Chapter 437: The thief Song Che hates most is being stabbed in the back.
He had just arrived in Hangzhou City and had not made any enemies. Who wanted to ruin his reputation?
After thinking about it, he could only think of one person, and that was Qi Hong, whom he met at Wangjiang Inn the day before yesterday.
If someone secretly makes small moves just because a business cannot be done, then this person is too narrow-minded.
As a businessman, this account has been recorded.
evening.
Song Che came to Zhou Dafa Jewelry to pick up Zhou Yazhao from get off work as scheduled.
Ever since Song Che made the painting "White Clouds and Wind Blowing Goat Eating Sketches" for Wangjiang Inn, the gimmick he created really attracted a large number of diners. Boss Wang smiled from ear to ear. Not only did he let Song Che eat, drink and live for free for a whole year, he also gave him five hundred taels of silver as a reward as promised.
In this case, eat three meals a day, clock in on time, and never miss a meal.
Today's Zhou Yazhao is different from usual. He has been waiting at the door since early in the morning, frowning slightly and craning his neck in anticipation.
Seeing Song Che arriving, she hurriedly greeted him and pulled Song Che towards the store.
It seemed that something was wrong, so Song Che didn't ask any questions.
Zhou Yazhao pulled Song Che to the backyard, stopped in front of a house, then took out the key and opened the door, and hurriedly pulled Song Che into the house.
The room has a faint feminine scent, a dressing mirror and a bed. It is decorated in a unique way and kept very clean. It should be her boudoir.
Zhou Yazhao closed the door and pulled the latch.
Song Che raised his eyebrows, is today a special day? In the morning I met a young woman who was in puberty, and in the afternoon there were others who couldn't wait to meet her.
"Actually, I am a gentleman. I have never advocated premarital sex. But if you really can't hold it in anymore, you can actually-"
"Oh, you said something incomprehensible again."
Zhou Yazhao's brows were filled with worry: "Song Che, I found someone had entered my room!"
Song Che frowned. As a woman living alone, it was very dangerous to be stared at. He asked: "When did it happen? Didn't you lock the doors and windows at night?"
Zhou Yazhao shook his head and said: "I only rest here when the shop is busy. On weekdays, I go back to the Zhou Mansion, and I may only come here to sleep two or three times a month. You saw it just now. Its doors and windows It's all locked,"
She paused and then added: "At noon today, the counter ran out of ink, so I thought about going to the room to get some, and found that there were traces of someone moving in the room."
She walked to the cabinet, opened it, pointed at the neatly stacked clothes inside, and said, "I have a habit. The collars of folded clothes always face the outside, and the clothes for spring, summer, autumn, and winter, all seasons, are from left to right. They are arranged in order, but you see, some of the necklines are facing inward, but the summer clothes have moved to the front."
"This, uh... you are simply thinner than me."
Song Che asked: "You don't live here often, could you remember it wrong?"
Zhou Yazhao said resolutely: "Absolutely not! I have placed them like this for ten years, including the position of the spout of the teapot, the position of pillows and bedding. Even if they are placed a little crooked, I will correct them... Oops, I just feel something is wrong anyway, someone must have been in my room!"
"Let me take a look..."
Song Che first rummaged through the clothes in the cabinet, and suddenly pulled out a pair of "Ice Silk Blowing Snow" breathable private underwear from the innermost corner.
He waved it in front of Zhou Yazhao and smiled sideways, "I didn't expect my aunt to like to wear such leaky styles?"
"Ah?" Zhou Yazhao immediately blushed and reached out to grab it, "Give it back to me!"
Song Che raised it high enough that she couldn't reach it even with her feet, and said with a smile: "This private room is a bit strange."
"What's...what's weird? I wear this in summer. I chose ice silk and snow because it's cool and breathable..."
Zhou Yazhao held his red cheeks in his hands and became more and more embarrassed as he spoke.
Song Che shook his head and said, "What I mean is that it's not that there's something fishy about it, but that there's something fishy about the placement."
He pointed to the closet and said, "This private item is scattered deep in the closet. How could a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder like you take it off and throw it in casually?"
Zhou Yazhao used all his strength, jumped hard, snatched the private piece from Song Che and stuffed it into his sleeves, saying: "I took it off and washed it long ago, how could I just throw it into the cabinet casually? I took this summer private piece away a month ago. It's washed and neatly folded inside."
Song Che pursed his lips and analyzed: "That can only mean that the thief accidentally disturbed the location of the private room after rummaging through the boxes, but because the items in the private room were too small, he didn't care."
Zhou Yazhao suddenly pressed his hand and whispered: "You just touched it, it was dirty..."
"It's been washed and it's still dirty?"
"It's been washed, but it's still dirty!"
"Hehehe..."
Song Che asked with a smile: "Is there anything valuable in your room, or is there anything missing?"
Zhou Yazhao shook his head, "I said just now that this room is just for taking a nap. There are no valuables. Everything is there."
Song Che walked around the house and asked, "Who is cleaning on weekdays?"
Zhou Yazhao followed behind and said, "The room is not often occupied, so I usually clean it myself."
Song Che subconsciously wanted to purse his lips again, but he looked at his hands, then looked back at Zhou Yazhao, who was about to stop him with his eyes wide open, and smiled before letting it go.
"This is very strange. Your room is always locked and no one else comes in. How could a thief get in?"
Song Che looked up at the roof, "Unless he came in from above, or he has your key."
Zhou Yazhao said, "It's impossible to have a roof. This room has been renovated. In addition to the tiles, a floor has also been added. Unless he cuts a hole in the floor, he can't even get in. The shop is open every day." There are people on duty at night, and there are dogs in the yard. Even if he can go to the house and lift the tiles, there should be some movement when he digs out the tiles. Besides, you see, there is no trace of damage on the tiles."
She took out another key from her sleeve, "I carry the key to the room with me and never give it to anyone else. Could it be that... the thief knows how to walk through walls?"
"If he had this ability, would he still be a thief? He would just go through the wall and steal money from the bank."
"That's right," Zhou Yazhao pursed his lips, "How did the thief get into my house? There is nothing in the house, so what's the point of him coming in?"
Song Che pressed her hand and said with a smile: "Don't pout, you're dirty..."
Zhou Yazhao sighed: "That's all, since nothing was lost, don't make a fuss. I'll change the locks tomorrow and tie up two more dogs in the yard."
"Hey, don't jump to conclusions so quickly," Song Che paused and said:
“First of all, there is nothing in your room, just what you think, but in the eyes of the thief, maybe there is something he needs hidden in your room;
Just think about it, if he really came to seek money, he would never rummage through the boxes, fold the clothes and put them back as they were, he must have wanted to steal something secretly;"
He asked Zhou Yazhao again:
"Then the question is, what is your most valuable and important thing to you?"
