Chapter 17: There's Something Under the Bed

As if hearing footsteps, Chu Yan hid under the bed with nowhere to hide.

The old-fashioned wooden bed has a high foot and is covered by bed sheets, so it is difficult for ordinary people to find anyone under the bed if they do not open the sheets and look at them.

Slowly, gently, the sound got closer. Chu Yan's heart beat faster and faster as the footsteps approached, as if it was about to burst out of his throat. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Chu Yan held his breath.

Listening to the creak of the door opening, I came in.

Holding his breath, Chu Yan was afraid that his voice would be too loud and his tracks would be exposed, cold sweat broke out on his head, and the sweat had covered his eyelashes, and it was about to flow into his eyes, but Chu Yan didn't dare to reach out to wipe it, so he had to slowly turn sideways, hoping that the sweat would flow down his eyelashes to the ground.

Black Nike sneakers, black slacks, this mysterious man's outfit is quite similar to me. Chu Yan laughed at himself.

Although he couldn't see what the mysterious person was doing, Chu Yan knew that he was rummaging through the closet. The wardrobe is in front of the left side of the bed, with double doors on the left and right, and in the middle of the two doors is a mirror about one meter two long and thirty centimeters wide. He quietly took his phone out. Worried that the light of the mobile phone screen would be exposed, Chu Yan lay on the ground along the side of the body, and then put the mobile phone as close to his body as possible and turned on the camera function of the mobile phone. Although the lights of the mysterious man are dim, it would be nice to be able to take a picture of something.

Chu Yan was patting while listening to the movement outside, but suddenly, the mysterious man stopped moving.

"Chu Yan? Chu Yan? The mysterious man called softly.

“cao!” Hearing Feng Baorong's voice, Chu Yan crawled out from under the bed.

"Cao, how could it be you? What are you doing here? What are you flipping? Chu Yan relaxed suddenly, and his violently beating heart calmed down a lot.

"Isn't it because of you?" Seeing that you sneaked out and took the garbage bag with you, I knew that you kid must have moved, but I didn't dare to follow too closely. I almost lost you and ran into a guy on the way. "It seems that there is still a little grievance.

"What are you doing rummaging through someone's closet?" That's the point.

"I didn't see you, I thought you were going back, so I wanted to stop by to see if there were any clues, maybe I found something special. Hahahaha. "It's kind of silly.

"Come on, come on, rummaging through someone's things is burglary." As he spoke, Chu Yan himself began to flip again.

"It's not because of you, stick a knife in your brother's ribs." After speaking, Feng Baorong came to Chu Yan's side, and Chu Yan stabbed Feng Baorong with his elbow.

Good brother sticks a knife in both ribs.

"By the way, Chu Yan, what are you looking for? We can't rummage around. Feng Baorong sat on the bed a little bored, tired.

Chu Yan stopped what he was doing. "I can't say it, but I always feel like Lao Xiang, a person who lives so depressed and has such a clean room, he should have some hidden things, such as notes or something. In addition to the bedroom, other places are dirty and messy, those places should be taken care of by Lao Xiang's wife, and it can even be said that they are not taken care of at all, but the bedroom is very clean, this should be cleaned up by Lao Xiang. A man who loves cleanliness marries a sloppy man. A former undercover policeman married a fierce, not beautiful and short woman, what did he want from her? What are the benefits? ……”

"Hey, you wait, wait, what? Undercover? Who is an undercover agent? Old direction? No, are you mistaken? It's not like that! ”

"Will a murderer tell you he's a murderer?" Although Xiang Yonghua is indeed a murderer.

He's a wretched man, too!

"Have you seen it under the bed?" Generally, those things that are not visible are usually placed under the bed, which is not easy to find and easy to see.

"Is that your erotic novels?"

"Hey, who looks at those, these days, you can watch it on your phone."

As he spoke, the work in his hands did not stop, one turned over the wardrobe, the other turned over the bed and desk.

"Chu Yan, if it were you, where would you hide things in such an environment?"

"I was thinking about this when I was just lying in this bed."

After speaking, the two of them lay on the bed at the same time, and after three seconds, they looked at each other, evil~

I was disgusted by the other party.

"Did you see the mattress?"

"Nope."

Flipping through the sheets, Chu Yan and the others didn't see the mattress. The bed was covered with several layers of cotton wool.

"Cotton wool?"

"Still have people spreading cotton wool?"

"You are the eldest young master, of course you don't know the suffering of the people." Chu Yan quipped.

"You said that the husband and wife of Lao Xiang, this restaurant has been open for many years, no matter how you say it, you should have some savings, and the two of them have no children, so there are no big expenses, so you won't have such a hard time. This cotton wool is even patched, and her wife's clothes are so expensive that she hasn't seen anything. "Incomprehensible.

"People spend money and explain it to you." Chu Yanyi.

"You kid, you're not alert at all." Feng Baorong retorted.

Chu Yan rummaged through the cotton wool layer by layer, and was in no mood to deal with Feng Baorong.

"You said that this old couple of people, don't they feel hot? Pad four or five layers of cotton wool. ”

"Some of the cotton wool is mostly covered in winter, and there is no place to put it, so it is padded underneath, and it is good to spread it on top with a better mattress in summer." After speaking, Chu Yan pointed to a cardboard box above the wardrobe. "See. Cowhide mattress toppers. Thousands of dollars, this should be the taste of the old direction. ”

"I can't see it, this old man is quite good at enjoying it."

Seeing what Chu Yan was touching, Feng Baorong leaned in. Learning from Chu Yan, Feng Baorong touched the patches on the cotton wool one by one.

Pregnant.