Mu Yan knows the address of Zhong Jiaqiang's home, but he doesn't know if he is at home, but there is no difficulty in this, as an employee of a department, this kind of thing is very simple, Mu Yan can directly dial his home phone.

Ten minutes apart, no one answered two calls in a row, Mu Yan knew that Zhong Jiaqiang should not be at home.

The community where Zhong Jiaqiang lives is not a high-rise apartment, but a relatively new small western-style building, each with six floors and no elevator.

Zhong Jiaqiang's house was on the first floor, and Mu Yan was a little surprised when he learned about it, and at the same time realized something.

Zhong Jiaqiang's home is equipped with an anti-theft door, but for Mu Yan, in fact, as long as he wants to enter, the general security door is useless to him at all.

I took out the wire that had been prepared and set for a long time, and it took two or three minutes to open it.

Then the door inside, replaced with another shape of wire, opened in less than a minute.

Although Zhong Jiaqiang is not young, he has never heard that he has a wife and children, so he is just a person, and the place where he lives is indeed not big, only two bedrooms and one living room, one is a bedroom, and the other is directly made into a study.

Mu Yan didn't rummage through the cabinets, but looked at some corners of the wall above his head, and after looking around, he found that there was no probe, so he was relieved.

He followed him without any reactionary cabinets or drawers, and went straight into the room, and began to pound on the floor.

After more than ten minutes, Mu Yan pushed the bookshelves in the study open, and then knocked on the ground under the bookshelves, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Mu Yan took out a knife and carefully pried the floor up, just pry open the first piece of floor, and Mu Yan saw a piece of red paper underneath, which was full of money.

Mu Yan lifted the floor and saw that in a dark compartment more than thirty centimeters wide and nearly one meter long, there were all bundles of 100,000 yuan bills, at least thirty or forty bundles, that is, three or four million in cash.

Zhong Jiaqiang came to the company six years ago, even if he has an annual salary of two or three hundred thousand at the manager level, even if he doesn't eat, drink, or use it here, he will have to accumulate it for more than ten or twenty years, Mu Yan doesn't believe that before he came to Fenghua, the money was already his, obviously this guy must have made a lot of money before.

Although there is a lot of money here, Mu Yan will not take it, of course, he still takes out the bundles of money, and sure enough, under this money, there is also a file bag!

As soon as he saw this thing, Mu Yan was a little glad in his heart, he didn't expect that he could get it so easily.

opened the file bag and found that there were two passbooks of 500,000 yuan inside, and Zhong Jiaqiang's name was on the passbook, thinking that this money was his legal income.

In addition to this, there is a notebook, a CD, and a gun.

Mu Yan felt very strange that Zhong Jiaqiang still had a gun, but he didn't think much about picking up the notebook to see what was recorded in it.

After opening the notebook, Mu Yan found that what was recorded in it was actually some dishes, how much money and so on, which was almost the same as the monthly expenses recorded by some housewives, but Mu Yan knew the problem at a glance, at least edamame would not have more than 20 yuan a catty.

Mu Yan stuffed the notebook and CD into his arms, then put the file bag back in, followed by quickly piling up the money into it, and then carefully laid out the wooden plank, and put the bookcase back in its original position, and did it perfectly.

After doing this, Mu Yan cleaned up all the traces that might be left, and finally walked out of the door, and also locked the gate, and then walked out of the community directly and generously.

Two hours later, Zhong Jiaqiang returned home, walked to the bathroom, and after washing his face, he came directly to the study, and habitually looked towards the bookshelf, and then his face suddenly changed, and instantly became pale.

He picked up a long broken hair from the floor, and after taking a closer look, he immediately pushed open the bookshelf and pried the floor up.

Seeing the neatly stacked bundles of money under the floor, he threw them out without looking at them, and finally took out the file bag.

When he poured out all the contents of the file bag, he instantly sat down on the ground, and his face turned from pale to iron-blue.

After sitting in a daze for a few minutes, Zhong Jiaqiang immediately jumped up from the ground, then ran into his bedroom, found a travel bag, and quickly loaded the money on the floor of the study, and then took a few clothes and left quickly.

Mu Yan returned home all the way, and his mother hadn't come back because she wanted to tutor other children.

Mu Yan directly turned on an old-fashioned computer at home.

I bought this computer when I was in high school, and although it is more than ten years old, and even the operating system is very old, at least it can still run normally.

Mu Yan stuffed the disc plug into the computer, and with the sound of the computer fan, a platform landing window popped out.

As soon as Mu Yan saw this window, his pupils inadvertently contracted, because he had seen this window.

"A drop of blood, this Zhong Jiaqiang turned out to be a killer of a drop of blood, no wonder he actually has a gun, and he looks mysterious!" Mu Yan was horrified in his heart, he never thought that his boss, who looked a little guilty, would actually be a person from the killing organization of a drop of blood.

A drop of blood is a very mysterious killer organization, it is rumored that this organization has an outer layer and an inner layer, the outer layer of people, as long as they get this system, then they can find some tasks issued by the system after logging in, and after completion, the evidence of the completion of the task will be transmitted in the Tongguò system, and the organization will pay the killer.

As for what the inner layer is like, Mu Yan himself doesn't know, but he knows that even if it is the outer layer, there is a level, and that Zhong Jiaqiang doesn't look like a master no matter how he looks at it, it is estimated that he should be the lowest D-level killer, at most a C-level killer, and Mu Yan has seen that gun, at least he hasn't used it for several years, and he doesn't know how long Zhong Jiaqiang hasn't been on a mission.

I don't have a password, so even if there is such a system, it's useless, but this system has a Trojan horse, if you enter the wrong password, there will be a prompt in a drop of blood.

Mu Yan immediately withdrew the disc, and then directly crushed it and threw it into the wastebasket.

Then he looked at the account book, he remembered a lot of this thing, it should not be possible that Zhong Jiaqiang did the killer task to remember, and it may really have something to do with Fenghua Group.

Thinking about Zhong Jiaqiang's company a few years ago and the gun that he hadn't used for a few years, maybe Zhong Jiaqiang decided to wash his hands a few years ago, and then entered Fenghua Group, but he didn't expect to sneak into his house and uncover his old bottom.

After feeling amused for a while, Mu Yan decided that this account book should be given to Zhang Shuo, as for whether he can understand it, it is none of his business.