one possibility - the traces were deliberately erased.