Himemoto's interpretation

When she woke up, the sky was bright, Xingqi wondered why the huskies didn't crow, and after a while, she vaguely remembered that the detectives took Mr. Ha away last night.

After running up and down a few times, the studio was empty, except for the humming of the machines in the guest room on the third floor, and a labeled lunch box on the kitchen table.

The label reads: Breakfast for Rabbits.

The crooked handwriting doesn't look like a detective's handwriting.

All carrots in the lunch box - carrot shreds, carrot puree, carrot rice balls, carrot rolls.

Staring at the carrot-colored and fragrant lunch box, Xingqi listened to the gongs and drums of Wu Zang Temple, and readily admitted that she was a rabbit—anyway, in the detective’s live video, the assistant’s 3D image had already turned into a rabbit with long ears.

After breakfast, Xingqi went to the garden for a walk.

Deciding that the detective went out with the husky instead of the assistant, she opened the game, exchanged the number of steps from the previous day into game currency, and gave the detective a total of 1200 copper coins along with the check-in proceeds.

This time the commission came from the producer of "Jiangshan Wanli Tour". Xingqi unconsciously thought that maybe the detective was looking for some clues in the game.

As for the details of the detective being obsessed with the game first and accepting the commission later, Xingqi didn't take it to heart at all.

Just after exiting the game interface, the detective's message popped up on the top of the screen: No. 119, Yangshan Lane.

The map shows that No. 119 Yangshan Lane is near a river-crossing bridge in the west district of Haicheng, [-] kilometers away from the studio.

Xingqi asked: [Route 11? ]

Road 11 is an ancient stalk, referring to walking on two legs.

The detective did not return.

After packing up and preparing to go out, Xingqi received the service information from the ride-hailing software.

Half an hour later, the driver of the special car stepped on the brakes in front of a narrow alley: "We have reached the gate of the community, and there is a car in front of us blocking our way. Do you think it is okay to stop here?"

Xingqi poked her head around and saw that the off-road vehicle blocking the road looked familiar.It's detective.

"Just stop here."

No. 119 Yangshan Lane is a group dormitory area that has been demolished with a circle drawn on the wall. More than half of the seven-story dormitory buildings in six rows have been demolished, just like the ruins after the earthquake.

Going around the off-road vehicle, Xingqi saw the detective at a glance. She was standing on the pile of construction waste, looking up at a fairly complete seven-story building inside the community.

Yue received the reminder, the detective looked at the phone, then turned to face the assistant, "Wait outside."

"Why did you come here?" Xingqi asked curiously.

"Wait someone."

When the detective didn't say anything, Xingqi didn't ask any more questions, and stood at the intersection with the detective at the end of the twelfth lunar month, watching the river flow eastward.

Xingqi is used to suffering. She didn't have the control freak detective to show her what to wear when she went out. She put on the thick down jacket she hadn't seen for a long time, with the collar turned up. When she put on the hat, she didn't feel cold at all.

The detective was still wearing a formal suit that didn't fit in with this place. He wore a scarf and looked neat and slender, but he looked useless.

With the chilly wind, the detective's fair complexion was also dyed a thin layer of red, the spot on the tip of his nose was particularly eye-catching.

Xingqi wanted to ask her if she was cold, but she felt that it was not good to expose the detective like this.

"Wait for Xu Ling." Seeing that the assistant looked at him frequently, the detective took the initiative to explain.

During the most difficult period of Zhuzhisheng Studio, the founders quit the rented office and moved to work with their computers.Lu Sheng and Xu Ling moved out of the urban area where the rent was high and rented this place.

Last year's mid-autumn festival, I had a breakup meal, and the demolition notice was officially issued. Xu Ling is a freelancer and doesn't care about traffic conditions, so she found a cheap place in a remote suburb.

Lu Sheng took a fancy to the 10-minute walk to the subway entrance, and stayed with the landlord for another half a month, promising to bear all problems by himself, but did not move out immediately, and left a key for Xu Ling.

When Xingqi was also numb from the cold wind, a brand new red Beetle finally drove off the bridge ramp.

Xu Ling was wearing a fur coat with a fur collar. When she got out of the car, the collar hadn't been pulled together yet. The cold wind rushed her into her arms, and she sneezed hard. Her two slender legs wrapped in tight jeans were swinging.

Xingqi took the opportunity to ask the detective: "Are you cold?"

The detective looked at the assistant, took off the scarf and wrapped it around her neck a few times, put his hands in his pockets, "It's okay."

Xingqi: "..."

Asking if you are cold does not mean that I am cold.

The scarf was wrapped so that only the eyes were exposed, Xingqi turned her neck, the cashmere material was very soft, carrying the body temperature of a detective, sticking to the skin stiffened by the cold wind, burning hot.

"Hey, I brought you the key. Shall I go up with you?"

"Need not."

Xingqi pinched the scarf, unreasonably thinking that the detective was frozen and his words were like gold.

"Then..." Xu Ling took out the key from her small satchel, "Call me anytime if you need anything."

After getting the key, the detective and his assistant went together to the last completed seven-story building.

To say that the neighborhood is in ruins is actually a bit of an exaggeration.Haicheng has a long history of construction, and fixed-point blasting is the basic quality of every engineering team. At a glance, the area is in ruins, but the main road for passing cars and the small road for people to walk are still left.

When she got downstairs, Xingqi found that there were still residents in the building.

The third floor below was deserted, but there was at least one family on the fourth and fifth floors, and the smoke from burning coal filled the dark corridors.

Xingqi suddenly remembered the boy who stole her bus card the day before yesterday.

In the abnormally cold winter, there is no heating or air conditioning, and most of the heating depends on charcoal fire.

