Master Chen and several of his colleagues were busy applying putty powder to the renovated house to lay the foundation for the next step of painting the wall. Suddenly, the door of the house opposite opened. A young man came over and politely opened the door.
He said hello and asked them: "There is some ink splattered on the wall of my house. Can a few masters come and help brush it? There are not many places where the splash is, and it will not take up too much of your time."
Hearing that he wanted to help, Master Chen snorted in his heart. It is not easy for them to work these days. The average working time is more than ten hours. There is no time for rest. How can they be willing to help others for no reason.
But the next second, the young man walked in, took out a few hundred-dollar bills, and gave one to each of the three construction workers.
Master Chen immediately decided to secretly earn extra money while the head of the household was away.
"Hi! Why are you so polite?" Master Chen said as he accepted the money.
"It's not easy for everyone, so we should give some money." The young man said, and then he took Master Chen into his home, pointing to the wall at the corner of the living room and kitchen, where there was a piece of dark green ink, "That's it.
Here, please excuse me."
Master Chen thought it was a wall that had been painted with paint, but it was a bit troublesome to deal with. This kind of wall that was just scraped with putty powder could be solved in two or three times, and it was guaranteed that no traces of new paint would be visible.
Of course, Master Chen just thought about it in his mind but didn't say it out loud. This young man didn't understand these things at first glance. He gave each of them a hundred for such a simple thing, which really made a lot of money.
"Okay, it's not difficult to deal with." Master Chen went back to get the brush.
The young man followed and asked, "Master, will it be easy for people to see this wall after we finish painting it?"
"Don't worry, I'm sure you won't see any difference after it dries." Master Chen waved his hand to reassure the young man, then picked up the brush and carried a small bucket filled with putty powder back the way he came.
The young man found a few pieces of paper and put them on the ground. Master Chen put the brush into the bucket and turned it around. Then he lifted it a little, paused for about ten seconds, and then started painting the wall with ink.
After a few brushes, the wall will turn white again, but the color of the newly painted areas is still a little different from other areas.
"Okay, it's done. You won't see any difference when it dries." Master Chen said.
"Thank you." The young man thanked him.
"It's all a small problem. If there's nothing else, I'll go over and get busy." Master Chen said with a smile.
The young man helped Master Chen lift the bucket of putty powder: "Okay, I won't waste your time, I will help you carry it back."
"Oh no, no, no, just a few steps..." As he said this, the young man helped Master Chen move the bucket back. Master Chen had a smile on his face, thinking that this young man was quite sensible.
The young man helped carry the bucket, thanked him again, and then returned home. Master Chen and his two workers looked at each other and smiled, feeling happy for the extra money they had easily earned today, and then continued to work.
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After closing the security door, Zhang Yichi, who had been smiling just now, regained his composure. He came to the wall that was originally spattered with blood and carefully looked at the newly painted situation.
After feeling that there was basically no problem, he sat back on the sofa, closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, thinking about something.
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It was around 11:40 that night.
Zhang Yichi went back to the basement again, took Lu Tao's schoolbag, glasses, and shoes home, knocked off the lenses of Lu Tao's high-definition glasses, brushed the blood-stained shoes, and then changed into his school uniform.
, wearing glasses with lenses that have been knocked off.
Lu Tao's shoe size was a little smaller than his, so he took out the insoles inside so that he could barely put them on without being so cramped.
He stood in the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, felt a little dissatisfied, and found a cap strap.
Glancing at the time, it was already 11:50. Zhang Yichi returned to the bedroom and took out a pair of black trousers and a hooded top from the closet.
After putting these two pieces of clothes, a pair of shoes, and a bag into his schoolbag, Zhang Yichi did the last thing, which was to turn off Lu Tao's cell phone and pull out the phone card.
Time passed minute by minute, gradually approaching twelve o'clock. Zhang Yichi did not take Lu Tao's mobile phone, but just put on Lu Tao's schoolbag, shoes, and glasses and went out.
When going downstairs, he took deep breaths from time to time to adjust himself, trying to look normal.
After leaving the unit door, Zhang Yichi was exposed to the camera. He lowered his head slightly, and the brim of his peaked cap was enough to cover his face. He began to follow the route he took yesterday, exited from the main entrance of the community, boarded the
Overpass, bypass the square, pass by the main entrance of Yonghe Community, and enter the grove next to Yonghe Community.
Entering the grove, Zhang Yichi looked around cautiously but calmly. After confirming that no one was there, he immediately took off his cap, opened his schoolbag, took out his casual clothes, changed into them, and stuffed his school uniform, cap, Lu Tao's shoes, and glasses into the woods.
In the bag.
Pulling up the hood of his jacket to cover his head, Zhang Yichi held the school uniform bag in one hand and Lu Tao's empty schoolbag in the other, and continued walking through the grove, looking at the road outside.
It took some time to finally find a surveillance blind spot. Zhang Yichi walked out and threw his schoolbag into the trash can. The trash can should be cleared once a day, and the schoolbag would be taken away from this dangerous area without leaving any trace.
Zhang Yichi, who had a new look, walked quickly on the sidewalk next to the highway, throwing something in the trash can on the roadside from time to time. He deliberately made a big circle, and when he returned to the community from another gate, Lu Tao's schoolbag, shoes
, glasses, and peaked caps have been thrown away.
When he arrived in front of the residential building No. 17, Zhang Yichi did not enter Unit 4 and go home directly. Instead, he entered Unit 1.
After entering the first unit, Zhang Yichi breathed a sigh of relief. Only when he was not monitored by cameras could his insecurity be weakened.
Taking out the key, Zhang Yichi opened the basement door, walked in and locked the door. Then he walked from the narrow corridor in the basement to the stairs leading to the corridor of the fourth unit.
After he came out, he made sure again and again that he had not left any omissions before striding up to the sixth floor and returning home.
"Huh!" He breathed a long sigh of relief, and Zhang Yichi felt a little relieved. He put the bag containing the school uniform aside and fell on the sofa.
After not lying down for long, Zhang Yichi sat up again, leaned over and picked up a notebook from the coffee table. He spent most of the day today predicting what would happen next, and compiling various confessions.
The new wording is recorded in a notebook.
The light was not turned on, and he did not open the notebook. He just clutched it and slowly lay down, closing his eyes, quietly waiting for the arrival of dawn.