Young detective case book

"Master Yuchen, it's me." A familiar voice came from the receiver, but it wasn't Su Bohan.

"Uncle Song?" Ou Yuchen was surprised and became nervous all of a sudden, "Why did you use this number to call me? Is it because of Grandpa's illness..." He didn't continue.

"No, don't worry, the master is fine, the nurse took him for a checkup." Uncle Song dragged his unhurried tone and said in his usual respectful and polite tone, "I have something, I think it is necessary to tell him You just said it, and I called you."

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"It's like this. More than two hours ago, Mr. Ji Jiaze from the Home of Love called the master." Song Bo said.

I didn't expect that bastard to move so fast.

Ou Yuchen's heart skipped a beat, but he asked calmly, "What did grandpa say?"

Uncle Song seemed to be a little hesitant, he paused for a while, and then answered unhurriedly: "Master taught Mr. Ji a few words, and told him about Su's family, there is no need to bother outsiders.

As for Boyu, it has been handed over to you. Of course, all affairs are entirely up to you. "

"Yeah." Ou Yuchen responded casually, he knew that if it was just like this, Uncle Song would not call Su Bohan when he was not around.

Sure enough, Uncle Song went on to say: "After hanging up the phone, the master was in a bad mood, and even lost his temper with the nurse and spilled the medicine."

"It's okay," Ou Yuchen said calmly, "When things settle down here, I'll take the time to go to LA and explain clearly to Grandpa face to face."

"It's good that you know it in your heart." Song Bo said.

Putting the receiver back to its original place, Ou Yuchen fell into deep thought. He knew Su Bohan's temperament very well. He was a stubborn person who was almost paranoid. It was difficult to change what he believed in, and of course he would not be easily provoked.

However, suspicion is like a seed, and it is not a good thing to bury it. If you are not careful, it may grow into a towering tree.

So if there is a chance, you still have to clean it up first, so as not to leave future troubles.

With a plan in mind, he temporarily put this matter behind him.

***

Early in the morning, a baby's body was sent.Obviously, no one is in a good mood.Throughout the day, the atmosphere at home was quite depressing.

Su Ye nestled in his room, looking through the documents one after another, his eyes hurting from reading, and he never came out except for meal time.

Compared with him, Ou Yuchen was much calmer. During dinner, he even joked with Sister Lan casually.

Suye remained silent as usual, hurriedly finished the dinner, put down the chopsticks, got up and went back to the room without making a sound.

Ou Yuchen was the only one left, and he found it quite boring to do anything.

He knew that Suye was worrying about his own affairs, and of course it was not easy to drag him to relieve his boredom, so he touched his nose and went back to the room.

Pull out Marquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude" from the bookcase and prepare to use it to pass the time.

The rain outside the window eased up for a while, then picked up the pace again.

Rainwater trickled down the glass windows.The room is dimly lit and ambiguous.

Not wanting to hurt his eyes, Ou Yuchen turned on the bedside lamp and slowly looked through while lying on the bed.

Compared to the terrible weather, the interior is so quiet and peaceful, perfect for concentrating

Many people said that this book was difficult to understand, but Ou Yuchen liked it very much, and occasionally read it in his spare time.

He likes the grand and grand background, the fantastic and treacherous plot setting, the bloody and cruelty, and the consistent word "loneliness" in the book.

He especially appreciates a passage in the book: "The past is all false, memory is a road with no return, all the past springs cannot be recovered, even the most fanatical and steadfast love is, in the final analysis, just a kind of fleeting love. In reality, only loneliness is eternal."

Flipping through page by page slowly, Ou Yuchen was soon immersed in the sea of ​​familiar words.

When he closed the book a little tiredly and rubbed his sore eyes, he suddenly realized that he was so engrossed in reading that it was past nine o'clock before he knew it, and it was his usual sleep time.

No wonder he was a little tired, so he put the book on the bedside table casually, went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, turned off the light when he came back, and lay down on the bed ready to sleep.

Whether it was the baby girl's body that was sent, Ji Jiaze's threat, or Song Bo's phone call to inform him, none of them affected his mood.

He has always believed that hurting himself because of other people's words and deeds is the most stupid and undesirable.

So he fell asleep very quickly, and his sleep was quite deep, without even having a dream.

***

It was nearly midnight.

In late autumn in the north, the temperature at night is almost as low as winter, especially when it rains endlessly.

The water droplets falling from the sky seem to be frozen ice beads, with a biting coolness.

Holding a black umbrella, I stood on the deserted street, standing in the thick darkness, surrounded by the rustling rain.

