While Guan Jiasheng returned to the room to look for information, Lu Yao had time to quietly observe the surroundings, and joined Liu Che, who had had time to explore the room earlier because Guan Jiasheng's attention had been diverted.
"Uncle Guan told the truth, and I didn't see anything that was against the law." Lu Yao shrugged, "The current information is already under control, so if there is anything I can't find... ...It's just a personal matter. Although they are childhood sweethearts, the life experiences of Yu Xuanyi and his adoptive parents are not ordinary mismatches. Looking at them, I feel that a lot of things must have happened."
In fact, she is not a person who has a particularly strong desire for gossip. She always feels that it is more comfortable to play games than to explore other people's business. However, the key to investigating a case is to be rooted in every node where there is a suspicious situation. In this case, Lu Yao also has his own work habits and believes that no matter what topic it is, it should be worthy of further study.
Liu Che lingered next to the furniture. The apartment where Guan Jiasheng lives alone is very large, and judging from the time of purchase, it was before Yu Xuanyi was adopted.
This place used to be a place where a family of three could enjoy themselves happily. It was a duplex apartment with an overall structure of four bedrooms and two living rooms. When Guan Jiasheng went in to look for information, he obviously entered the master bedroom. The doors of the other three rooms were covered with dust. It was obvious that Guan Jiasheng himself did not have the habit of using them.
Without the owner's permission, the two of them would naturally not rush in so rashly to take a look. So Liu Che was in charge of the living room on the kitchen side, and Lu Yao was in charge of the balcony. The two of them separated to see what kind of person Mr. Guan was.
In the direction of the kitchen there are only the bathroom and the stove. It can be seen that this rugged-looking Mr. Guan is surprisingly the type to cook. Unlike some other corners of the room, the stove is quite clean and is obviously cleaned frequently. There were only a few fresh vegetable leaves and some noodle residue in the kitchen sink. Combined with the eggshells and cylindrical wrapping paper in the kitchen waste bin next to it, it was obvious that Uncle Guan had given him some food before they came. I ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles.
The nearby condiment bottles and drying dishes and chopsticks were neatly arranged, including the cleaned sea bowl, which was also turned upside down beside it, as if waiting for the water attached to it to drain away completely. The knives, from large to small, are placed parallel to each other on the wooden knife rest on one side, and all of them are polished to a gleaming shine.
As a middle-aged man who lost his wife and daughter and went to school, he should be living a very independent life. But after all, everyone knows that Mr. Guan is a butcher by profession, so it should be taken for granted that he is good at cooking.
Liu Che opened the refrigerator and found that there were meals packed in plastic lunch boxes. Even from the outside of the translucent box, you could see that the fragrance was still there, and there was even a plastic wrap on the seal to prevent stains.
Combined with the small cloth bag with built-in insulation layer placed on the top of the refrigerator, it is obvious that Guan Jiasheng, who works during the day, usually brings himself a box of meals that he has prepared earlier when he goes out. When it is time to eat, he can find a microwave and eat it directly. Serving hot meals is one of the few inconveniences that compromises the freshness of the food for the sake of convenience.
"The atmosphere of life is full." As one of the young people who have long compromised on the convenience of takeout, Liu Che couldn't help but express this sincere emotion.
While Guan Jiasheng returned to the room to look for information, Lu Yao had time to quietly observe the surroundings, and joined Liu Che, who had had time to explore the room earlier because Guan Jiasheng's attention had been diverted.
"Uncle Guan told the truth, and I didn't see anything that was against the law." Lu Yao shrugged, "The current information is already under control, so if there is anything I can't find... ...It's just a personal matter. Although they are childhood sweethearts, the life experiences of Yu Xuanyi and his adoptive parents are not ordinary mismatches. Looking at them, I feel that a lot of things must have happened."
In fact, she is not a person who has a particularly strong desire for gossip. She always feels that it is more comfortable to play games than to explore other people's business. However, the key to investigating a case is to be rooted in every node where there is a suspicious situation. In this case, Lu Yao also has his own work habits and believes that no matter what topic it is, it should be worthy of further study.
Liu Che lingered next to the furniture. The apartment where Guan Jiasheng lives alone is very large, and judging from the time of purchase, it was before Yu Xuanyi was adopted.
This place used to be a place where a family of three could enjoy themselves happily. It was a duplex apartment with an overall structure of four bedrooms and two living rooms. When Guan Jiasheng went in to look for information, he obviously entered the master bedroom. The doors of the other three rooms were covered with dust. It was obvious that Guan Jiasheng himself did not have the habit of using them.
Without the owner's permission, the two of them would naturally not rush in so rashly to take a look. So Liu Che was in charge of the living room on the kitchen side, and Lu Yao was in charge of the balcony. The two of them separated to see what kind of person Mr. Guan was.
In the direction of the kitchen there are only the bathroom and the stove. It can be seen that this rugged-looking Mr. Guan is surprisingly the type to cook. Unlike some other corners of the room, the stove is quite clean and is obviously cleaned frequently. There were only a few fresh vegetable leaves and some noodle residue in the kitchen sink. Combined with the eggshells and cylindrical wrapping paper in the kitchen waste bin next to it, it was obvious that Uncle Guan had given him some food before they came. I ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles.
The nearby condiment bottles and drying dishes and chopsticks were neatly arranged, including the cleaned sea bowl, which was also turned upside down beside it, as if waiting for the water attached to it to drain away completely. The knives, from large to small, are placed parallel to each other on the wooden knife rest on one side, and all of them are polished to a gleaming shine.
As a middle-aged man who lost his wife and daughter and went to school, he should be living a very independent life. But after all, everyone knows that Mr. Guan is a butcher by profession, so it should be taken for granted that he is good at cooking.
Liu Che opened the refrigerator and found that there were meals packed in plastic lunch boxes. Even from the outside of the translucent box, you could see that the fragrance was still there, and there was even a plastic wrap on the seal to prevent stains.
Combined with the small cloth bag with built-in insulation layer placed on the top of the refrigerator, it is obvious that Guan Jiasheng, who works during the day, usually brings himself a box of meals that he has prepared earlier when he goes out. When it is time to eat, he can find a microwave and eat it directly. Serving hot meals is one of the few inconveniences that compromises the freshness of the food for the sake of convenience.
"The atmosphere of life is full." As one of the young people who have long compromised on the convenience of takeout, Liu Che couldn't help but express this sincere emotion.
