Just as the wind cannot help people keep secrets, Aunt Lin also endures the distress of no longer hiding things.
The air in the morning was particularly good. Zhuo Qiang came out of the room and saw Aunt Lin walking back and forth in the living room. Her hands, which never stopped moving before, now hung in front of her body, with no room left for them.
"Auntie Lin, what happened today?" Zhuo Qiang asked.
"Master, don't you know?" Aunt Lin was very confused.
"Know what?"
"Zishan left early this morning with his luggage," she said. "Did you have a fight?"
He said he didn't see Mu Zishan: "Why did she go out with the luggage?"
"She made a phone call from the yard a few days ago," she said, becoming even more worried. "She said she wanted to move to the suburbs."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Zhuo Qiang quickly put on his coat and went out.
Shan Cong had called him yesterday, reminding him not to let Mu Zishan go to the suburbs alone. Two people had just died in that suburban house, and she wasn't afraid of getting herself into trouble.
Following the address given by Shan Cong, I happened to meet Mu Zishan who got out of a taxi with his luggage.
"Zishan!" Zhuo Qiang walked over. "Are you really going to move in here?"
"Why are you here?" She took off her sunglasses. "Just right, follow me in."
They were met by a real estate agent. Seeing that they were a couple, the agent's face paled. "Miss, didn't you say you lived alone?"
"Oh," she said, trying to make her voice sound more coy. "This is my husband. He was going on a business trip and was worried about me coming alone."
"It's like this," the other party let them into the house and introduced the general layout. He said timidly, "This house is just a little big, but there are no other disadvantages. I hope you enjoy your vacation here."
The other party left the key and didn't want to stay here for too long, so Congcong left.
Zhuo Qiang first inspected the surroundings to ensure there were no potential safety hazards before entering the hall. He saw her wearing gloves, searching for something. He followed her from the first floor to the third, and finally stopped in the attic.
The attic was already covered in dust and filled with all sorts of junk. She searched for a while and emerged covered in dirt. "Any clues?" Zhuo Qiang asked from behind her.
"No," she looked up at the roof and said, "The designer of this house must be an expert in pranks."
"How do you say that?"
"Look, there's a beam showing on the roof. At night, when the lights are on, the reflection will be scary."
He took a look and thought she had a point. There was nothing edible in the kitchen, so they had to order takeout. But even the delivery person wouldn't come. Standing outside in the yard, Zhuo Qiang noticed a nearby tree in bloom. He picked a branch and placed it in a vase in the living room.
She had already gone outside. Behind the house was a field of farmland where the wheat seedlings were growing green and lush, which was particularly eye-catching.
Shan Cong received a call from Zhuo Qiang and bought some food at a supermarket he was passing. He happened to run into Mu Zishan on the way. He handed her a bottle of water and began to describe the neighborhood: "Most of the people who live here are wealthy, and they have servants who look after their houses."
"Did Zhuo Qiang ask you to come?" Mu Zishan already had a pretty good understanding of the situation here, so there was no need for him to listen to him.
"Well," he said, feeling somewhat embarrassed, "Actually, as a husband, it's understandable to worry about your wife's safety."
"Forget it, in that case, let's all stay here." She said, walking back.
"Hey," Shan Cong chased after him, "I didn't say I wanted to stay."
"Then what are you doing here?" she asked. "Are you really here to bring me food?"
"Nothing can be hidden from your eyes," Shan Cong said to her, "I have taken over this case. What have you found?"
“Not yet.”
Zhuo Qiang watched them come in and went up to help Shan Cong carry the things: "Why did you buy so much?"
"The lawn outside is pretty good, perfect for grilling meat in the evening."
"I'm telling you police officers, aren't you afraid of anything?" he said. "Out there..."
"Shh... don't say that," Shan Cong put the things in the kitchen, "I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep at night."
He had just learned a method of psychological suggestion from a psychologist: if a person kept mentioning something, it would constantly appear in their mind, eventually becoming a reality. Shan Cong checked the house again and found nothing unusual. Compared to the photos taken at the time of the crime, the house was not much different except for being tidier. Even the furnishings were the same as before.
They actually set up a barbecue grill that night, and Shan Cong's cooking skills were indeed quite good. Zhuo Qiang, who was sitting next to him, kept praising him: "It seems that Officer Shan is not only good at his job, but also has such attainments in cooking."
"You're too kind, it's not worth mentioning," he glanced at Mu Zishan who was drinking juice beside him, "Not everyone likes it."
"You mean Zishan?" Zhuo Qiang smiled. "Typical, unmoved admiration."
When it got dark, I looked towards the swimming pool. There was a temperature control device there, making a ticking sound. Following the triangle line, I saw it facing the attic of the house.
As they were talking, at nine o'clock in the evening, a ray of light appeared inside, but it was only for a moment. The temperature of the swimming pool changed slightly, rising from 18 degrees Celsius to 20 degrees Celsius.
She received a message on her phone with two words on it: bomb. "Get down!"
At the same time, Shan Cong also received the same text message and threw Zhuo Qiang, who was closest to him, to the ground.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise above their heads, all kinds of debris fell down, and the water in the swimming pool splashed on them.
Mu Zishan ran upstairs.
Two people stood up and followed her. The stairs leading up were blown to pieces, and the three people were stopped on the second floor.
She should have noticed in the attic that the "beam" on the roof was not designed by the designer, but was a surveillance system added later, and it also had a self-destruct system.
She went downstairs, opened her suitcase, took out a detector, and headed to the swimming pool. Various debris floated in the pool. Due to the power outage caused by the explosion, the pool heater had failed, and the water temperature was probably less than 25 degrees Celsius. The detector quickly detected a metal signal. Shan Cong, who was following behind, entered the water, fished out the small piece of metal, and placed it on the ground.
"What is this?" Zhuo Qiang asked.
"Take it back and check it out, and we'll find out." Shan Cong used his cell phone to call the police station and asked them to send someone to the suburbs as soon as possible.
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