Chapter 43: Exploring the Small Building at Night

Memories of the city that never gets old, only to realize later how precious the years that once disdained were.

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At midnight, when people were sleeping in their dreams, Xiao Han disguised himself as Xiang Yonghua, neatly opened the door of 443, and then entered the door like a meteor, turned around and scanned the surroundings, and locked the door when he saw that there were no suspicious people.

Standing behind the door, Xiao Han cautiously looked around and made sure that there were no suspicious objects before walking straight towards the outer door of the house.

Standing in front of the outer door, Xiao Han smiled evilly, his slender fingers scratched from the inner lining of his coat, and a needle-like object "jumped on his fingers".

As soon as I stretched out and picked up, the door ~opened~~

Fortunately, he is a criminal policeman, if he is empty-handed, I don't know how many families will suffer.

At this time, Xiao Han was very glad that in order to solve a serial burglary case, he had specially studied lockpicking skills, otherwise he would not have entered Xiang Yonghua's house so easily today.

Learning some "off-border knowledge" is also a need for work.

Xiang Yonghua's house is a two-story building, sitting north and facing south, and the internal layout is very simple, but the simple layout cannot hide the preferences of the owner during his lifetime.

Turning on the small flashlight he carried with him, gently stroking the spinning top in the hall that was as big as a basin and had been cytosized, and looking at the festive pig killing painting on the wall, Xiao Han fell into deep thought.

The spinning top and the New Year's picture are obviously some years old, why are they still kept? The spinning top is often wiped, and the yellowed New Year's picture is actually framed, what is the point?

Walking up to the second floor, the wooden floor slabs creaked. With a faint glow, the environment is terrifying.

The wind carried the smell of dust, blowing through Xiao Han's ears, making Xiao Han frown.

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Before visiting the small building at night, Xiao Han learned from the local public security department that the cleaning aunt who usually cleans the house has not received money from Yonghua for more than a month, and no one has answered many calls, so she has reported the case to the local public security bureau.

After receiving the "notice", the local public security bureau handed over the money allocated by the "upper level" to the cleaning aunt, and found an excuse for the aunt to hand over the key to Xiang Yonghua's house, and there was no need to clean Yonghua's house in the future.

However, to the shock of the local public security bureau and Xiao Han, the key to the cleaning aunt was not ~seen~ the day before the report~

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Softly, slowly, vigilant of the surrounding movements, Xiao Han gently pushed open the door of the bedroom close to him.

Empty!

Standing at the door, Xiao Han swished and turned behind the inner door.

Uninhabited!

A false alarm!

The crisp west wind slapping against the old wooden windows, creaking in the silent night, makes people's nerves tense and dare not relax at all.

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The door allows us to pursue, to express desire; The window allows us to occupy it and enjoy it.

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Walking to the window, Xiao Han planned to close the open east side sash to end the squeaky and annoying sound, but when he pulled the sash, he felt that the fan blades seemed to be a little heavy.

Maybe it's windy.

Plugging in the window bolt, Xiao Han found that there were traces of candles dripping on the window edge.

Was it left over from the power outage?

Closing the inner door, Xiao Han slowly walked towards the master bedroom on the east side of the room.

Standing at the door, listening to the movement inside, and at this time, only Xiao Han responded to him with his own powerful heartbeat.

Apparently, there was no one in the house.

Is the missing key a coincidence? Xiao Han pondered.

Entering the master bedroom, Xiao Han saw "Sunflowers" hanging on the bedside at a glance.

"It's sunflowers again."

In Ningshi, Xiang Yonghua's residence has a "Sunflower", and now there is also a painting here, what does this mean?

Taking down the painting, Xiao Han planned to bring it back to the criminal police team for study.

Looking around the environment, Xiao Han found that Xiang Yonghua's life was very simple.

On the bedside desk are several biographies of celebrities, four or five books on ethnic customs, including one book on local ethnic customs in Yunnan, two books on ethnic customs in Myanmar, and some books on psychology, one of which is called "Deep Hypnosis".

Simply looked at each book, hoping for something to be mixed in the book, however, no, but in each book, Xiang Yonghua drew important content with a pen.

Xiao Han slapped them one by one.

But the book "Deep Hypnosis" made a lot of notes to Yonghua, and Xiao Han could only bring them back to the criminal police team.

When Xiao Han inspected the desk drawer, he found two names scribbled in pencil under the glass plate of the tabletop, one of which was "Su Ji" and the other was "Yang Jinxiu". There is another "word" - boldness.

Courageous and resolute?

"Courage, or is it just courage?"

Lifting up the glass plate on the table, Xiao Han took out "Su Ji", "Yang Jinxiu" and "Dakang".

Looking at the yellowed paper that looked like it had been torn from a notebook, and the marks on his hands like those left by a child when he first learned to read, Xiao Han felt as if he knew something.