Tang Butian walked into the police station.

Dark brown round-toe low-heeled leather shoes step on marble. The ankles are fair and slender.

She walked into the case center, walked to the door of a separate small office in the right room, and reached out to push the door open.

Ji Feng looked up and saw her, and he said, "Sit, how is the investigation?" ”

Tang Butian put the wooden knife on Ji Feng's desk, and she sat down, "Not good, what about you?" ”

The above means that the case is closed with suicide. The disputes between other deceased and the company, let them go to the lawsuit themselves, and it has nothing to do with us. ”

Tang Butian nodded, and she asked, "What kind of person is Liang Hao's landlord?" ”

"He's involved?" There was a hint of surprise in Ji Feng's voice.

"I don't know."

Ji Feng took out a document from the table and handed it to Tang Butian, "This is the transcript yesterday morning, he arrived at about ten o'clock," Ji Feng recalled the process of transcription, "When he made the transcript, his attitude was very natural, he didn't avoid questions, and he didn't ask too many questions." He's a smart guy. ”

Tang Butian took the document, "What about his information?" ”

Ji Feng's fingers tapped a few times on the keyboard, and Jiang You's information appeared on the computer screen.

Ji Feng read Jiang You's information to Tang Butian, "Jiang You, 27 years old, Han nationality, his parents died in a car accident 6 years ago, and after his death, he left him a house, which is ...... in Lanxin Garden."

"Is it the one rented by Liang Hao?" Tang Butian interrupted Ji Feng.

"No, it's a big apartment."

"Go on."

"The car accident paid 130,000 yuan, he was a junior at the time, studying in college in Jinkang, after this incident, he suspended his studies, and he has stayed in the city for several years and has not left, and he is also a poor person."

"What major did he study?"

"Computer."

"What is he doing now?"

Ji Feng opened another page, "He now opens a shop on Wenhua Street, by the way, now he has 3 houses and a shop under his name, and the loan has been paid off." ”

Tang Butian's eyes lit up, and she closed the transcript, "Where did he get the money?" ”

"It seems, it's really his own earning ......" Ji Feng pursed his lips, "As soon as he completed the transfer, it was the one left to him by his parents, so he mortgaged the house, and after getting the money, as a down payment, he took out a loan to buy two small apartments in Lanxin Yuan, and then mortgaged, and bought three small apartments and a set of shops......"

"How did he get the money?"

"Five years ago, housing prices were at a low point, and bank review was relatively lax."

"What about mortgages? What did he use to return? ”

"I didn't have any work experience, I guess it was rent, savings, etc., at that time he had 23 credit cards, and last year, he sold three houses and paid off all the loans and card debts. He sold it earlier, and if he sells it now, it will double again. ”

Tang Butian put the documents on the table, she stood up and picked up the wooden knife.

"Give me his address."

"Good. 42 Wenfeng Road. Ji Feng's eyes moved away from the computer screen, and he looked at Tang Butian, "What about this case?" ”

"You deal with it, I don't interfere."

"Understood."

Tang Butian counted the house number and walked to No. 42 Wenfeng Road.

She raised her head, and there was a plaque hanging on the door, on which were two large characters in black on a white background - Worm House. On the left side of the door is a flower stand, and two rows of sunflowers bloom in the sun.

She shook the wooden knife in her hand and walked across the courtyard into the store.

Clean.

This was her first impression of the Wormhouse.

Exceptionally clean.

About 40 square meters. It was spacious.

There was only one customer in the shop, a literary young woman with braids, a linen shirt and an indigo dress, who sat at a long table in the middle of the shop, bowing her head and writing postcards.

There is a half-drunk cup of milk tea in hand.

On the long table are two transparent boxes containing colored pens, stamps, glue and other stationery useful for writing postcards. There were seven or eight small round chairs tucked under the long table, and when they were needed, they were pulled out.

On both sides are shelves, and postcards are arranged according to different themes. Tang Butian pretended to be a customer, picked out 3 postcards and held them in his hand, and then slowly moved forward along the shelves.

The counter is in the innermost. On top of it is a cash register, and a blue porcelain bowl. There was a lot of sugar in the bowl. In the trash can next to the counter, there was an empty Coke bottle and some candy wrappers.

Tang Butian walked to the shelf on the other side and continued to watch.

Halfway through the view, she heard footsteps coming downstairs.

The door next to the counter was pushed open, and Jiang You walked out.

He is not very tall, about 1.73 to 1.76 meters, slightly chubby, and has a short round face.

Wear a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Wearing a loose red and white striped T-shirt, beige pants and a pair of brown slippers.

He sat down in a chair behind the counter, reached for a yellow gummy from the sugar bowl, peeled off the candy wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

Tang Butian glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze, continuing to pretend to focus on picking out the postcard.

After writing the postcard, she affixed the postage stamp, and walked to the counter with the postcard, "In two years, remember to send it to me." ”

Jiang You took the postcard, and he put it into a large cowhide envelope, "Don't worry." Definitely can receive it. ”

"How much?"

"Thirty."

The literary young woman took out her mobile phone, scanned the payment QR code in front of the counter, and completed the payment.

After the literary young woman left, Tang Butian turned around and walked in front of Jiang You.

She placed the postcard in her hand on the counter.

"Settled the bill? Don't write a little ......"

"You live on the second floor?" Tang Butian interrupted him.

Jiang You was stunned for a moment, "Yes, on the second floor." ”

"Take me up and have a look?"

Jiang You squinted his eyes and looked at her, "Are you?" ”

Tang Butian took out his police ID card from his bag and opened it.

"Tangjiang City Public Security Bureau, Special ......" Jiang You's tone rose, "Special Events Section, first-class superintendent, Tang Butian?" ”

He looked at Tang Butian's dress.

A white shirt, a dark blue pleated skirt, a brown envelope satchel, and a wooden scimitar in his left hand.

"Little girl, you're out of cos, right? If a forged police officer card is discovered, it will be detained or warned. ”

Tang Butian snorted lightly, she took a big step forward, and the scimitar swung forward. Jiang You subconsciously leaned back. Tang Butian opened the drawer on the counter and used his index and middle fingers to clip out a plastic bag.

Jiang You's expression became serious.

Tang Butian opened the satchel again and took out a plastic bag with a label on it, which also contained a strand of black hair.

She held two plastic bags and walked up to Jiang You, "I found it from the window where Liang Hao jumped off the building." ”

"Are you an adult?" Jiang You's gaze swept over Tang Butian's chest.

"What do you mean?"

"This is my bedroom above, and I will have a little psychological pressure when I take an underage girl up."

Tang Butian ignored Jiang You, she stepped directly on the stairs.