I was shivering with cold, my head was still hurting, and my knee joints were also hurting. Every time I took a step, my bones rubbed against each other, and I screamed—"creak" as if protesting.

This is a remote, deep alley with no street lights.

The tube building on the opposite side is old, dilapidated and disheveled.

In the dark, like a huge, dirty cuboid trash can.

From the street not far away, there was the sharp and piercing sound of car horns, as well as the barren music from the advertising box... Gradually, these noisy and noisy sounds disappeared.

The lights in the opposite Tongzilou also went out one by one.

I know it's time.

After closing the umbrella, he limped into the unit door with only half of it left.

It was dark and dark in the stairwell, so I put on my flashlight.

Although there is a voice-activated light, I dare not disturb it, lest the loud movement will attract the attention of others.

The corridor is very narrow, and the wall next to it has large pieces that have fallen off and been repaired.

Blue-gray concrete, like a dog skin plaster, is stuck to the dirty and dirty walls.

Dragging my uncontrollable feet, I tried my best to keep my spirits up. I walked cautiously and slowly, like a cat, until I reached the third floor and stood in front of the gray-blue anti-theft iron door on the right. .

He took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and with the light of the flashlight, he found a square brass key.The weather was too cold, and my fingers were numb from the cold. After inserting it several times, I barely inserted it into the keyhole.Tentatively twisting to the right twice, with a bang, the anti-theft door opened.

Fumbled a few times on the wall at the entrance, found the light switch, and pressed it with a "snap".

The bright lights suddenly streamed out.

This house is one of Ji Jiaze's many properties.

I know that if he hadn't gone to the Municipal Committee to attend the CPPCC meeting today, if it hadn't been raining all the time, he wouldn't have stayed here nearby, but would have returned to the Home of Love.

Then, I have no chance to do it.

Therefore, everything can only be said to be God's will.

Passing through the entrance is the living room, which is completely different from the old appearance.

The living room is quite warm and comfortable, with a warm beige tone as a whole, and it is kept spotlessly clean.

There is a bar in the corner, and there are various expensive red wines on the display racks.

Well, Ji Jiaze is a person who indulges in pleasure, and he will never treat himself badly.

As far as I know, he likes the best cars, the most expensive wine and the most beautiful and sexy women.

In view of his identity as the head of the orphanage, it is inconvenient to drive a good car, it is too conspicuous.

Hiding at home, you can drink high-end wine casually, and no one can see it anyway.

Women are also secretly raising five or six-and they are being eliminated and updated anytime, anywhere.

In this regard, he also has the bad roots that many men have, and he likes the new and dislikes the old very quickly.

Next to the bar is a row of beige Italian leather sofas. In front of the sofa is a glass coffee table with a half bottle of Bordeaux red wine and a tall wine glass.

Looking at them, I smiled with satisfaction.

After passing the living room, I went directly to the master bedroom on the left, pressed the light switch on the wall, and immediately had a clear view of the interior.

The bedroom was also spacious with a small fridge, TV and computer.

Ji Jiaze was in the shape of a "big", lying flat on the bed motionless, with his mouth open, snoring, and making a strange sound like when the valve core of a bicycle was pulled out. .

He is a thin, tall, middle-aged man, about 190 centimeters, with thick chest hair, dark and foreign.

Two thin long legs, shamelessly spread apart.

He only wore a pair of briefs all over his body, and there was a layer of white dead skin on the soles of his feet, like a snake that was shedding its skin. It could be seen that he was suffering from severe athlete's foot.

I took off the backpack and put it on the bedside table. I opened it, first took off the black wool gloves, put them in the backpack, and then took out a pair of unopened rubber gloves from inside.

When doing bad things, you can't wear woolen gloves, they will leave fibers, that is, leave clues.

I tore open the packing bag, put on rubber gloves, and took out a light green surgical gown like that worn by surgeons from my backpack, and put it on. I don't want to get my clothes dirty later.

While fastening the belt of the surgical gown, he looked around the room.

In the end, I settled on a corner refrigerator that was exactly the height I wanted.

Unplug the refrigerator and push it three or four meters away from the bed.

I then rummaged through my backpack, found the camera, adjusted the angle, and placed it on the refrigerator.

Then open the lens cover and press the automatic recording button.

The rope is also pre-prepared, it is the common multi-strand plastic rope, very strong and tough.

Using a rope, carefully tie Ji Jiaze's hands and feet to the railings at the head and end of the bed respectively.

The tie was not tight, so the sleeping man, without noticing it at all, was still snoring rhythmically.

I'm not worried that he will break free after a while, even if he is not a skinny man, but a very strong man, there is no way to break free.

Because I tied a very special sailor's slippery knot, and the more I struggled, the tighter it became.