Chapter 168 Breaking the Door
After Jiang Biao arrived at Guanglan Street, he stood on the curb and looked around. There was a residential area on each of the north and south sides of this east-west road.
The community on the south side is newer, which can be seen from the style of the community gate.
On the north side is an old residential area with a narrow gate. There are many bicycles parked at the door, and a group of old men are chatting.
Jiang Biao thought about it, turned and walked towards the community in the north.
He stood at the gate of a community called Chengxi Second Village and was stunned for a moment, because there was not even an old man guarding the gate of the community. To be more precise, there was not even a guard room, and there was no one to supervise people coming in and out.
He immediately thought of Qian Hongxing, who had just donated twenty mobile phones to the Municipal Bureau, and began to wonder if he had made a wrong judgment. The boss's driver shouldn't live here, right?
But since he was already here, he might as well go and ask. After finding out the location of the neighborhood committee, Jiang Biao checked the time and rushed over immediately.
He knew very well that at this time, the neighborhood committee might be empty. If he went any later, he wouldn't be able to find anyone.
Fortunately, Jiang Biao met the last staff member who was about to "leave work early" at the door of the neighborhood committee.
The staff member who was originally very unhappy with this big uninvited guest immediately changed his expression after seeing the ID that Jiang Biao presented.
However, he had no impression of the name Liu Jianshe mentioned by Jiang Biao, and when he asked him for the tenant registration information form of the community, he didn't have it.
Jiang Biao was feeling helpless in the face of this neighborhood committee staff member who knew nothing about anything, when he suddenly had an idea. He remembered that Zhou Yi had compared the Santana of the Third Brigade with Qian Hongxing's Audi.
I quickly asked if anyone in the community drove an Audi.
Originally, he was just trying his luck, but he didn't expect the other party to nod immediately and say, "Yes, yes, yes, now that you mention it, it really is there. After all, not many families in our neighborhood have cars, and it's such a nice car at that."
Jiang Biao was suddenly delighted. He didn't expect that he had guessed it right. He thought that with the conditions in this community, people might not be easy to recognize, but cars would definitely be noticed.
After all, Liu Jianshe has been Qian Hongxing's driver for several years, and he must drive this car back often.
"Oh, I just don't understand why someone who can afford such a nice car would come to rent a house in our community." The uncle from the neighborhood committee had envy and confusion in his eyes.
Jiang Biao directly asked the other party which building and unit he lived in, and then asked the uncle not to leave in case he had any other information he needed to find him.
Unexpectedly, the uncle said unhappily, "I still have to go buy groceries. How long can I wait for you?"
Jiang Biao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He just glared at him and said, "You're off work now, so go buy some groceries!"
Then he turned and left.
The uncle was startled by him and was in a dilemma for a moment. In the end, he could only shout at Jiang Biao who was walking away: "Then...then you have to come back soon."
Jiang Biao came to the house number mentioned by the uncle from the neighborhood committee. He first looked at the rusty green iron mailbox at the entrance of the corridor. The mailboxes in this kind of community are basically old and deformed, and the lock is just for decoration and opens with a pull.
Jiang Biao opened the mailbox of Room 402 where Liu Jianshe lived. On top was a stack of advertisements for infertility and men's hospitals. Below was a water bill that was printed three days ago. Below that were various other advertisements.
At the bottom of the mailbox, there was a letter. The recipient was Mr. Liu Jianshe, but it should not be an individual letter because the envelope was printed by a wedding company and had the company's logo on it.
Jiang Biao did not open it, but just touched it first. Judging from its thickness, it did not look like a single piece of paper, but something like a printed booklet.
Jiang Biao put the letter in his pocket, closed the mailbox and went upstairs.
The corridor is very dilapidated, and almost half of it is filled with debris. It has a four-household structure with one staircase. The houses on the left and right sides are larger, while the two in the middle are smaller.
Jiang Biao went up to the fourth floor and came to the door of No. 402.
He stood to the side outside the door, his body pressed against the wall, reached into his arms and took out a pistol, and knocked on the door with the other hand.
This posture is a habit he developed when he was an armed police officer. When facing a criminal suspect who threatens with violence, knocking on the door in this way is the safest way to prevent the criminal suspect from suddenly shooting from behind the door.
Many doors are made of boards and filling materials. They look strong, but in fact they are extremely fragile in the face of homemade guns.
And every seemingly trivial thing is actually a lesson learned through blood and tears.
But after a long time, there was no movement in the room.
Jiang Biao knocked on the door again, but there was still no response.
Just as he was about to knock on the door again, the door of 403 next door opened.
A woman in her sixties leaned halfway out, glared at Jiang Biao and said, "Why are you knocking? If you keep knocking, I'll call the police. It's so noisy!"
Jiang Biao was not Chen Yan, so easy to talk to. He walked over with a towering figure, took out his ID and said, "I am a police officer."
The old lady was startled, but her attitude softened considerably. She complained, "Finally, you police officers are here. This family's been making so much noise, and no one's doing anything about it."
Jiang Biao frowned, realizing something was wrong, and asked, "When did you hear the sound?"
"Just last night, I was watching TV when the noise from next door suddenly became unbearable."
