The elevator has arrived.
It is easy to find out the room number where the six gangsters lived. The house is rented, and more specific information needs to be found out.
A policeman stepped forward and pried open the door. Several policemen behind him rushed in with guns. They quickly found that there was no one in the house and no dangerous items were found.
Everyone put away their guns and began to look around the house.
At first glance, you would never imagine that this is a house where a group of perverted killers live.
The living room is spacious and elegantly and comfortably furnished. Yes, that’s the feeling, elegant and comfortable. Light warm colors, fabric sofa, tea table and tea sets, the water in the cup is still a little warm. There is a TV and a bookcase, which contains novels, miscellaneous notes, psychology books, etc.
You Mingxu even saw a row of Yin Feng's books, some of which were old and some were new. She took one and flipped through it. Yin Feng walked over to her, took it and looked at it. You Mingxu said: "Are they studying you?"
Yin Feng threw the book back on the table and said, "Who knows? Maybe he just reads. After all, my book is very good."
You Mingxu rolled his eyes at him.
There was a pair of calligraphy hanging on the wall, which read: All good is dead, all evil is practiced.
The handwriting is vigorous, neat and majestic. No signature.
You Mingxu and Yin Feng looked at the calligraphy for a while, looked at each other, and said nothing.
This is probably the largest apartment in the community, covering more than 200 square meters. On one side of the living room is the kitchen, public bathroom and a gym. You Mingxu entered the kitchen first and unexpectedly found a pot of soup cooking on the fire. There were some dishes washed in the sink. I opened the refrigerator and there was some food, fruits and vegetables inside.
There was a form posted on the wall next to the refrigerator with three big words written on it: “Duty Roster”.
Below are the names or nicknames for each day of the week.
Lao Gu, Cao Tou, Da Zui, Wen Ge...
The handwriting is a bit ugly, but you can tell that the person who wrote it tried hard to write neatly.
You Mingxu looked at everything in the kitchen, inexplicably stunned.
Yin Feng came to her side again without her knowing.
You Mingxu said: "Are they living their lives?" Who would have thought that in the "home" of a group of killers, one would see such neat and even warm daily details.
Yin Feng replied: "I didn't expect that they still have a life."
These words were quite meaningful. You Mingxu glanced at him and felt that his expression looked even more indifferent than usual.
The gym has a treadmill, several strength training machines, and a boxing sandbag. This is in line with You Mingxu's expectations. Any gangster never neglects continuous physical training. So, as police officers, how can they not torture themselves? If you are lazy, the criminals are more diligent than you and will defeat you in no time.
The first bedroom has a cool and simple tone, with a bed, a wardrobe and a desk. The bed was neatly made, and there were a few men's clothes and a pair of leather shoes hanging in the closet. Nothing special.
There is a piece of glass on the table, and there are photos under the glass.
All belong to the same woman, and a little girl. The woman was in her thirties and the little girl looked about seven or eight years old. They appear to be a mother and daughter, and they look very happy in several photos. There are also photos that were obviously cut from a group photo. The edges are not neat and the corner of another person's black clothes can be seen.
There was a small empty space under the glass, and a faint mark was left on the table. It was obvious that the photo that was originally placed here had been taken away. The glass was also a little crooked, and the person who took the photos was in a hurry.
You Mingxu understood at a glance that they left in a hurry and he didn't know who the person living in the room was. He only had time to take a photo.
In a corner of the table, there is a small, very old puppy doll. You Mingxu noticed that in one of the photos, the little girl was holding the same doll.
"It seems that he has lost the most important thing." Yin Feng said in her ear, "He will always live in remembrance."
"That's not a reason for him to do evil." You Mingxu said calmly and turned to leave the house.
Yin Feng looked at her back, smiled, and followed her.
As soon as he walked into the second room, You Mingxu was stunned.
The walls are covered with photos.
Her photo.
Yin Feng took a glance and his face suddenly turned cold.
