Half a day later, in the middle of the night, we arrived in Liverpool. While entering Liverpool, D received a message from Berlin, Germany. After a lot of struggle, Mr. Umer finally got the doctor to agree to his request to be discharged from the hospital in the near future. He will have a meticulous full-body examination tomorrow and if there are no problems with the examination, then he will leave the hospital the day after the examination report is confirmed. In other words, the old guy will probably leave Charlotte Hospital in the next two or three days.

I'm a little worried about this kind of news, because our ultimate goal is to target that old guy, and we're in the UK right now, which makes me think we might be losing the watermelon for the sesame seeds. But D seemed very calm, he seemed to have made arrangements, and didn't say a word except to tell me not to worry, that everything would continue according to plan.

It was almost midnight when we arrived in Liverpool, so we didn't go to Phil? Smalling's hospital, instead, went to this guy's house to see if he could find anything useful.

This guy still lives at the address on that document, and he hasn't changed places in more than ten years. Perhaps, as D said, such people look like ordinary people, but they just look, and in some places or in the eyes of some people, they will never be ordinary.

The man who picked us up drove us to Butle, 122 Barrier Street. From the moment you enter this street, you can tell that this is an old neighborhood, and the houses on both sides are some old houses, although it is not clear at night, but at least from the style, you can see that they are some years old.

Phil? 122, where Smalling is located, is a multi-storey apartment building, with a total of three floors. The house that belonged to him was on the ground floor.

The person who answered us must have been here before, so he led us directly to the door of Smallin's house. The inside of this building looks much more upscale than the outside, at least the corridor is very clean, there is no mess, the walls are also very clean, the lights in the corridor are also very bright, and it looks like there are often people who maintain and clean, and the residents who live here are also very high-quality that feeling. And I noticed that there is a small nameplate engraved with the name of the family on the door of each house, which looks very delicate.

"Have you seen it before?" D also looked at the nameplate with the word "Smalling" on it and asked in a low voice.

"Yes. Nothing special was found, though. As he spoke, the man who answered us pulled out a key, which looked like it was new, and poked it directly into the keyhole and turned it open.

Instead of going in immediately, we turned on the light at the door and took a closer look. After taking a look, the man who answered us said, "No one has come." He said as he glanced at our shoes, "Wait." After he finished speaking, he quickly walked out of the hallway, and after a few moments he returned with a few pairs of shoe covers and handed them to us, "If you are not going to let him disappear and do not want to be discovered by others, it is better to be careful." ”

A few of us put on our shoes and entered the room. There was a smell in the room, not a foul smell or musty smell, but the smell of furniture and clothes in the house that had not been ventilated for a long time.

The room is very tidy, everything is placed in an orderly manner, and there are not even any signs of damage to things, which makes people feel that they live here as a careful and rigorous person.

Not only are the windows closed, the curtains are also closed, and the power supply of household appliances is also turned off, especially the TV, which feels like it hasn't been turned on for a long time.

D walked to the sofa in the living room, picked up a stack of newspapers, looked at them, and said, "This guy seems to like to read newspapers, and he is quite concerned about the international situation." There are several newspapers here, all of which have turned to the side of international news. ”

I walked up to D and looked at the newspaper in his hand, and I happened to see a picture of the Russian president in the newspaper, and I pointed to the photo and said, "Maybe he's paying attention here, right?" ”

D laughed and said, "Are you saying a traitor is homesick?" After saying that, he put the newspaper back in its original place, turned his head to look around, and said, "Let's look around." But I don't think there's going to be anything to discover. He's just a journalist now, and the way he looks here makes me think that this person is a person who doesn't have much to offer in life, and everything is so simple, like living in a barracks. ”

Am I slowly coming to Phil? Smalling's bedroom, things in the bedroom are also very neat. The bedding on the bed is also very flat, but the style is old and the color is very monotonous. I went to the bedside and looked, there was nothing in the bedside tables on either side, and I even noticed that this guy didn't seem to smoke, because not only did it not smell of smoke, but he didn't even notice the ashtray.

"How does this man look like an ascetic? It seems that there is no desire and no desire. As I spoke, I came to his closet, which was a cabinet of drawers, and I opened the drawers one by one to look at them, and there were not many clothes in them, but they were also neatly arranged, as if someone was in charge of cleaning and tidying them. As I watched, the person who answered us said, "So it's nothing." He said, pointing to a drawer I was opening, and said, "There's a picture in there, no subject, I don't know what I'm shooting." ”

I immediately opened the drawer and looked at it, and soon I found the photo under a pile of clothes, this photo shows the backs and side faces of two people, and the photo is not good, the picture is a little blurry. However, it can be seen that one is a man and the other is a woman, these two people look at each other, standing by a ruin as if they are chatting, the man's expression is not clear, but judging from the woman's facial expression, the atmosphere of their chat at that time should be good, at least relaxed and happy.

"This man ... Is it Phil? Smalling? I asked.

"It should be." The man who answered us, "The figure and the back are quite similar." But the woman didn't know who it was. I don't know where this photo is. ”

"But this picture must be precious to him." I said and looked around the room, "There are no other pictures here, it's like a hotel room." Only this one is deliberately placed in a drawer, and it is a good place to find. ”

D heard me say this, walked over and took the picture from my hand and looked at it, "That's interesting." After he finished speaking, he looked at it carefully and said, "Do you think this photo was taken in Yugoslavia?" ”

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

D pointed to the ruins, "Where can this be?" Nothing to tear down the house? Do you want to work as a worker on a construction site? Didn't he go to Yugoslavia? Or was it in wartime, presumably because of the war? ”

"Then why is this woman's expression like this? Are you happy that your home has been destroyed? I asked.

D looked at it and shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then I don't know." Then you can ask him and everything will be known. ”