"What kind of sound is it exactly?"
The aunt rolled her eyes and said, "How would I know? If they are noisy, I will just turn up the volume on the TV. Otherwise, how can I hear them clearly?"
"Did you notice anything besides the sound?"
The aunt thought for a moment and said, "It seems like two people came out from next door and went downstairs."
"Do you remember exactly when?"
"I remember, I remember. It was the White Snake commercial at 8:25. I watched it every day. I remember it clearly."
"Oh no!" Jiang Biao suddenly felt something was wrong and said to the aunt, "Auntie, go back to your room and watch TV. If there's any noise, don't come out. Okay?"
The old lady was startled, but when she looked at the tall policeman in front of her who was as tall as an iron tower, she quickly shrank back.
As soon as she closed the door, the old lady realized that something might have happened. She said to herself nervously, "Oh, is someone dead?"
Jiang Biao took out his gun, returned to the door of Room 402, took a step back, then rushed forward and knocked the door open with his shoulder.
The moment the door was broken, Jiang Biao raised his gun to be on guard, but there was no one in the house.
It was just a mess, with everything turned upside down.
This is a small one-bedroom apartment with no living room. The kitchen is right at the entrance, and inside is the bedroom, with a bathroom next to it.
Jiang Biao held the gun and quickly checked the bathroom and the room. He put away the gun only after confirming that there was no one in the entire house.
He closed the door of Room 402 to prevent people like the aunt next door who wanted to watch the fun from showing up and destroying the scene.
Judging from the fact that the room and kitchen were turned upside down, it was certain that the noise the aunt heard was most likely this.
Moreover, Jiang Biao discovered that there were obvious signs of fighting at the scene, and also found a little blood.
It is very likely that someone fought with Liu Jianshe in the house, and injured and subdued Liu Jianshe.
But judging from the bloodstains found at the scene, Liu Jianshe was at least not dead at that time.
But there was no one in the room, which meant that he had probably been taken away.
The question is, what exactly are the people who took him away looking for?
When Jiang Biao knocked on the door earlier, he noticed the door lock was in good condition. Of course, it's broken now.
This shows that the person who subdued and took Liu Jianshe away was an acquaintance.
Didn't you suspect that Liu Jianshe was an accomplice of the kidnappers? Why does the direction of things development seem a little off?
Jiang Biao was just about to take out his cell phone to report the matter to Wu Yongcheng when he suddenly noticed some noise on the stairs, as if some debris had been knocked over, but he did not hear any footsteps.
He immediately became alert; something was wrong.
He took out his pistol again, prepared to shoot, and approached the door cautiously.
Could it be that the criminals have returned?
Suddenly, the door of Room 402, which had not been closed, was gently pushed open from the outside.
The moment they came into each other's sight, both sides raised their guns and aimed at each other.
Jiang Biao immediately breathed a sigh of relief because outside the door was a middle-aged man in police uniform whom he had never seen before. It was Director Jin Lei.
But Jin Lei instantly became nervous because he had never seen Jiang Biao before, and Jiang Biao was wearing plain clothes. In addition, he was holding a gun and was tall, so it was really hard to tell whether he was a good guy or a bad guy.
"Put down your weapons and stop resisting in vain!" Jin Lei said sternly.
Jiang Biao quickly moved the gun away, raised his hands above his head and said, "I'm one of us. I'm from the Third Brigade of the Municipal Bureau. My name is Jiang Biao."
Jin Lei asked doubtfully, "Where's your ID?"
"In the left pocket of my shirt." Jiang Biao didn't move, but just pursed his lips.
"I'm warning you, don't move!" Jin Lei slowly approached with a gun in one hand, and with the other hand, he took the gun from Jiang Biao's hand and put it in his trouser pocket, then vigilantly reached out to the pocket that Jiang Biao mentioned.
Jiang Biao cooperated throughout the process. After all, the other party did a very good job. Before the identity was fully confirmed, there could be no slackness in the face of a target that posed a personal threat.
When Jin Lei touched the ID card, he felt relieved. As an old policeman with so many years of experience, he could recognize the material of the ID card just by touching it with his eyes closed.
After taking it out and taking a look, Jin Lei immediately put away the gun. "I'm sorry, brother Jiang Biao."
Jiang Biao didn't care at all. He took the gun and ID handed to him and said with a smile: "It's okay. We all do this. Being cautious is the greatest responsibility to ourselves."
Jin Lei extended his hand and said, "I'm Jin Lei, the director of the Nanhu Subdistrict Police Station. Captain Wu sent me here."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Biao immediately shook hands with the other party warmly: "You are Director Jin, I often hear Zhou Yi mention you."
Hearing this, Jin Lei's face lit up with joy: "Really? I thought this guy went to your city bureau and forgot about us old comrades."
"How could that be? He is not that kind of person."
When Jin Lei saw the situation in the room, he quickly asked, "What's going on?"
Jiang Biao briefly described his findings, and Jin Lei frowned as he listened.
After listening to this, Jin Lei couldn't help but ask, "Brother Jiang Biao, did Zhou Yi always handle such difficult cases when he was with you?"
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