On the other side, Ye Lan, who had successfully reached the third floor of Ansuo B&B, jumped off the balcony with his hands on his hands.
In the dark and dull room, when you open the floor-to-ceiling windows and enter the room, a cold breath hits your face.
Before coming up, Ye Lan had already figured out the design pattern of the single rooms on each floor. She took out a small flashlight and looked around according to the light of the flashlight.
Two bedrooms and one living room.
Ye Lan reached out and touched the table. Two scratches were clearly visible on the glass piece that his fingertips slid across.
He took his hand back and took a look at the wall not far away. It was very clean. Ye Lan didn't stop and walked into the room.
The smell of long-lasting dust is more obvious.
In addition to a bed, a wooden table, a bookshelf for books, and a hanger for clothes.
Very simple interior layout.
Ye Lan looked at the only table in the room. There were several magazines and books on the table.
There is a framed photo of the three of them sitting next to the corner of the table. The man has a round face, but judging from his bones, he still looks pretty good. The person sitting next to her on the ground must be the mother of the pretty boy next to her. She has curly hair, red lips, and full eyebrows. Judging from the photo, she has a curvy front and back, and a figure that all men like to take a second look at.
Ye Lan glanced at the boy's forehead, paused and then looked away.
There was almost nothing in the drawer.
Ye Lan picked a few books and flipped through the contents. Except for a few photos of cats and dogs among them, there was nothing suspicious.
She took half a step towards the corner of the table and suddenly bumped into something at her feet.
Lowering his eyes, he saw a black garbage bag.
Vaguely, when the flashlight shined inside, something was reflecting inside.
Bending down, Ye Lan picked apart the crumpled paper with his fingertips, and took out the mobile phone at the bottom of the trash can with the screen smashed to pieces.
I pressed the power button for a few seconds, but it still wouldn't turn on.
On the flaxen-tone phone case on the back of the phone, the screen fragments in the left corner are radiating, extending to the entire phone.
According to common sense, where the center of gravity of the mobile phone is hit, the force will be more severe.
Ye Lan put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and it smelled like two people.
Among them, one smelled faintly of oil smoke.
It was different from the smell of the person I smelled some time ago. There was a hint of butter in the burnt smell.
One of the people who came into contact with the phone had come into contact with an object containing a spatula.
Or a place.
She looked at the trash can, squatted down, took out the prepared bag, and put the piece of hair on the ground into a transparent bag.
After finishing, Ye Lan looked at the large bookshelf that occupied the entire room.
The smell from the bookshelf, the camphor wood balls contained the smell of moldy paper.
Probably because it had been exposed to the air for too long and no one had read it, the suspicious atmosphere remaining on the book was very weak.
Ye Lan frowned.
At this moment, the sound of unlocking came from outside the door.
She quickly pushed the drawer back to its original position, opened the window, and hid in the empty compartment in front of the bookshelf, with her back to the wall.
"Is your hand sure to be fine? Will it affect our next plan?"
"Little things."
"What's going on? You've caused a lot of trouble. I'll tell Brother Aqi later that you can rest here for the next two days."
"No need. I won't go there in person. The old woman is very suspicious. I will find a way to coax her when the time comes. Once we get the funds, we will stop."
"Don't you have a wealthy father?"
"Don't mention him. If I relied on him, I would have died countless times."
"What's next for you?"
"First get the property rights of the land, dispose of the remaining bodies, and then we can make the next plan."
Two men kept talking in the living room.
After chatting for ten minutes, one of the men left.
Ye Lan adjusted his stance and moved slowly towards the back of the door, walking lightly.
Look at the time on the back of your hand.
The second hand passed by minute by minute, and the man outside the living room disappeared like a cigarette.
Ye Lan, who was hiding in the room, couldn't help but frown.
She looked at the display window behind the curtains, which was reinforced with anti-theft nets.
If you want to leave the room, you must use the door.
In a corner where Ye Lan couldn't see, a tiny pinhole camera clearly captured Ye Lan's face.
His every move was closely watched by a group of men dressed in black.
"Boss, this man actually came to Ke Zi's residence. Should we take his head as well?"
The man who was called boss looked at Ye Lan in the camera and said, "The fly that Ke Zi messed with has killed him."
"I want to see his head before midnight tomorrow."
Song Chenke sat on the sofa, clicked on the video in WeChat on his mobile phone, looked at the people inside, and was stunned for a moment.
He changed positions.
Sitting on the sofa, facing the door, smiling softly.
He smoked a pack of cigarettes on the glass table, held it in his mouth and lit it. He held the butt of the cigarette with his fingers, blew out smoke rings, and looked at the open French window with hazy eyes.
Ye Lan immediately smelled the ugly smell of tobacco.
A bad feeling crept into my heart.
Lu Kuoshan, who had taken photos of the lease contract and kept it, decided to personally inspect the legendary garbage incineration plant.
It was dark, and there were only a few broken stars in the misty sky.
Lingfeng poured into the window along the seam of the car and scraped Lu Kuoshan's face with a knife, keeping his nerves awake at all times.
His black eyes looked at the winding dirt road ahead, and there was peace everywhere.
Suddenly, "Beep——" a small car with a honking sound and Lu Kuoshan's black Jeep drove in opposite directions.
Under the cold fog in the dark sky, when the two cars met, the car still turned on its high beam, and the dazzling car lights made the eyes reflect for a moment.
Lu Kuoshan's face tightened, his eyebrows furrowed, and he raised his eyes to glance at the man in the driver's seat of the opposite car.
A startling glance.
The man in the passenger seat with his head hanging down made Lu Kuoshan frown slightly.
The next second, he raised the window, stepped on the accelerator, locked the front wheels, and the rear wheels spun. He put his hands on the steering wheel and made a perfect 360-degree turn on the spot.
After releasing the brake, Lu Kuoshan stepped on the accelerator, caught up at 200 hours, and forced the car that had passed him directly onto the nearly one-meter-high curb next to him.
"Fuck, you must be sick!" The man cursed and climbed down from the driver's seat, angrily knocking on the driver's window, "You hit me! Get off here!"
Lu Kuoshan sat quietly in the driver's seat, looking with dark eyes at the man who was blocking the car door and scolding him, almost kicking the front wheel of his car over.
Suddenly, while the man was still scolding, Lu Kuoshan opened the door.
The man was so frightened that he took two steps back.
When the man saw that the man who came down was tall, long-legged and majestic, he also noticed the scar on his forehead and suddenly stopped talking.
"Keep scolding." Lu Kuoshan took long strides and approached the man. With a serious look on his face, he reminded, "The car windows are soundproof, so if you didn't hear me, come on, keep scolding me."
