They groped their way to the fourth floor. Xie Quan took the lead to open the door of Room 403, while Qiao Yan stayed on the stairs waiting for his signal.
A faint cat meow was heard, and she walked out. The two figures flashed into 403 together.
There was a damp and fishy smell in the house caused by not being ventilated for a long time. In addition, most of the things had not been put away, and food waste and other things had fermented in here to produce an indescribable smell.
Qiao Yan frowned and followed Xie Quan inside. The house was very quiet, which was inevitable. It would be wrong if there was any sound inside the house.
Xie Quan took out the small flashlight he had prepared. He only had one flashlight, which he had prepared for power outages. He didn't expect that it would be used to sneak into someone else's house.
Qiao Yan took the flashlight from him, turned it on, and found that the light was not particularly bright, but it was quite suitable for their current situation.
Grandpa Lu's house is not decorated much, unlike Chen Meng's house which has many ornaments, so at first glance it is just an ordinary house.
There was a newspaper on the chair next to the dining table at home, dated several days ago, and in the corner of the kitchen there were two stacks of newspapers as high as calves, tied together with red plastic ropes.
The most valuable thing in the whole house should be a support stand in Grandpa Lu’s room, on which are placed three erhu, which should be made of different materials and colors.
There are four positions on the support stand, but there are only three erhu. The remaining one should be the one he was holding in his arms at the time and was taken away by the police.
There are a lot of plastic bags stuffed in the cabinet, red and white. I guess they are meant to be kept to store something, but looking at the full cabinet, it seems that they are not of much use.
Qiao Yan rummaged through the bags and made sure there was nothing hidden inside before looking in another cabinet.
"photo."
There was only an old photo in the empty cabinet. It was not laminated, so it had turned a little yellow.
Qiao Yan raised the flashlight slightly to let the light shine on the photo. Surprisingly, it was a wedding photo.
Paper-cuts of the word "囍" were pasted on the white wall. The bride, wearing a red cheongsam and simple gold accessories on her head, sat on a high round stool, with the groom in a black Zhongshan suit standing beside her.
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