Bai Xiao's high-end sports car was very authoritative, he casually reported the house number, and the doorman of Lixiang Garden put him in without hesitation.

The car stopped in front of the courtyard of Yin Gang's house, and the low beam illuminated the seal on the gate.

The seal is written in black and white, and it is stamped with the official seal of the Public Security Bureau.

The courtyard of Yingang is different, the fence is built into a brick wall more than two meters high, and the gate is equipped with two thick iron gates that are impermeable, like a prison, and it seems that there are unspeakable secrets that people don't want to see.

Bai Xiao struggled with his old nose to climb in.

The space inside is not small, and there is a wide lawn in front and back of the two-story building.

There is not a single tree planted on the lawn, probably so that there are no cats or dogs or anything like that.

The doors and windows of the small building were closed, the black lights were blinding, and the silence was incomparable.

Bai Xiao walked around the house, using his mobile phone's flashlight to find the entrance to the house, and found that a window on the second floor was not closed tightly.

He climbed up the sewer and broke open the window to enter the room.

The lights in the room can't be turned on, it should be that the total power supply has been turned off, or the power supply has been cut off by the power supply bureau after not paying the electricity bill for a long time.

The faint light of the flashlight illuminates the room one by one.

The room was empty, with only a wardrobe and a chest of drawers.

He went into the other rooms and found that none of them had beds, just like the Korean habit of keeping the quilt in the closet.

The person who sleeps should sleep directly on the ground.

In one of the rooms, there was an oil painting on the wall.

The owner of the painting is a young girl, with a student's head, squatting on the edge of the lake and smiling at people, looking about 20 years old.

He unconsciously had a cold voice and a smile in his mind.

The eyes of the person in the photo are too similar to Han Momo's eyes -

Deep embedded double eyelids, the eyeballs are big and black, bright and very pure, the eyes are smiling, and they are festive when they look at it.

Why is the person in the painting so familiar?

He suddenly remembered that in Han Momo's home, there was a picture of her sitting in her mother's arms as a baby.

Doesn't her mother's face resemble the girl in this photo?

Is this a coincidence, or does Yin Gang already know Han Momo's mother?

Is there anything Qin Yongye hasn't explained to himself yet?

Han Momo was kidnapped, does it have anything to do with it?

Bai Xiao went down the house to the first floor, but did not find any valuable clues.

Yin Gang doesn't like to spread things out, and the cabinet is neatly packed without any decorations.

There are no paintings or photographs elsewhere, which shows how important the painting on the second floor is.

Bai Xiao finally came to the basement.

Compared to other places, there are a lot of daily necessities here, and it is obviously Yingang's main activity area, which is also his studio.

However, except for the monitor, the computer host is gone, and I don't know if it was taken away by the police or Yin Gang himself.

There is a paper shredder next to the workbench.

From this point of view, Yin Gang is accustomed to protecting his privacy, and he is usually careful not to leave any handles for others, so there are no handwritten notebooks in the whole house, and no paper documents can be found.

But no matter how cautious a person is, there are times when they are sloppy.

In the toolbox of the operating table, with Bai Xiao's experience of often making handicrafts, he saw a chip from various screws and broken iron sheets.

The chip is only the size of a fingernail, and it is mixed with debris, so it is naturally not easy to be found and missed.

He picked up the chip, looked at it carefully with a flashlight, and found that it was the same as the chip model of Best Robot, so he wrapped it in a tissue and put it in his pocket.

This should be the most valuable thing I found in this house besides the oil painting.

He left the house through the window on the first floor, continued to walk around the yard, and found a deep well in the backyard, so he looked in with a flashlight.

In the depths of the well, there was a faint glow of water.

There is no pumping equipment at the wellhead.

It's weird.

Wells must always be drilled for a purpose, and since they are not used to pump water, what are they used for?

He was thinking about it, when his mouth and nose were suddenly covered by a handkerchief, his eyes were dizzy, and he soon lost consciousness, and his mobile phone fell into the well.

It was getting dark.

A dark figure searched his pocket, dug out the chip, and then picked him up from the unconscious and threw him into the well.

"Poof!" In the middle of the night, the sound of falling water came from the well, breaking the silence of the night.

However, except for the stars and the dark shadow, no one noticed all this.