You Mingxu walked closer, looked at the photos, and suppressed the chill in his heart. She didn't even know when these photos were taken. The way she walked out of the house; the way she and Yin Feng stood in front of the car; and the way she was secretly photographed from a distance, she was standing in the police station office, drinking a cup of tea; she was eating in a small restaurant...
There are at least forty or fifty of them.
The two looked at each other in silence for a while. You Mingxu turned her head to look elsewhere, and Yin Feng stood in front of her. She looked up and saw Yin Feng's hand on her neck, squeezing it gently.
You Mingxu: "What for?"
There seemed to be some dark light flowing in Yin Feng's eyes. After pinching it for a while, he put down his hand and said coldly: "He is good at making trouble. He wants to disgust us even after his death."
This "he" naturally refers to Gu Tiancheng.
You Mingxu didn't say anything. He turned his head and looked at the table. There were a pile of medicine bottles lying all over the table, some with the lids open. There were also some pills scattered on the table, revealing how painful and disoriented the man was when he was ill.
There was a folder on the table. When You Mingxu opened it, he was stunned.
It's a pencil sketch. The painter obviously has some skills and the painting is very similar. You can tell at a glance that it is her. She was wearing the same windbreaker and pants she wore in Tibet, short boots, her long hair was loose, and she was carrying a bag. The expression is also drawn vividly, with cold eyebrows and eyes, a faint smile and a hint of arrogance.
There was a man standing next to her.
He was a man who felt both familiar and unfamiliar to You Mingxu.
Judging from his appearance and figure, it was Gu Tiancheng. But he was wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase. His expression was also different, he was smiling and looked cheerful, his eyes looking at the woman next to him.
Two people stand together.
You Mingxu threw the sketchpad back on the table and prepared to leave with an expressionless face. Yin Feng put his arm around her waist and bent down to give her a big kiss on the face. You Mingxu pushed him away, but only saw his dark eyes. He didn't say anything, and You Mingxu didn't want to talk to him either. What kind of place was this? Was he kissing her madly?
She turned and left.
Yin Feng stood where he was, touched his lips, and then looked coldly at the painting on the table. After all, it was a piece of evidence, and reason restrained his strong urge to tear it up. He recalled the soft touch of her face when he kissed her just now, and his heart was moved. He couldn't help but laugh, and looked at the painting on the table again. What else could he get besides painting that person? He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked out.
The owner of the third room is a studious person. There were only books in the room besides the bed. The table was piled with books, as was the floor. Novels, biographies, popular science, mathematics, geography, magazines, military...all kinds of books are available. There are even several notebooks filled with excerpts.
When Xu Mengshan saw this, he was surprised and asked, "Could this be a top student?"
You Mingxu also felt the same way. It’s true, normal people are the same. Every pervert has his own perverted way of living.
Yin Feng on the side said, "On the contrary, he is a poor student. A top student would not be like this."
You Mingxu and Xu Mengshan both looked at him. There's no way, Yin Feng definitely has more say in this matter than them.
But it was in the drawer of this pseudo-nerd that a stack of photos was found. Some of the photos are old and yellowed, while others are new. There is a man in each photo, and a big cross is drawn on each man’s head with a red pen.
This is a very important clue.
You Mingxu's face changed slightly, and he called Xu Mengshan and others. After passing the photos around, no one could recognize who the people in the photos were. At most, some people felt that they looked familiar, so they had to take the photos back to the police station.
The search for the house is nearing its end.
However, this place was different from what all the police had imagined.
This was their first encounter with a perverted killer organization. In their imagination, those people's lairs should be dark, dirty, bloody, and full of perversion. The police would not be surprised even if they saw dead bodies or body parts.
Who would have thought that, apart from some photos, books, and sketches that revealed some slightly paranoid details, this place looks extremely normal, with people drinking tea, cooking, and making soup, and doing cleaning and fitness on duty. The room is clean and bright, and life is regular and healthy. They hid their love in the room and looked at it day by day and month by month.
When leaving the house, You Mingxu walked out of the entrance hall and suddenly turned back to look at the wall opposite the living room.
That sentence jumped into her eyes so vividly:
All good is dead, all evil is practiced.
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