It is close to noon, the weather is gloomy, and the community is very quiet, only a few dogs barking and birdsong are heard. There are hardly any vehicles or pedestrians on the asphalt roads.

It's no wonder that low-density suburban homes like this usually look this way when it's not a holiday.

At this time, an electric tricycle came on the road, and the carriage was piled with cardboard boxes taller than people, as well as old newspapers.

The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a horse's face, high cheekbones, brownish-yellow skin, and a pair of small, slightly sunken eyes.

The tricycle drove close to Yard 76 and came to a slow stop on the side of the road.

The horse-faced man got out of the driver's seat, took out a box of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, took out one and lit it, and carefully observed the situation around him as he sprayed clouds and mist.

He has been engaged in the work of acquiring scrap products in Mingcui Villa for more than a year, don't look at such an inconspicuous job, it was also very difficult when he first came in, and in today's society, everything is a relationship, and it is the same to collect rags, after giving the property company a "entrance fee" of several thousand yuan, in exchange for business qualifications, but it is also worth it, because there are only three people in the entire community who do this professionally.

In fact, the work of collecting rags seems to be low, but in fact it is not less than the white-collar workers of ordinary companies, especially after the three peers negotiated and unified the purchase price, forming a de facto monopoly, which is much lower than the outside market price. Moreover, this is a high-end residential area, and in most cases, homeowners don't have the heart to care, let alone pull waste products out to sell for the difference of a few dollars.

In this way, the extra income accumulated over a long period of time is not a small number.

However, people are often insatiable, and horse-faced men are like this, after a long time, their minds are slowly lively, and they begin to think about using their careers to engage in some "side hustles".

Since he walks around the house every day, he knows everything about the community, especially during the day, when the villas are mostly unoccupied.

Two months ago, he once sneaked into a house, and made a fat unexpected, and afterwards the owner of the house did not call the police, and he didn't even look for the property, as if nothing had ♀ happened, so that he was happy to be ready to slip away at any time, and analyzed the reason, it is estimated that the owner of the house may be a corrupt official or something, and he does not want to cause trouble. But a few days later, a menacing Tibetan mastiff was added to the yard of the house.

In fact, even if the owner calls the police, it is not a big deal, and now there are so many backlogs in the bureau that as long as there are no lives, small things like losing something, the police from the police station will come and take a routine look at it, do the registration, and will not make efforts to investigate seriously.

After tasting the sweetness, he subsided for a while, and then slowly looked for a new purpose.

As for the No. 76 courtyard, he had been observing it for several days, and found that it was uninhabited during the day, except on weekends and holidays, and most advantageably, there was no trace of a housekeeper dog in the yard, which was very rare.

Thinking of this, the horse-faced man looked up at the surveillance camera installed on the tree not far away, and the location he was in now was a dead end, and there should be no problem with a tricycle and a cardboard box as cover.

The security cameras in the complex can only monitor the common areas and cannot see the inside of the owner's courtyard because it involves individuals**.

Noon is the best time to do things, according to his understanding, the security personnel have to take a lunch break after eating, it is the idle time for patrolling, and there is only one person on duty in the monitoring room.

The horse-faced man snuffed out the cigarette butt and saw that there was nothing abnormal around, and then followed the planned route, walked quickly to the west wall of Courtyard No. 76, stepped on the big poplar tree against the wall, and quickly kicked up and climbed into the courtyard. …,

He crouched by the bushes for two minutes, and everything in the yard was normal, just as he had predicted. So he got up and trotted down the cobblestone path, came to the side of the little building, looked in through the window, made sure that there was no one in the room, and continued along the outer wall until he came to the south side of the kitchen, where he planned to break a bowl and remove the latch, and then he could turn it in.

He took a small cone-shaped hammer from his waist, found the spot, and prepared to strike.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a scream of "chirp" and the sound of a fluttering fan in the sky, and then I felt a tingling pain in the back of my head, and hot liquid flowed down the ground.

The horse-faced man was so frightened that he didn't care to see what it was, threw down the small hammer, covered the back of his head with his hand and ran out.

"Tsk." The sharp voice sounded again, with a cool breeze, and in an instant there was another blow on the neck and back, accompanied by the tearing sound of the clothes, like a sharp knife cutting through it.

The horse-faced man didn't think about anything, and there was only one thought in his heart, run.

He ran all the way to the root of the wall when he came in, let go of the hand covering the back of his head, and climbed up desperately, as the saying goes, a dog jumps off the wall in a hurry, and this person is even more so, he climbed out of the yard in three strokes and two strokes, which can be two levels higher than the usual level.

However, when I went down the wall, I didn't grasp it steadily, and I snapped, and my butt hit the ground first, and there was a sharp pain in my tail vertebrae.

Thankfully, the terrible voice didn't follow, and he rolled over, braced his elbows on the ground, and gasped for air.

At this time, the back of his head was like his waist exploding, and he even felt like he was uncovered, and his neck and back were also hot, and the pain made him tremble all over. I touched it with my left hand and spread it out, and it was red and full of blood.

The horse-faced man struggled to his feet, starry in his eyes, and staggered to his tricycle. A little bit of blood dripped all the way.

"Hey! What's going on? ”

"Stop!"

With two scolding sounds, the horse-faced man's eyes darkened and he fainted.

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At this time, Li Youran was sitting in an office chair, browsing the news on the Internet, and drinking his lazy tea comfortably by the way.

"Ring, ring, ring." The phone rings.

He grabbed it with his left hand and looked at it, and the number seemed to have been seen, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

Press the answer button and put your phone to your ear.

After a minute, his face darkened.

"Okay, Manager Wu, I'll rush back immediately. Thank you. ”

After Li Youran said this, he clicked the mouse to close the computer, got up and walked out the door.

Passing by the finance room, Gu Weiwei and Sun Xiaoying were inside.

"Weiwei, Xiaoying, I have something to do and have to go home immediately, if someone looks for me, put it until tomorrow." He stood in the doorway and hurriedly said a word, then turned and went downstairs.

"Brother Youran, has something happened?". Sun Xiaoying saw that his face was wrong, and chased him out.

"Oh, it's okay, the property company miscalculated the property fee and asked me to go back to reconcile." Li leisurely raised his head and casually made up a reason.

"This property is a real nuisance." Sun Xiaoying commented dissatisfiedly, turned around and went back to the house......,