"Is there surveillance around here?"

Shan Yan doesn't tell others what he's thinking, and thinks about what he wants to know with a somewhat jumping mind.

"You can rest assured that everything is good in our community, but there is no surveillance! Only the vegetable market next door has the monitoring of the door of the private store, which can obliquely illuminate the door of our unit building, but in order to save electricity, the other party is often open for monitoring in different time periods. ”

Wen Qian answered Shan Yan's question, looked at Wu Hao by the way, and continued:

"There are only three surveillance cameras that can be photographed in front of my house in the vegetable farm, and if I am lucky, I can call it a day in an hour."

"Xiao Wu, you can go with Mo Wenqian to check the monitoring, the three monitoring should be very fast, you focus on checking whether the other party really transported such a big box over, no matter how hidden the other party's planning is, as long as it is transported from the road, someone will be able to see it after all."

Shan Yanmu sent Wu Hao and Wen Qian away, looked at Wen Cheng, who was looking at his mobile phone, and asked:

"Is there anyone upstairs in your house?"

"Yes, it was my brother's house, and my father requisitioned it as a studio, and he should still be writing in it today."

"Oh, writer?"

"No, the online gunner, twenty words in a thousand words, cheap and fast, business is not bad."

"Let's go, take me up and have a look."

Shan Yan invited Wen Cheng to go upstairs with him, and Wen Cheng closed the door casually and followed.

"Is it 504?"

"Well, 504."

Shan Yan was not quite sure about the house number, so he reached out and knocked on the door after getting an affirmative answer.

"It's useless to knock on it, my dad needs an environment to write essays, and now he must be curled up in the bathtub with headphones on for inspiration."

As he spoke, he took out the key from under the mat of the door and opened the door.

"Dad! Dad! ”

Asked Cheng shouted twice and walked directly to the bathroom without a response, Shan Yan looked at the mountains of things in the entire living room and was stunned, he dabbled in everything, and his interests and hobbies were so extensive, Mo Dad's personality is probably changeable and moody.

"Shan Yan, come over too, my dad just happens to be free."

Wen Cheng came out of the bathroom and waved at Shan Yan for him to come in.

As soon as he stepped into the corridor, he had a strange feeling, and the bathroom at the end of the corridor seemed to be eating people, and there was a beast hiding in it that was opening its bloody mouth, waiting for itself to throw itself into the net.

This feeling of oppression and uneasiness made Shan Yan unconsciously lean against the wall, wanting to use the power of the entity to make himself feel more at ease.

When he entered the bathroom, Shan Yan saw that in addition to the toilet and sink in the narrow bathroom, the rest of the space was filled with a huge bathtub, and asked Cheng to stand next to the bathtub, there was no water in the bathtub Leaning on a middle-aged man in pajamas, with a medium stature and a little fat, the laptop was placed on his stomach, and he watched himself come in with a smile, and he seemed to have some plans for constantly looking at himself.

"Young man, you're very quiet, but you're a little thin, what's your name, and where is your home? I've been in love a few times, who mentioned breaking up first? ”

"Dad! What questions are you asking, he is the only son of Grandma Yan Yuejun of the Northeast Yan family. ”

Asking Orange heard that Mo Dabao's question was too private, and hurriedly spoke out to stop him from continuing to ask.

"What's wrong with the question I asked, knowing myself and knowing the other can better answer his question, and by the way, I can expand the material reserve."

Mo Dabao put down the computer dissatisfied, climbed out of the bathtub and sat on the ground, patted the vacant seat next to him and beckoned Shan Yan to come over:

"Come, Xiaoyan come and sit."

"Dad, his surname is Shan!"

"Oh, come, Xiao Shan come and sit, hey, this surname is interesting, Shan, Xiao Dan, light Luo Xiao Fan fluttering fireflies."

Mo Dabaosi's Wei jumped to the ancient poem again, and asked Cheng didn't bother to correct it, and smiled at Shan Yan with some embarrassment and said:

"My dad is so innocent, he can write a little more, his thinking is often short-circuited, don't mind, he doesn't mean to offend you."

"I don't mind, it's good that Uncle Mo is happy, you just called my family the Northeast Yan family, I want to ask you about someone, do you know Mo Jiajia?"

"I know, why don't I know, she is my cousin, her mother is my grandmother's sister, if she is not in good health, the current heir of the Mo family is her."

Asking Cheng to tell everything he knew without concealment, Shan Yan suddenly raised his hand and slapped his head, frowning painfully and slowly squatting on the ground.

"Shan Yan, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I'm sick, whenever I want to know about Mo Jiajia, it's either a heartache or a headache, I'll just take some medicine."

Shan Yan took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and poured all the medicine into his mouth.

"Ask Orange, I don't think this small order is good, I need to take medicine if I am sick, and I can't figure it out or Mo Jiajia's ex-boyfriend, you must not agree to have a relationship with him."

Mo Dabao tugged on Ask Orange's arm to make her squat, and whispered to Ask Orange.

"Dad! I don't even know what he does, but he knows someone from the Crime Squad, so he might be a police officer. ”

The father and daughter chatted about each other, and the drugged Shan Yan was already lying on the ground and curled up in a ball; The bathroom is not a lot of space, the road is blocked by the simple proverb curled up between the sink and the toilet, and the white casual clothes are already stained with a smelly yellow liquid.

After slowing down for a long time, Shan Yan slowly stood up against the wall and walked to Mo Dabao's side and squatted.

"Uncle Mo, did you hear the sound of dragging heavy objects this morning, or unusual sounds such as the doorbell knocking?"

Now Shan Yan can't see a trace of blood on his face at all, even his lips are pale, if he doesn't say that he is a dead man, people will believe him.

"Yes, it was eight o'clock, I was writing a chapter of fantasy romance, I was very excited so I danced with a skeleton in the living room, I was wearing headphones at the time, I don't know how long the other party rang the doorbell, but when I tripped over the skeleton, the headset fell off, I heard the doorbell, I didn't want to care, but the other party pressed it for at least three minutes, I couldn't bear it, I wanted to go downstairs to find him, see who it was, if there was no urgency, I would sue him for disturbing the people, take him to the police station and add a little more material reserves."

Mo Dabao described it in great detail, but he was a little confused when he heard the proverb, and he was still in a hurry to join in the fun, how much Mo Dad lacked material to write an article.

"And then? And then did you go downstairs? Do you see what the other person looks like? Did you see a large box? Shan Yan continued to ask.

"Let's build this building, four households on the first floor, although I am the top floor, but the staircase is a turn, I opened the door and only shouted the other party and ran away, I looked down and saw a hand!"

Mo Dabao's voice suddenly became very low, as if he wanted to tell a ghost story to Shan Yan, and deliberately stopped at a key place to sell guanzi.