Tang Butian walked into the police station.

Dark brown round-toed low-heeled leather shoes stepped on the marble. Her ankles were white and slender.

She walked into the case handling center, walked to the door of a separate small office in the back room on the right, and stretched out her hand to open the door.

Ji Feng looked up and saw her, he said: "Sit down, how is the check?"

Tang Butian put the wooden knife on Ji Feng's desk, and she sat down, "Not very good, what about you?"

"The above means that the case will be closed by suicide. The disputes between other deceased people and the company are left to them to litigate themselves. It has nothing to do with us."

Tang Butian nodded and asked, "What kind of person is Liang Hao's landlord?"

"He participated?" Ji Feng's voice contained a hint of surprise.

"Not sure."

Ji Feng took out a document from the table and handed it to Tang Butian, "This is the transcript from yesterday morning. He arrived at about ten o'clock." Ji Feng recalled the process of recording, "When he was writing the transcript, his attitude was very natural.

, he doesn’t avoid questions and doesn’t ask too many questions. He is a smart person.”

Tang Butian took the document and asked, "Where is his information?"

Ji Feng's fingers tapped on the keyboard a few times, and Jiang You's information appeared on the computer screen.

Ji Feng read Jiang You's information to Tang Butian, "Jiang You, 27 years old, Han nationality. His parents died in a car accident 6 years ago. After their death, they left him a house in Lanxinyuan..."

"Is it the one Liang Hao rented?" Tang Butian interrupted Ji Feng.

"No, it's a large apartment."

"continue."

"The car accident cost 130,000 yuan. He was in his junior year at Jinkang University at the time. After this happened, he dropped out of school. He has stayed in this city for the past few years and has never left. He is also a poor person."

"What major is he studying?"

"computer."

"What is he doing now?"

Ji Feng opened another page, "He now opens a store on Wenhua Street. By the way, he now has 3 houses and a store under his name, and the loan has been paid off."

Tang Butian's eyes lit up and she closed the note, "Where did he get the money?"

"It seems that he really earned it himself..." Ji Feng pursed his lips, "Just after completing the transfer of the house that his parents left him, he mortgaged the house, and after getting the money, he used it as a down payment

, I bought two small apartments in Lanxinyuan with loans, and then took out mortgages to buy three more small apartments and a shop..."

"How did he get the loan?"

"Five years ago, housing prices were at a low point, and bank review was relatively lax."

"What about the mortgage? How will he pay it back?"

"I have no work experience, so I guess I relied on rent and savings, etc. At that time, he had 23 credit cards. Last year, he sold three houses and paid off all the loans and credit card debts. He sold a little early.

, if we sell it now, it will double again.”

Tang Butian put the documents on the table, she stood up and picked up the wooden knife.

"Give me his address."

"Okay. No. 42 Wenfeng Road." Ji Feng looked away from the computer screen and looked at Tang Butian, "What about this case?"

"You handle it, I won't interfere."

"Understood."

Tang Butian counted the house numbers and walked to No. 42 Wenfeng Road.

She raised her head. There was a plaque hanging on the door. On it were two official script characters in black letters on a white background - Chongwu. There was a flower stand on the left side of the door, with two rows of sunflowers blooming in the sunshine.

She held the wooden knife in her hand, walked through the yard and walked into the shop.

clean.

This was her first impression of the Bug House.

Extraordinarily clean.

About forty square meters. Very spacious.

There was only one customer in the store, an artistic young woman with braids, a linen shirt and an indigo skirt. She was sitting at the long table in the middle of the store, lowering her head and writing a postcard.

There is a half-drunk cup of milk tea on hand.

There are two transparent storage boxes on the long table, which contain colored pens, seals, glue and other stationery for writing postcards. There are seven or eight small round chairs stuffed under the long table. When you need to use them, just pull them out.

come out.

There were shelves on both sides, and postcards were placed according to different themes. Tang Butian pretended to be a customer, picked 3 postcards, took them in his hands, and then slowly moved forward along the shelves.

The counter is at the very back. There is a cash register and a blue-patterned porcelain bowl on it. The bowl contains a lot of sugar. In the trash can next to the counter, there is an empty Coke bottle and some candy wrappers.

Tang Butian walked to the shelf on the other side and continued to look.

Halfway through watching, she heard footsteps coming downstairs.

The door next to the counter was pushed open and Jiang You walked out.

He is not very tall, about 1.73 to 1.76 meters tall. He is slightly fat and has a short round face.

Wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Wearing a loose red and white striped T-shirt, beige trousers and a pair of brown slippers.

He sat down on the chair behind the counter, reached out and took a yellow gummy candy from the sugar bowl, peeled off the candy wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

Tang Butian glanced at him and then withdrew her gaze, continuing to pretend to focus on picking out postcards.

The artistic young woman wrote the postcard, affixed the stamps, and walked to the counter with the postcard, "Remember to send it to me in two years."

Jiang You took the postcard and put it into a large leather envelope. "Don't worry. I will definitely receive it."

"How much?"

"thirty."

The artistic young woman took out her mobile phone, scanned the payment QR code in front of the counter, and completed the payment.

After the artistic young woman left, Tang Butian turned around and walked up to Jiang You.

She put the postcard in her hand on the counter.

"Have you checked out? Why don't you write something down..."

"You live on the second floor?" Tang Butian interrupted him.

Jiang You was stunned for a moment, "Yes, it's on the second floor."

"Take me up there to take a look?"

Jiang You narrowed his eyes and looked at her, "Who are you?"

Tang Butian took out his police officer ID card from his bag and opened it.

"Tangjiang City Public Security Bureau, special..." Jiang You's tone rose, "Special Incident Division, First Class Superintendent, Tang Butian?"

He looked at Tang Butian's dress.

Wearing a white shirt, a dark blue pleated skirt, a brown envelope satchel, and holding a wooden machete in his left hand.

"Little girl, are you doing a cosplay? If you are caught forging a police officer ID, you will be detained or given a warning."

Tang Butian snorted softly. She took a big step forward and swung her machete forward. Jiang You subconsciously leaned back. Tang Butian opened the drawer on the counter and took out a drawer with his index and middle fingers.

Plastic bag.

Jiang You's expression turned serious.

Tang Butian opened her satchel again and took out a labeled plastic bag, which also contained a lock of black hair.

She held up two plastic bags and walked up to Jiang You, "I found them from the window where Liang Hao jumped from the building."

"Are you an adult?" Jiang You glanced at Tang Butian's chest.

"What do you mean?"

"The top is my bedroom. If I take an underage girl up there, I will feel a little psychological pressure."
Chapter completed!