Fan Wujiang thinks so, there are his own reasons and reasons.

First of all, his father Fan Ye is a cook, and their small restaurant has long business hours, so it is common to go out early and return late. But Aunt Mary said that yesterday my father came to the convenience store in the evening, which means that my father closed early yesterday and went home.

This alone is a bit abnormal.

Secondly, my father is a taciturn person, who only talks and laughs with his family and Uncle Qian, and usually interacts with his neighbors to say hello.

And the act of chatting with Mary last night is even more unusual.

In addition, when Fan Wujiang was young, his father Fan Ye often played password games with him. Between father and son, there are many secret language communication methods that others don't understand.

But this time, my father didn't use secret words, but only said 'bank, return to China', what does it mean?

Just thinking about it, the door of the small warehouse opened, and Mary, the most reliable aunt in history, returned.

Fan Wujiang emptied his mountaineering bag and put the items he bought back into it in an orderly manner.

He opened his wallet and pulled out a few pieces of money and was about to shove them into Mary's hand when he was pushed back.

"Charles, keep it. Although my aunt doesn't know what you're going to do, you have to be careful. However, kid, it's better to call the police if there's anything going on. ”

"Got it, thank you, Aunt Mary. Fan Wujiang had an indescribable complex meaning in his heart.

Mary opened the back door of the small warehouse, grabbed a bag of bread and a few pieces of chocolate from the shelves and stuffed them into Fan Wujiang's hand.

Fan Wujiang blinked his slightly moist eyes: "Goodbye, Aunt Mary, I will definitely come back!"

With that, he put on his hood and quickly left.

At this time, the curtain fell outside, and the night in Montreal came quickly.

Lawrence District, St. Pierre Street. An ordinary house, brightly lit at this time.

Fan Wujiang sat in a taxi and took three rounds in front of the house. After confirming that there were no suspicious figures, he chose to get off the bus on the side of the street outside the three buildings.

As early as the ski resort gondola, he took out the phone card and threw it away. I used Aunt Mary's newly bought card to call Uncle Qian, but as expected, I couldn't get through.

Fan Wujiang watched and walked vigilantly, and after passing through two alleys, he came downstairs to Uncle Qian's house.

It happened that an elderly couple was carrying items they had just purchased from the supermarket and were about to open the door of their apartment.

Fan Wujiang walked over with a smile on his face: "Hey, grandparents, it's very heavy, let me help you carry it." Our corridor lights have been broken for a long time, and I've been skiing these days, and I don't know if it's been repaired?"

The old white man handed the shopping bag in his hand to the honest young man, and said with a smile: "No, the lamp has not been repaired yet." What a good boy, thank you. ”

The old couple lives on the third floor, which is a low-rise building without elevators. The door is locked, Fan Wujiang has no key, if he can't gain the trust of the old couple, he can't enter this building.

Fortunately, he is usually a meticulous observer, and he knew that the light in the corridor of Uncle Qian's house had been broken for a long time.

After sending the second elder home, he crept cautiously and slowly up to the top six floors.

From the crack in the door, there should be no lights in Uncle Qian's house. Fan Wujiang squatted in place with his ears pricked up, and after waiting for about ten minutes, he decided to act.

He lifted a small blanket in front of the door, and under the blanket was a bronze key.

The door of Uncle Qian's Qian Tongye house has always maintained its oldest-fashioned appearance, and it has not been changed for so many years.

Everything went smoothly and the door opened.

Fan Wujiang burrowed into the house like a ghost and closed the door quietly.

He didn't turn on the light, holding his breath, carefully moving in the dark.

often comes to Qian's house to walk around, even if his eyes are closed, he can walk freely.

The voice I heard on the phone, Uncle Qian should have been fighting with the other party at that time, and the scene must have been very chaotic.

But at this moment, by the faint light that came in through the window, he saw that the living room was neat and tidy.

"Could it be that after the other party captured Uncle Qian, he restored the house to its original appearance?"

'It's a lot more. If you want to arrest people, wouldn't it be better to go directly somewhere else? There are many people in residential areas, and there is surveillance, which is not suitable for this case. ’

'So, this is not a crime scene!'

Making a preliminary judgment, Fan Wujiang squinted his eyes and carefully scanned the living room.

The curtains on the balcony were stirred by the wind and fluttered like ghosts in the darkness.

He crept into the study, turned on his phone, and the light had already been turned to the lowest, just enough to illuminate his eyes.

Qian Tongye does not have a family, except for the main door locked, the rest of the rooms, tables and drawers are not locked.

There was only one old-fashioned wooden table in the study, and Fan Wujiang deftly pulled out the largest drawer in the middle. I looked through it, and it was full of documents, contracts and other texts of Qian Tongye's car rental company.

In addition to the large central drawer, there are six smaller drawers on the left and right of the foot. He opened them again and looked them up.

Fan Wujiang was very careful, even if he didn't find any suspicious characters before entering the building, he always felt that the white aunt who appeared downstairs in his house was very weird.

He wondered if it was someone in disguise, but it didn't seem to be. It's weird to tell.

That kind of walking posture, a little, a little bit like being possessed by something...

No, no, no. How is it possible? As a medical student, Fan Wujiang instantly suppressed this unrealistic thought.

Ghosts?!Only in comics, movies, and games, but not in reality.

I didn't find anything special in the six small drawers, all of them were some information documents, as well as souvenir photos of Qian Tongye and Fan Ye's family when they traveled.

Fan Wujiang looked at his parents and Uncle Qian in the photo, and his heart twitched, and he had mixed tastes.

After a moment's pause, he stood up with his phone in his hand, and carefully examined the edge of his desk again, trying to find a mechanism or a secret compartment or something.

It turns out that he thinks too much, reality is not a drama, where are there so many organs.

In addition to this desk, there are only some fishing equipment left in this study room of less than ten square meters.

Fan Wujiang touched the wall and carefully checked the fishing gear. At that moment, he heard the faint sound of footsteps.

His heart was beating fast, and he immediately locked his phone and crept behind the heavy corduroy curtains.

This location was originally installed with old-fashioned radiators, but they broke down last week, and Uncle Qian dismantled the heating core and sent it for repair, and now there is a shell left.

It was very reluctant to hide in Fan Wujiang, who was 1.8 meters tall, but with the cover of heavy curtains, it would be difficult to find him if he didn't open it and look closely.

It may also be a neighbor, but at this time, Fan Wujiang, who was full of crisis consciousness, intuitively thought that the footsteps were coming towards the Qian family.

Sure enough, the door opened.

He didn't hear the mechanical movement of the key unlocking, and the door creaked open.

Immediately after, the footsteps entered the living room.

Fan Wujiang gritted his teeth, and his tightly clenched palms were actually oozing sweat in this cold winter.

As his footsteps drew closer, so did his heartbeat.

It was still dark, and he couldn't see anything and didn't dare to make any moves.

A strong smell came to my nose.

So familiar!!

Fan Wujiang frowned, the smell of engine oil?!