The winter night comes quickly, less than six o'clock, the sky is completely dark, the lights of thousands of homes will light up the whole Lucheng, the thick smell of fireworks dispels the cold of winter, but also dispels the inexplicable coldness in the air.

When Ye Fan came out of the police station, it was about seven o'clock, and it was the time when every household was full of food and drink to take a walk downstairs in the community, even if it was cold, it couldn't stop the health habit of walking after dinner, and living to ninety-nine was just a little depressed, and most of them were still elderly, after all, it was a habit that had been cultivated for many years.

Ye Fan, who was heading towards the four-unit apartment building, saw an old couple walking next to the flower bed wrapped in coats, the old man held the grandmother's hand tightly, and held her arm, muttering something in his mouth, it looked like he was arguing with the old woman, but his cloudy eyes were squinting, carefully looking at the road under the grandmother's feet, for fear that there would be a stone on the ground and knock the old grandmother.

This scene inexplicably touched the soft heart in Ye Fan's heart, and the figure that passed by them paused, turned his head, looked at the trembling backs of the two, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curvature, his lips moved, and he silently spit out two words; ”

Hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son!

How many lovers in the world have worked hard all their lives, just for these eight words, it is the most beautiful dream of lovers in the world, however, how many people can do it, and how many people quit halfway.

Ye Fan raised his head and touched his forehead, it was cold, the curvature of the corners of his mouth drooped, and the fine light in his eyes dimmed.

Taking a deep breath of cold and biting air, Ye Fan looked up at the dark night sky, and restrained his inopportune emotions.

Because of the homicide in the community, the property management has been tightened, and additional security personnel have been dispatched, even during the New Year's Day holiday, there are also security officers patrolling the community, especially the four-unit apartment building, and there are criminal investigation police officers to investigate the suspicious places around.

Ye Fan walked around the perimeter of the four-unit apartment building, especially in the shade of the grass near the apartment building, and as expected, found nothing.

Standing downstairs, Ye Fan looked up, the window on the fourth floor was the customer of the bathroom of the 404 unit, it was pitch black, and only five of the lights were on the eighteenth floor of the entire building.

Modern people buy a house, not necessarily for living, more likely to be used for investment, especially this community is a high-end community, rich people have so many properties that they may not remember, although the occupancy rate is okay, it may also be because of the New Year's Day holiday, less than half of the people have lights on at home.

And this wall is on the side of the door of the apartment building, opposite to another apartment building next to it, although the middle spacing is quite wide, but the green plants are planted downstairs on both sides, and the green is green during the day, and there is a kind of dark forest at night, coupled with the not very bright lights, quietly, if there is really anyone climbing the window through the rope, it is walking downstairs, if you don't look carefully, you really can't find it.

Ye Fan walked around the grass downstairs, because it had snowed almost a day, and the grass was wet between the branches, and he didn't find any useful clues, so he moved, and flew upstairs against the outer wall, stopping at the window on the fourth floor.

The four-unit 404 apartment is cordoned off, and the entire apartment has been cordoned off as the scene of the murder, and the bathroom window is also closed.

Ye Fan looked up at the roof of the building, and she seemed to see a black shadow in front of her, with a rope tied to her body, sliding down from it and landing where she was levitating, and the eyes of the yin owl were staring at the window.

She seemed to be the dark shadow, her figure hidden in the darkness, her face flickering, her raised hand with a disposable glove, pushing towards the closed window.

The imaginary black shadow was shattered, Ye Fan looked at the window that did not move, his eyebrows were slightly twisted, the window door was locked normally, it was closed tightly, and he couldn't see the scene inside.

How did the murderer open the window?

Ye Fan looked at the closed window and was puzzled, and then, she put her whole face on the window, her eyes narrowed, and she checked the window inch by inch from the top of the window, to the lattice, and then to the glass, so that no trace was missed.

"There are no signs of vandalism. Slightly evacuating a little distance, Ye Fan's brows tightened, he looked up at the roof of the building, and muttered to himself: "Could it be that the murderer really didn't enter through the bathroom window?

This is on the eighteenth floor, not the first floor, and the possibility of high-altitude work in the property is excluded, except for the small night of the eaves walking on the wall, she can't think of other possibilities, how this footprint was printed, and the rope print, the traces are so new, and it can't be left by the previous high-altitude work.

Intuitively, Ye Fan still thought that the footprints on the outer wall were left by the murderer, and as for how to open them quietly, there must be something she couldn't notice.

Flying down the wall towards the roof of the building, Ye Fan's speed was very slow, his eyes scanning the exterior wall like X-rays, and he also paid attention to the windows of the other apartments downstairs for anything unusual.

As she thought, it was winter, all the windows were closed, and there was a sound of water running from one house, which should be someone bathing, so she stopped at the window and tried to push the window, but there was still no push.

Until I went up to the top of the building, I didn't find it, and the snow stopped for a day and a night, and the snowflakes on the fence melted into snow and flowed down the walls, even the shallow footprints and rope marks on the eighteenth floor before were gone, fortunately she had good eyesight and found it in advance, otherwise she would have missed it.

The entire roof of the building was pitch black, and when I came up in the morning, I saw that all the snowflakes on the ground had melted, and the ground was wet, and there were puddles of water in a few places.

According to the property manager, the roof of the apartment building was originally a characteristic sky garden, but it was later abandoned, and the greenery and everything were cleared, leaving only a few cylindrical stone benches, which were connected to the ground.

Ye Fan took her feet off the ground, turned around the roof a few times, and finally stopped in front of one of the stone benches, looked at it, and then turned her head to look at the fence, in front of her eyes, an invisible rope connected the two places, and hung straight out of the fence.

His eyes moved, Ye Fan squatted down, and his gloved hand molded the cylindrical feet of the stone bench inch by inch, these stone benches have been here for several years, after the wind and sun, they have been eroded, but the quality is very good, very stable, not a tofu scum project.

"Huh?" Ye Fan, who didn't notice anything unusual, stood up a little disappointed, suddenly, she looked a little different, raised her hand, and twisted her thumb and index finger lightly, although the night was dark, she could still clearly see that under her light twist, the lime particles on her thumb gloves were a little strange.