The dark rain came to an end, and the dark sky was torn apart by the sun, just like all the dark soil breeding, which was effectively sterilized and disinfected. The air was filled with the smell of mites being roasted...

Of course, it's just like it!

The potholes in the yard were left with mud, and the sunlight penetrated the rusty skylight of the ceiling, reflecting the black soles.

Xue Fei opened the building door and walked in.

The dimness in the corridor was dispelled by the sun, and the choking smoke mixed with the fragrance of vegetables was floating in the cramped corridor, and the painted walls became more and more sticky by the smoke.

The shirtless man in the corridor was holding a cigarette and sucking mist. He didn't know if he was sucking in nicotine or vegetable smoke. The women who were cooking each stood in a corridor at the door, and they were still speaking dialects in their mouths, making trouble with the neighbors next to him.

I didn't see the child running around, so I probably sent him to school early to settle down.

"I'll tell you, there was a police car at the door late last night!"

"It's not late at night. It's almost dawn. The police have entered the building. I heard it as if I was calling to kill someone. What's the body... I don't know if it's true or false!"

"Who knows, the painter and novelist who lived on the third floor were taken away!"

"There must be no one who killed people, otherwise the landlord could clean upstairs so calmly. Don't say more, beware of the rent being raised!"

"Cough~Cough~"

The sound of a man coughing silently interrupted the old ladies' interest in chatting, and he shook his eyes to remind-

The policeman in uniform appeared in the building!

The chatting sound was immediately lowered, leaving only the sound of the wok and the stir-frying spoon.

The corridor without a range hood was like a steamer, and in the smoke, Xue Fei walked over, stopped and asked, "Did you hear anything in the corridor last night?"

"No, the corridor was quiet last night, without any movement and sound, we slept very hard in the room."

The tenant who was asked answered carefully, roughly the same thing.

Very quiet and sleeping dyingly.

Xue Fei frowned and thought they didn't want to cause trouble for themselves, so they were unwilling to say more, but they didn't realize that this was a truth and a crucial clue was revealed.

Xue Fei walked upstairs and saw the landlord and aunt coming over after walking two steps. The other party was wearing an apron and a large iron basin in his hand. Inside were some tender red meat being stirred and marinated.

"Police Officer, why are you here again?" The landlord's aunt was a little annoyed. He could feel that the tenants in the building were quietly peeking here.

"I'll go to 313 again and take a look, you can follow me." Xue Fei said politely.

The landlord and aunt held the meat basin, and the sauce and gravy were still stuck on her hands. There was always a hint of hesitation and embarrassment on her face, and finally she gritted her teeth and followed.

313 in front of the door!

The iron fence security door was covered, and the disassembled lock core fell on the floor. The room seemed to be thieves and was in a mess.

Xue Fei widened his eyes and looked at the dark footprints spreading everywhere in the room. The whole room, from the bedroom to the living room, whether it is the walls, ceiling, furniture surface, and even the various debris and garbage scattered on the ground, were covered with black footprints the size of fingernails.

The dense overlapping footprints are like a dense fishing net that seeps out from the ceiling, covering the entire house.

It also seemed like there was some terrifying ghost, measuring the entire room with the soles of his feet.

The pure black footprints are light and deep, and are disorderly, but it can be roughly distinguished from the bedroom to the room. The strangest thing is that all these footprints stay by the door and do not take a step further out.

It feels like a captive ghost, limited to the area where it is active.

The dense footprints appeared on the retina. Xue Feifei felt a little numb on his scalp and his back was panicked.

"What's going on?" Xue Fei looked at the landlord and aunt.

The landlord looked in front of her in horror. When she left in front, the footprints had not yet run into the living room?

"Dirty things, there are dirty things in this room!" The older aunt originally believed in some divine things, and she was a little guilty in her heart, which made her eyes turn a little white.

"There is nothing dirty!"

Xue Fei rubbed his sore eyes hard. He was just shivering in his mind. Now that he has recovered his reason, it is naturally impossible to associate any evil sayings of ghosts.

"The shape of the foot print, the size of the fingernail, is this a seal for some kind of child's graffiti play?"

Xue Fei lay beside the wall, carefully observing a small footprint.

"There are no ghosts in the world, and everything that seems to be evil is man-made behind it!"

This is the truth that every policeman believes in, and Xue Fei is no exception. He just can't understand what the meaning of such a "thriller" is?

Is it a prank, or a purpose?!

"By the way, why was the door lock pried open? Where is the woman in the room?" Xue Fei walked around the room and found no one, only a coke bottle scattered on the bed.

Outside the corridor.

Deng Bin rushed over. He first walked around the corridor and found that the third floor had been cleaned up, some parts of the walls were repainted, and dye was sprayed on the wooden floor.

The ground is clean and spotless, and there is a strong and pungent smell of freshener in the air.

"This landlord is also worried about Chen Chao!"

Without asking, Deng Bin has basically determined the truth of the matter.

He walked to 313, glanced at the landlord who was standing at the door like a sculpture, and then his pupils suddenly shrank, staring at the scene in the room.

"Who made these messy and weird little footprints in the room?"

Deng Bin immediately determined that this was stamped with seals and other things. The question was who did it, and whether it was to highlight or cover up something?

He first ruled out the suspicion of the landlord. This person who cleaned the corridors was an expert, but if he made these weird drawings, he probably wouldn't have this imagination.

"Master, Xia Nannan is not in the house."

After checking the room, Xue Fei greeted Deng Bin, "Compared with the footprints when we left, in addition to these footprints, there were also some empty coke bottles in the bedroom, there were traces of being rummaged through the living room, and the bottom floor of the refrigerator was emptied."

"Oh, by the way, the lock was also pried open." Xue Fei added, pointing to the broken lock core on the ground.

"The meat in the refrigerator was emptied by someone else?"

Deng Bin was stunned. He looked suspiciously at the meat basin in the landlord's hand and asked coldly, "You moved the meat in the refrigerator, so did you pry this lock? When you pry the lock in, what's going on in the room? What's the situation in Xia Nannan?"

"Uh, I don't know. I didn't pried open the lock. When I came up, the house was like this!" The landlord and aunt held the meat basin and said stubbornly: "I guess Chen Chao had to move away too. It's a pity that the meat in the refrigerator was wasted. It just so happened that I wouldn't charge him for the rent, so..."

The landlord and aunt laughed twice.

Regarding lying, the landlord and aunt are deeply rooted in essence. This is the max skill she relies on for survival!
Chapter completed!