Skilled in managing a house

Zhennan District Patrol Head Office.

In the office of Detective Song Feng of the Crime Unit.

Zhang Yu and Song Feng have now arrived here from Song Feng's home. The two of them sat behind the desk and looked at the computer display screen.

On the screen is information about music professor Zhuo Wei.

At the top is a photo. Zhuo Wei looks to be fifty years old. He has a slicked back hair and looks very energetic and aura. Zhuo Wei has an oval face and very fair skin. When he was young, he was definitely a typical pretty boy. It's just because he's getting older that he looks a little vicissitudes of life, but he still can't hide his handsome character. There was a bit of a bookish look on his face, a bit like a weak scholar with no strength to restrain himself.

Looking at the information below, I am 54 years old this year, and my resume is also very impressive. However, my resume when I was young was very simple, that is, I studied music abroad.

While Zhang Yu was looking at the information, he muttered, "Zhuo Wei... Zhuo Wei... Zhuo Wei..."

Every time he murmured, the tone was a little different, which made Song Feng confused.

Song Feng couldn't help but ask: "Why are you repeating his name so much?"

"Look at his name..." Zhang Yu pointed to the word "Zhuo Wei" on the screen.

"What happened to his name?" Song Feng asked a little puzzled.

"Remove the fire from the word "Wei" and combine the two words together to see." Zhang Yu said slowly.

"Remove the fire...combine the two characters together...the Korean character...it's only half a horizontal line...it's just a Korean character!" At the end of the sentence, Song Feng shouted suddenly.

"That's right!" Zhang Yu said solemnly.

"Mr. Han...he is Mr. Han..." Song Feng was obviously excited and clenched his fists tightly. But after a moment, he added: "You said Mr. Han has silver hair, but his hair is black..."

"Maybe he's wearing a wig..." Zhang Yu said.

"It's not impossible..." Song Feng pointed and there was a record of Zhuo Wei's address in the following content. Song Feng said: "His home is at No. 12, Nanhu Villa District, let's go now!"

Zhang Yu had decided to go to Zhuo Wei's home before, but the address of Zhuo Wei's home was not written in A Luo's diary. Therefore, we can only go to the patrol main room to check.

For such a celebrity, the patrol chief room definitely has detailed information.

"We can go together, but at most you will be sent outside the villa area. You are not allowed to go in with me and take risks." Zhang Yu said seriously.

"Brother, what you said makes me sweat a little. To be honest, I usually say this to others, and no one has ever said such a thing to me. You are the first." Song Feng replied Looking at Zhang Yu, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In fact, Song Feng himself also understood that compared with Zhang Yu, his abilities were much inferior. I am just a serious case patrol officer, and at most I have good skills. If I were to deal with those heretics, I would obviously not be enough.

Zhang Yu laughed "haha" and said: "We each have our own strengths. Dealing with people like this is my strength. Just let me be the first to eat crabs."

After saying that, he stood up directly, a little impatient and wanted to leave immediately.

Song Feng smiled, stood up, and said, "Even if I don't want you to be your driver, I can't help you... Apart from being your driver, I probably can't help you with anything else. It's good if I don't become a burden..."

He is quite open-minded and can make his own jokes. The two of them cherished each other and seemed to have known each other for a long time. After they hit it off, Song Feng didn't treat Zhang Yu as an outsider. It can even be said that he saw a trace of A Luo in Zhang Yu, and unconsciously regarded Zhang Yu as A Luo's substitute and his good friend.

The two of them left the office together, went downstairs and got into Song Feng's car, driving towards the Nanhu Villa area where Zhuo Wei lived.

They are all in the Zhennan District, and the Nanhu Villa District is a little further away, but we got there within an hour. Arriving outside the villa area, Zhang Yu asked Song Feng to park the car and drive away first, while he went in first. If anything happens, wait until he comes out before contacting you.

Song Feng was self-aware and nodded in agreement. Zhang Yu walked into the villa area alone and rushed towards Villa No. 12.

It was late at night, and Zhang Yu moved quickly. Following the villa numbers, he found Villa No. 12 in a short time.

The villa is a private courtyard. There are two rooms with lights on and curtains covering them. From the outside, it is impossible to tell whether there is anyone inside.

It is recorded in A Luo's diary that when no one was in Zhuo Wei's house, the lights were always on in two rooms at night. He didn't know what this meant. But I guess it was because I was a little scared after being robbed by a thief once, so I had to act like there was someone at home.

Zhang Yu didn't have time to think so much. He wanted to see if this Zhuo Wei was a silver-haired man and whether he was Mr. Han. Zhang Yu knew in his heart that if Zhuo Wei were an ordinary person, it would be absolutely impossible to find him entering the villa.

The villa has three floors, but the third floor is a loft. Zhang Yu climbed into the yard easily. Arriving under the villa, Zhang Yu chose the second-floor terrace with black lights. He jumped up and grabbed the railing. He turned over and was on the terrace.

But when he took a closer look, Zhang Yu was dumbfounded. Just as A Luo recorded, Zhuo Wei's house was now a window, all pressed against the guardrail. There are windows and doors on the terrace. There are guardrails inside the glass doors and guardrails inside the glass windows. Installing guardrails on windows is understandable, but what does it mean to install guardrails on doors? Don't you even plan to go to the rooftop to see it?

Zhang Yu lay on the glass and looked inside. It looks like a tea room inside, with tatami mats on the floor and a round table in the middle, with tea sets probably placed on it. The furnishings are all antique and have a bit of that flavor.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Yu thought that although he had the ability to break open the guardrail, it was a bit inappropriate to do so. It's so blatant.

He simply jumped down again, came to the door of the villa, took out a pin from his pocket, and put it into the keyhole. The lock of this villa is really not an ordinary lock, it requires some effort. There is no lock that cannot be opened. It took Zhang Yu three minutes to finally open the lock.

Open the door and enter the house. Inside is the entrance hall. The lights are turned off and it is dark.

Zhang Yu raised his feet and stepped down gently, and walked slowly inside, and he was careful. In addition to observing the general situation around him with his eyes, he also used his mind to see if there was any movement here.

"Huh?" Zhang Yu unexpectedly discovered that there seemed to be faint music coming from the second floor. The sound was so soft that Zhang Yu couldn't tell whether it was playing or singing.

"There is someone at home..." Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, but he did not go upstairs directly. Instead, he observed on the first floor. The large living room, kitchen, servant's room, and an entry-level garage on the first floor were all normal. There was nothing wrong. question. There was a car parked in the garage, and it looked like someone was at home.

Naturally, Zhang Yu would not give up easily and followed him up to the second floor. There were six rooms in total on the second floor. The lighted room was the top room on the left and the adjacent room.

The room where the music is coming from happens to be the one with the head on the left. When I went up to the second floor, I could hear it more clearly. It was the sound of pipa playing.

Zhang Yu also knows music, and even knows a lot. He can already recognize that this is a very rare pipa song - White Clothes Crossing the River.