Chapter 75

Song Zhou covered the corner of the quilt for Chen He, got up quietly, and closed the door silently.

I walked out of the house, walked for ten minutes, and entered a shopping mall.

This is a community-based comprehensive shopping mall, which houses a supermarket selling vegetables and meat, as well as affordable clothing and small commodities. It is crowded with people and sells a variety of goods, making it very noisy.

Song Zhou walked towards the stalls one by one, buying things as he went. He bought a set of black sportswear, a pair of size 44 sneakers, a black baseball cap, black cloth gloves and a mask.

The items sold are all the most common styles. A stall can sell a few or dozens of items a day, and the owner has almost no impression of the customers.

But when making payments, he still uses paper cash with caution.

Electronic payments require real names, making it easy to track spending records. Cash transactions are the safest. Song Zhou always has some on hand for emergencies like this.

Young people nowadays rarely use cash. However, many of the customers in this mall are elderly people who don’t know how to use electronic payments, so the stall owners are used to accepting cash and it doesn’t seem out of place.

I carried my things into the mall's restroom. In the cubicle, I put on my sportswear directly over my original clothes, put on a hat and a mask, and put my glasses in my pocket.

Just put the casual shoes you took off into an empty shoe box and hide it in the corner where the cleaner keeps his tools.

When he walked out of the bathroom, his body relaxed, his stride became longer, and his eyes turned cold.

Has become another person.

The epidemic has been quite severe in the past two years, and many people have been wearing masks, so they are not conspicuous.

After walking out of the mall, he deliberately turned and walked through several alleys before hailing a taxi on the side of the road.

Our destination was Aegean Apartments. It wasn't far, and the fare was 15 yuan.

I handed over a twenty-yuan note when I got off the bus.

The driver took it, but was unwilling to give the change. He said sarcastically, "Young people don't use cash these days. Who would keep change in the car these days..."

Turning around, I saw the sharp eyes of the person in the back seat between the brim of his baseball cap and the mask.

The driver felt a chill run down his spine.

"...Why are you so aggressive?" The driver's attitude softened immediately, and he hurriedly took out some change from the glove box.

Song Zhou took the change from his hand, got out of the car, slammed the door, and walked towards the apartment without looking back.

The driver cursed silently and stepped on the accelerator to leave, feeling that if he delayed for another second, the man would come back and smash his car.

In order to facilitate the entry and exit of deliverymen, the gate of Aegean Apartment is kept open all year round. There is no need to scan faces or cards, and access control is almost non-existent.

Song Zhou walked in familiarly.

This is not his first time here.

Yu Aiai, Xu Candong, and Chen He stared at them for as long as Song Zhou had been staring at them in an even darker place.

Song Zhou had no idea how many times he had walked the terrain and route where these two people lived.

He took the elevator to the eighth floor, stood in the corridor, and looked at the door of the room Yu Aiai rented.

He knew there was a surveillance camera at the door, so he deliberately didn't go any closer. He just stared at the door with a frown on his face.

Chang Ting kept his mouth shut. Although he confessed that Yu Aiai's murder was caused by homicide, he did not reveal the details of the murderer's crime.

It doesn’t matter, Song Zhou can make a guess based on the fragmentary information he already knows.

After all, he and that person were from the same school.

They had been in the mud together.

If you investigate the scene yourself, you might be able to find something that the police can't.

Song Zhou leaned against the wall in the corridor, closed his eyes, and concentrated on thinking.

If I wanted Yu Aiai to record her last words first and then create the illusion that she committed suicide by jumping off a building, what would I do?

Yu Aiai has a roommate, so we can’t do it in that room.

First, she had to leave the rental house, but she couldn't leave the building.

Only if she "jumped off the building and committed suicide" would people focus on the "curse of comics" and ignore the pursuit of the truth.

This is easy. There are three B&Bs in this building. Just book a room.

The three B&Bs are located on three floors respectively, and the rooms on the entire 17th floor are run by the same owner.

The room on the seventeenth floor is closest to the rooftop, so it’s perfect.

That person would not reveal his personal information and would definitely not book the room himself. He would just find a reason to ask Yu Aiai to place an order.

It's really great that they want you to spend your money and your life at the same time.

He re-entered the elevator and pressed the seventeenth floor button.

As soon as I walked out of the elevator, I saw the "Yunju Homestay" sign on the corridor wall, and an arrow marked "Front Desk 1701".

He walked in the opposite direction of the arrow, passed 1714, saw a cordon blocking the door, and knew that he had guessed right.

However, this also means that the house is still sealed, so the idea of ​​going in to take a look is ruined.

Not far away is the entrance to the rooftop.

He wanted to go to the rooftop to figure out the murderer's route, but found that the lock of the small door had been repaired and was locked tightly.

After something happened, the property management finally decided to repair it.

He was very disappointed.

Is it really true that we can’t find any trace of that person?

He turned around, thought for a moment, walked to the other end of the corridor, came to the door of 1701, which served as the front desk, and knocked.

There was a response from inside the door, and Song Zhou pushed the door open and walked in.

A bald head popped out from behind the computer. It was Xiao Qiang, the owner of the B&B.

"Would you like to book a room?" Xiao Qiang asked with swollen eyelids and a dazed look in his eyes.

Song Zhou nodded.

"Twin queen beds?"

"A big bed, an hourly room." Song Zhou said.

Xiao Qiang's cloudy eyes lit up a little, and he smiled knowingly: "One hundred and eighty, two hundred as a deposit. ID card."

"It's not very convenient." Song Zhou said a little embarrassedly.

"I understand." Xiao Qiang's face was a bit lewd, "Are you worried that your wife will find out about your hotel check-in records? 280 without your ID card."

Song Zhou took out a few banknotes and threw them on the table.

Xiao Qiang was amused: "Awesome, you don't even keep a record of your payment. You're fully armed, and you look like a skilled worker."

Song Zhou's eyes revealed a sly smile above his mask: "Boss, how can you be as knowledgeable and experienced as me?"

"That's right. I've seen a lot of things in this line of work." Xiao Qiang stretched his head and glanced towards the door. "Where's my lover? Let me see what she looks like."

"Not yet. I haven't even seen it yet."

"I see, it's about the software!"

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"1712. The deposit will be deducted if the clock is over." Xiao Qiang reported the door lock password.

"clear."

After walking out of the reception room and closing the door, Song Zhou stood in the corridor for a while. The cloudy smile in his eyes fell and turned into a layer of ice.

A deep disgust welled up in his heart. Disgusted with the way he had just looked.

If Chen He saw it, she would definitely vomit it out.

But this is what he really looks like.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of frustration. He closed his eyes, suppressed the irritation rising in his throat, and then he started walking again, arriving at 1712.

Right next to 1714.

After entering the room, Song Zhou looked around.

In the same B&B, all rooms have double beds and the layout should be the same.

The room was simply furnished with a large bed covered with white bedding, an orange canvas double sofa, a coffee table, bedside tables, basic appliances such as a television, and a few simple decorations.

Song Zhou remembered that when Yu Aiai recorded her suicide note in the video, she was sitting on the same orange sofa, and the background was similar to this room.

He looked around but found no inspiration.

He fell back on the big bed in disappointment.

There is a flower-shaped chandelier on the ceiling just above the bed.

Song Zhou looked up at the chandelier and suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly.

He stood up, stepped directly onto the bed sheet with his shoes on, and raised his hand to move the petal-shaped decoration of the chandelier.

A small object was revealed.

Miniature camera. Hidden camera device.

Song Zhou smiled. He slowly extended a finger, pointed at the camera, and asked, "Have you seen enough?"

Then he hooked his finger: "Come here."