Climbing up to the top floor in one breath and exiting the stairs, there is a long corridor in front of you. The husky is standing on the railing at the end, looking around vigilantly.

"Mr. Ha." Xingqi yelled, and the husky opened one wing as a greeting to the assistant.

At the door at the end, the detective took out a small pack of wet wipes, wiped off the dirt around the keyhole, and handed the key to Xingqi, "Open the door."

Xingqi didn't look carefully, but roughly saw the position of the keyhole, weighed the key in her hand, and inserted it into the keyhole.

Halfway through, Xingqi felt something strange.The lock may have been out of use for too long and has rust on the inside.The teeth of the key and the lock cylinder are not quite right.

She held her breath and focused her attention on the thumb and forefinger pinching the key. The structure of the lock cylinder and the key in her hand clearly appeared in her mind.

The picture in my mind is not a specific microscopic photography, similar to talking about an apple, and I think of the shape of this fruit, or that digital brand—a subconscious image association.

Xingqi quickly found the problem, pulled out the key, inserted the key again at a slightly inclined angle, and then turned it to the right by a millimeter, first turning it counterclockwise by 15 degrees, and then turning it clockwise.

Hearing the light "click", Xingqi let out a soft breath.

This is the case with some old locks. When the locksmith didn't pay attention to the installation, or due to lack of maintenance over the years, the hinges will sink, and the lock cylinder and bolt will be slightly misaligned.

There was a spring on the door, and Xingqi took a wrong step back. At this moment, the detective held her hand, wrapped her thumb and index finger, took the key from her hand, and put it in the pocket of the windbreaker calmly.

That was not the key that Xu Ling sent all the way, but a lockpicking tool commonly known as a master key.

It only took 2 seconds for the rabbit to unlock.

If this can also be explained by magic, then the magician who taught her skills may have to be on the sensitive list of the police station.

if--

There really are so-called magicians.

Xingqi, who knew nothing about it, followed the detective into the door.

It seems that no one has lived in it for a long time. When the door is opened, the airflow drives the dust into the air.The house type is a simple one-bedroom house. From the door, you can see the kitchen on the left and the balcony of the bedroom on the right.

The two single beds in the bedroom are covered with dust covers, only two stools are placed in the living room, and the folding dining table is placed against the cabinet in the kitchen.

"How long do you think no one lives here?" The detective covered half of his face with a wet towel, turned his head and asked the assistant.

Xingqi wrinkled her nose, resisted the urge to sneeze, and did a quick mental calculation. The information she got from Xu Ling was that Lu Sheng continued for half a month, so——

"At least three or four months."

The detective didn't speak, and took out a single stick with a white handle that Xingqi hadn't seen for a long time, closed the door, and pointed to the door lock handle behind the door.

Xingqi took a closer look and saw half a fingerprint on it.

Dust tends to retain the clearest evidence.

With the reminder, Xingqi looked carefully, and there was less dust on the dust cover of the single bed on the right than on the left, and the dust on the floor was uneven in thickness.On the floor at the head of the bed, there is an irregular square area, which should be where someone left a bag not long ago.

"On the second day after receiving the letter of intent from Group A, Lu Sheng disappeared. He didn't answer the phone, and didn't reply to WeChat. The next day they went to ask their roommates, and the news they got was that she didn't reply the night before. Later, they asked the administrator to enter. In Lu Sheng's room, her wallet and ID are all in the drawer, without an ID, she cannot stay in a hotel."

Xingqi interface: "You mean, Lu Sheng came back here that night?"

"Yes."

"But..." Xing Qi couldn't help frowning.

This place has cold beds and a cold stove, and there is no furniture of any kind. Just now she tried the faucet, but it took a long time for the intermittent water to drip out.

As for the electricity, she flicked the light switch a few times, blind.

"Why?" she asked the detective.

After the new year, you will be a multi-millionaire if you sign a contract with Group A. Why do you want to come back to this place?

Looking through the weather records, the day Lu Sheng returned here, the lowest temperature was minus 5 degrees.

"I don't know." The detective put on his gloves and took off the dust cover on the other bed. The white gloves brushed against the sponge pad and got a layer of dust. "We'll be staying here tonight."

After saying this, the detective walked out the door. Xingqi suspected that she had heard wrong, and asked, "You just said you're staying here tonight?"

"Ah."

Xingqi was dumbfounded, and pointed to herself, "Including me?"

"What do you misunderstand about the word us?" The detective squinted at her, "You, me, us."

Xingqi asked: "...do you want me to go back and get the bedding?"

"No, go to the supermarket and buy disposable ones."

It wasn't until she was lying on the cold single bed that Xingqi completely gave up. She searched for several positions and found that lying on her side was the most comfortable.

The detective on the other bed was also lying on his side, facing the assistant, his eyes flickering with tiny lights.

"You said you were looking for a job close to home, and I said you'd be disappointed, remember?"

Xingqi gave a vague "hmm".

"Because we have to go to the scene often, many things, including the psychology of the parties, need to be experienced personally."

Xing Qixin said that there is no need to freeze myself into a popsicle, and besides, I don't have tens of millions of cooperation projects to sign after the end of the year.

The detective said that the way to understand Lu Sheng's mental state that night was to spread a discounted quilt from the supermarket on the sponge cushion, cover it with a blanket, and listen to the rain hitting the window sill at sub-zero degrees.

Xingqi herself was fine, her down jacket was spread out like a thick quilt, and the detective couldn't stand it anymore.

While half asleep and half awake, Xingqi heard the clinical detective cough and wondered why you made things difficult for yourself. After struggling for a while, she got up and tiptoedly covered the down jacket on the next bed.

Just as she was about to go back, the chief detective said, "Come here."