The next day, Madam arranged for Meng Bo, Defen, and Li Zhongyi to go to a few streets near the car wash where Ni Zhiqiang worked to see if they could find the clothing store opened by this foreign devil. Zhang Dayong took Zhao Damao and Lan Jiawen to Tai Po to see if they could find the home of this foreign devil.

When they arrived in Tai Po, the three of them scattered, each holding a portrait of a foreign devil and asking around if any of the neighbors had seen a foreign devil.

Zhao Damao remembered that it seemed to be said in the TV series that there was a garden art museum next to this foreign devil's house, and there was a kind of purple bamboo flower in this garden art museum, and it was unique to this garden art museum.

After asking a few gardening museums, Zhao Damao could only sigh that there is no business or treachery, although purple bamboo flowers are more difficult to plant, but there are basically gardening museums that specialize in planting flowers and plants nearby, and these bosses are ashamed to say that these kinds of flowers are difficult to grow is unique to their own family, and other gardening museums do not have!

The words of these gardening hall owners made Zhao Damao's hope of finding the home of foreign devils through Zizhuhua frustrated. When he came down in the morning, Zhao Damao's mouth was dry but he didn't gain anything.

On Zhang Dayong's side, Zhang Dayong walked aimlessly on the road, looking for people who might have seen foreign devils. There was no harvest in the morning, Zhang Dayong couldn't help but think about whether Zhao Damao's news was really fake news?

At this time, a toy football suddenly rolled to Zhang Dayong's feet, and Zhang Dayong, who came back to his senses, leaned over and picked up the football, and saw a little boy running in front of him: "Uncle, this football is mine, can you give it back to me?" ”

Zhang Dayong squatted down, handed the football to the little boy, and then raised his hand and touched the top of the little boy's head: "Children, you can't play football on the road, it's very dangerous!" You know what? ”

When Zhang Dayong squatted down, the portrait of a foreign devil in his other hand happened to be seen by the little boy, and the little boy listened to Zhang Dayong's words and said very obediently: "Uncle, I know, I won't next time!" He pointed to the portrait of a foreign devil in Zhang Dayong's hand and said, "Uncle, I seem to have seen the person in your painting!" ”

When Zhang Dayong heard this, he put the portrait of the foreign devil in his hand in front of the little boy, and asked eagerly: "Little friend, do you see it clearly, have you really seen this person?" ”

The little boy nodded: "The last time I kicked the ball under his car, he opened the window and scolded me!" I know him and he lives not very far from my house, just in front! After speaking, the little boy pointed to a small two-story western-style building not far away!

Zhang Dayong was excited when he heard this, and picked up the little boy: "Little friend, where do you live?" Uncle sends you back! Don't forget to kick on the road next time! ”

The little boy nodded: "Uncle, my house is next to me, I don't need you to send it!" I'll go home first! ”

Zhang Dayong put down the little boy and watched the little boy run into a house not far away. took out the phone and called Zhao Damao and Lan Jiawen.

Lan Jiawen was relatively close to Zhang Dayong, and it didn't take long to rush to Zhang Dayong's side.

Lan Jiawen asked Zhang Dayong, "Brother Yong, did you really find this foreigner?" You're amazing! I searched for no useful news in the morning! ”

Zhang Dayong smiled and said, "It's just luck!" He pointed to the two-story small western-style building next to him and said: "This is the home of this foreign devil, let's wait for Da Mao to come over and see what to do!" ”

Lan Jiawen asked, "Brother Yong, have you gone in and seen it?" ”

Zhang Dayong replied: "I looked outside, and there seemed to be no one inside!" ”

Lan Jiawen said: "Brother Yong, why don't we sneak in and take a look?" Didn't Madam say in the morning that this foreigner was likely to be the murderer of the serial corpse dumping case? ”

Zhang Dayong frowned and said: "No, we don't have a search warrant, we don't have the right to break into people's houses, and we don't have conclusive evidence that this foreign devil is a murderer!" Wait for Da Mao to come over, let's see if we can wait until this foreign devil comes home and find a way to sneak in and see! ”

Lan Jiawen's eyes rolled: "Brother Yong, if this foreigner is really a murderer, even if he comes back, he won't let us in!" Now that this foreigner is not at home, no one will find out if we sneak in! And you also said that we don't have any evidence now, so if we don't go to his house to see, how can we find evidence? ”

Lan Jiawen said and looked at the fact that there was no one around, so he was ready to climb in from the wall! Zhang Dayong looked at Lan Jiawen's movements and thought about it again, Lan Jiawen's words also made sense, and he also followed Lan Jiawen into the courtyard of the foreign devil's house!

As soon as Zhang Dayong and Lan Jiawen rolled into the yard, they saw red, white and blue tape stacked in the corner of the yard! The two glanced at each other, and Zhang Dayong said to Lan Jiawen: "Let's go, go into the house and have a look!" ”

It may be because there is a large iron gate at the entrance of the courtyard, and the sliding glass door at the entrance is only closed and not locked.

Zhang Dayong pushed open the glass door and entered the entrance with Lan Jiawen, and Zhang Dayong carefully closed the door.

The living room of the foreign devil's house is very large, and the decoration is also very luxurious! The first thing you see when you walk into the living room is the white wool carpet on the floor.

Zhang Dayong pointed to the wool carpet and said to Lan Jiawen: "Jiawen, you check this carpet!" ”

Lan Jiawen nodded, Zhang Dayong turned around in the living room, walked to the TV cabinet, picked up the photo frame placed on the TV stand, and compared it with the portrait of the foreign devil in his hand! said to himself: "That's right, it seems that he has found the right place, it is this foreigner, but is he the murderer?" ”

Zhang Dayong frowned and carefully checked the kitchen, dining room, study, and toilet on the first floor, Zhang Dayong, who had found nothing, was about to go up to the second floor to take a look, and Lan Jiawen's excited voice came: "Brother Yong, come here!" There is a discovery! ”

Zhang Dayong walked up to Lan Jiawen, who was squatting next to the carpet in the living room: "Jiawen, what did you find?" ”

Lan Jiawen pointed to the slight dried red mark on the corner of the carpet and said, "Brother Yong, do you think this is a blood stain?" ”

Zhang Dayong looked at the marks on the carpet and said: "It's hard to say, you collect some samples and go back to forensic examination, just enough to test whether the fibers of this carpet are the same as those found on the deceased!" ”

Lan Jiawen nodded, took out the evidence bag, collected some red wool from the carpet, and put it in.

Zhang Dayong watched Lan Jiawen finish collecting evidence, and was about to take Lan Jiawen to the second floor to have a look, when there was a sound of the iron gate being pushed open in the courtyard!

Lan Jiawen's expression tightened: "It's not good, that foreign devil is back!" ”

Zhang Dayong also frowned and said, "How could this foreign devil come back at this time?" We're trespassing on a private house now, and it's very troublesome if we are discovered, so let's hide and find a chance to sneak out! Zhang Dayong looked around, pointed to the bar counter of the open kitchen facing the living room and said, "Let's hide behind the bar in the kitchen first!" ”

The sound of the car turning off also came from the yard, and Zhang Dayong, who was in a hurry, grabbed Lan Jiawen's hand and ran behind the bar in the kitchen, not noticing that Lan Jiawen, who was holding his hand, had a shy smile on his face.