Let's rewind to one day earlier, March 9, 4224.
Today is Saturday, and there are more people visiting friends or going on vacation in the neighborhood.
Security guard Xiao Cheng also consciously increased the frequency of his patrols. After all, it's not easy for anyone to earn a few coins.
As we passed the 38 villas, the lingering aroma of meat that had been there for three days was still present.
"That's strange. What kind of meat is this pretty young lady cooking? She's been cooking it for three days!"
Xiao Cheng has worked as a security guard here for several years. He knows which residents live in which building, what their relationships are, and what their general identities are.
How could he not know that the resident of Building 38 was a mistress kept by a fat man?
It's just strange that this girl has never cooked since she moved in last year, always ordering all sorts of trendy takeout. What's gotten into her these past few days, that she's actually cooking meat soup herself?
I must say, the meat really does smell delicious, and it also has a hint of high-end perfume and roses. The lives of the rich are something they just can't understand.
Xiao Cheng stood downstairs at Building 38 and sniffed the air.
"That's strange. All the kitchens in the neighborhood are built on the first floor, so how come the smell of meat from her house is coming from the second floor?"
Lakeside Moonlight Community is an upscale residential area. Apart from food enthusiasts like Gao Siming who consider themselves chefs, very few people cook for themselves.
Moreover, even if you or a nanny cook, there will definitely be a range hood in the kitchen, and the kitchen fumes will be filtered and not so strong.
The aroma of meat from this third family's house has been lingering for three days now; isn't that a bit unusual?
Driven by his instinct and sense of responsibility as a security guard, Xiao Cheng walked to the front gate of the villa and rang the doorbell.
I pressed the button three times, but still no one answered.
Xiao Cheng felt increasingly uneasy about the situation and was about to go to the property management office to find someone when he heard a car beeping behind him.
"Hey security guard, what are you doing in front of my house?!"
As soon as Xiao Cheng turned around, he saw a greasy, fat man getting out of the luxury car in front of him. It was none other than the owner of the villa, President Peng Zhengguo.
"Mr. Peng, hello. I noticed something strange about the smell of meat in your house and was wondering what was going on?"
Uncle Peng glanced around the room. "Oh, this little girl can cook for me now? What kind of surprise is she planning this time?"
He then said disdainfully to the security guard, "Are you all just bored and have nothing better to do? You're interfering with my wife's cooking?"
Although Xiao Cheng is dedicated, it depends on the person he's working for.
He had no interest in such a wealthy, arrogant, and nouveau riche.
Now that the main character has arrived, he's too lazy to care anymore.
"Mr. Peng, now that you're back, I'll be going now. Your girlfriend should have made you a pot of nourishing meat soup, go and drink it!"
After saying that, he left directly.
Fatty Peng said "Mind your own business," used facial recognition, opened the door, and went inside.
"My little darling, I'm here! Let me see what delicious food you've made for me today!"
Stepping into the courtyard, Fatty Peng, drawn by the intoxicating aroma of meat, hurriedly rushed into the house.
"ah!"
Xiao Cheng had only been away from Building 38 for a few minutes, and had just reached Building 43, when he heard an extremely horrific scream coming from Building 38 behind him.
Out of a sense of duty as a security guard, Xiao Cheng straightened his hat brim, turned around, and rushed back to Building 38.
I had just run to the entrance of Building 38 when I saw this greasy middle-aged man rushing out, his running speed no less than that of someone like me who makes a living through physical labor.
Seeing Xiao Cheng arrive, Peng Zhengguo felt as if he were a drowning person seeing a lifeguard.
"Quick, call the police! Someone's dead! Someone's dead!"
As soon as Fatty Peng spoke, his hands and feet trembled so badly that he collapsed to the ground.
Xiao Cheng wasn't too nervous. He asked in a deep voice, "Property Owner Peng, what happened? Who died? Should I make a phone call and you tell me?"
Although Xiao Cheng didn't really believe in the idea of dead people, the appearance of Fatty Peng in front of him was undeniable.
Being a security guard is just a job for him to make a living; he just needs to do his job well. If there's any real danger, Xiao Cheng wouldn't dare be the first to rush in.
Even if, hypothetically, someone really did die inside, and you recklessly rushed in, it would be difficult to explain later.
Xiao Cheng's mind raced, and he still took out his phone and dialed the number of the West Suburbs Patrol Guard.
The operator connected the call, and Xiao Cheng began by telling the patrol officer his location.
The phone was handed to Peng Zhengguo to explain what happened.
Still shaken, Fatty Peng managed to give a rough account of what had happened.
Upon hearing that someone had died, and in a gruesome manner, in the nearby Lakeside Moonlight residential complex, the sanitation worker immediately reported the incident to his superiors.
A death is a serious matter; any violation of the law must be investigated, and any murder case must be solved! As a subordinate unit of the Anding Division, the Patrol Guard, regardless of whether the matter was true or false, would rather it be a false report than be overlooked. The Patrol Guard immediately notified the Anding Division's Fate Section of the situation.
Upon receiving the call, Li Nan was still at home pondering the details of the Meiluo Academy series of cases. Hearing this news, she immediately changed her preparations, called Qin Wen, and summoned her team to head to Lakeside Moonlight.
They sped along the road and arrived at the residential area in less than half an hour.
From a distance, it could be seen that the patrol team from the western suburbs had already cordoned off the entire building where the incident occurred.
Patrolman Deng stood at the door with a grim expression, surrounded by seven or eight junior policemen who seemed to be busy cleaning up the excrement.
What's going on?
Li Nan got out of the car with a puzzled look, walked up to Deng Weishi, and asked directly, "Deng Weishi, what's going on inside? You all seem to be outside?"
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