Mo Xiaoqing followed Lao Tan without stopping, got into the police car according to the address, and rushed away.

She carefully read the address in her hand. This is Yaoming Road in Tianxin District. Mo Xiaoqing knew this area a little bit. There were schools and art training institutions next to it.

After the car drove for about 40 minutes, it turned and drove into an increasingly narrow road, and stopped in a very low and dilapidated community.

According to the navigation to the designated geographical location, Mo Xiaoqing jumped out of the car, looked up, and couldn't help frowning.

This is basically a shantytown that has not yet been renovated. Low and uneven houses are scattered in a mess. Each house has some cement brick rooms added on top, and they are covered with cotton tiles.

Mo Xiaoqing couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Brother Tan, are you sure your address is correct? Logically, how could someone who could give Zhao Hong such a large sum of money live in such a shabby place?"

Old Tan was actually also confused in his heart, and couldn't help but suspect that he had received false information. He could only say unhappily, "It's okay, let's go in and take a look."

They followed the address written on Mingyuan Community Building 1001,

and when they arrived in front of the tenth floor and went into the alley, they found that there was no room number called 1001.

Mo Xiaoqing and the others had no choice but to continue searching along this building, and searched the entire first floor of the tenth building, but there was no room number called 1001.

They once again came to the open space in front of Building 10 and walked back and forth. Mo Xiaoqing asked: "Brother Tan, is it possible that the address you got is wrong?"

"It shouldn't be. The information I found this time should be 95% accurate." Old Tan couldn't help but hold the back of his head while saying this.

Just when they didn't know what to do, a 50-year-old auntie slowly walked in.

The auntie heard them always yelling, "Where is 1001?" and couldn't help but stare at the two of them.

At this time, the old lady suddenly came forward and said, "What is your relationship with the resident of No. 1001?"

Mo Xiaoqing quickly asked, "Auntie, do you know who is the resident of No. 1001?"

The aunt looked at them warily. Mo Xiaoqing quickly took out her police ID and said, "Auntie, this is it. We are police officers from the Kuala Kangsar Criminal Police Team and are investigating a case.

Let me ask you again . "Do you know who lives in No. 1001?"

The aunt's voice was a little hesitant, but she told the truth, "I, I, I...this house is rented out, and there are so many residents. I don't know who you are asking about?"

Old Tan added, "His name is Yang Minghui.

I found out from a place that he lives here, and he has lived here for a long time."

The aunt in her fifties thought for a while and shook her head,

"Yang Minghui, it seems that there is no such person. I remember that there was a tenant named Yang Yue who specialized in renting houses for almost three years."

Mo Xiaoqing and Old Tan looked at each other and understood that this Yang Yue might be the person they were looking for.

Mo Xiaoqing asked quickly: "Auntie, where is she now?"

"She has moved out."

"When did she move out?"

"Just in the first half of the month. But I have never rented out this house. If you want to see it, I can give you the key to open the door." Auntie added.

Since the person has already run away, but the room still needs to be checked, so Lao Tan nodded and followed the aunt to the room 1001.

Unexpectedly, this auntie did not walk into the tenth building, but walked to the opposite side, where there were only one-story tile houses.

After the auntie led them through the dark doorway, they went down a little slope on the left, and there was actually a large space behind, all of which were low houses connected to each other.

Mo Xiaoqing finally understood why they had been searching for so long but couldn't find Room 1001, because this room was not in the building at all, but in an illegal building opposite the building.

The old woman led them to the door of Room 1001, handed them the key to open the door, and said to them, "This is it. The rent here is cheap, and there is a private basement, which is very popular with students and art students.

I heard that this tenant is good at painting."

Mo Xiaoqing and Lao Tan walked straight in. The very simple furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust. Mo Xiaoqing and the others searched around the room and found no useful clues.

The room was very clean and there were no personal belongings, so they had to go down to the basement.

They went downstairs, and the aunt who followed them turned on the light. Mo Xiaoqing was immediately surprised. This basement turned out to be a studio.

There were a lot of big paintings inside, and some were hung on the wall. A closer look showed that it was hideous and terrifying.

Mo Xiaoqing couldn't help but feel her heart beating.

The aunt behind her couldn't help but say, "Oh my God, is this a painting? It's so scary. Is this a painting of the devil?

No wonder I wanted to go to his basement to take a look when I was collecting rent before, but he refused. Oh, I really don't understand the aesthetics of young people now. Is this the kind of painting that artists paint?"

Mo Xiaoqing walked carefully to the painting and looked at the signature on the lower right corner. She was immediately surprised to find that there was a big K written on the signature under each painting.

After taking a closer look at the style of these paintings, it was obvious that they were very similar to the styles of the paintings they found in Zhao Hong's bedroom, and the handwriting of the signatures was also the same.

Lao Tan also noticed it, and turned to ask the aunt directly, "Excuse me, have you seen him when he lived here? Do you have any impression or photos of him, or some information that can prove his identity?"

Lao Tan was excited, because the paintings in the room they were looking for were very useful clues that could advance the progress of the case investigation.

"Don't mention it, I think this is so strange. When he came to rent the house, he was wearing a mask and a hat, and I only saw his eyes.

When I signed the contract with him, I wanted his ID registration information, but he refused, but I insisted that I must have his ID information before I could rent to him.

In the end, he still gave me his ID information. "

Mo Xiaoqing asked quickly, "He only gave you his ID information, but didn't give you a copy of his ID, right?

Auntie, where is the contract he signed at that time? Can you find it and show it to us now?"

The auntie happily agreed: "Okay, then I will go back to the room and find it for you. You wait for me in this room first."