Chapter 16
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At the junction of the inner and outer windowsills, the wooden frame was covered with oil stains left behind by years of smoke and fire. And on top of the black stains, there were a few extremely unclear horizontal lines.
— — Shoe prints.
Yan Ji leaned out and carefully observed for a long time. Finally, he found traces of climbing on the fire escape ladder that clung to the outer wall of the tube-shaped apartment building.
Yan Ji motioned for Jiang Stops to wait for a moment, then made a phone call, "Hello, Old Qin …"
"Where are you?" Qin Chuan was obviously driving on the other side of the phone, and the background was very noisy, "We've already searched Fan Zhengyuan's house and came out. I'll report to you in detail when we get back to the station. The other hiding place is the Northern District's Yihong Bathhouse. I heard from my informant that you didn't go there? "
"I asked Ma Xiang to bring some people there. What's wrong?"
"Hey," Qin Chuan laughed, "You're the one who didn't want to see the 180 Hatano Yui, so don't blame me for it."
"How can a place like that …" Yan Ji glanced at Jiang Stops from the corner of his eye and suddenly felt the need to protect his personal image, so he suddenly changed the topic, "Who's Hatano Yui? Why are your thoughts so dirty?"
Qin Chuan, "…???"
"Cut the crap, I'm at Hu Weisheng's rented apartment. There's a new clue here, so come over since you're close by," Yan Ji said before Qin Chuan could answer, "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first. Come over quickly! Bye bye! "
Jiang Stops took a photo of the shoe prints and saved it. With one hand on the wall, he wanted to climb up the fire escape ladder outside the window. However, he was halfway through his clumsy movements when Yan Ji pulled him down by the shoulder and scolded, "What are you doing? Go to the back."
Yan Ji pushed Jiang Stops behind him, tightened his gloves, grabbed the window frame, and with a "hmph", he jumped out of the window and hung on the fire escape ladder without any protection. He stuck his head out to look at the roof, "F * ck!"
"Is there something?"
"This Hu guy is a talent," Yan Ji said loudly. He quickly climbed up to the rooftop and reached out to pull Jiang Stops up.
The heat-insulating felt on the rooftop had already rotted. Garbage, waste building materials, and broken pipes filled the space. The iron doors on both sides of the rooftop were mottled with rust and had long been locked up. On the edge of the rooftop, there were three illegal buildings built with bricks and iron sheets. The sound of generators humming could be heard.
"Building a small duplex on the top floor. That's quite creative. It's a pity that Hu Weisheng didn't learn to be a mason." Yan Ji walked closer to the straw hut and looked inside. He asked, "How did you think of opening the windows? Don't talk to me about intuition! "
In the evening, the typhoon was strong. Jiang Stops wrapped Yan Ji's jacket tightly with one hand and covered his mouth and nose with the other. He said in a muffled voice, "Sixth sense."
"…" Yan Ji asked, "Are you a woman?"
Jiang Stops looked back at him without any expression. His white upper eyelids were slightly red from the cold.
Yan Ji glanced at him a few times. "Alright, police flower. Stand outside. I'll go in and take a look."
There were three huts in a row. Yan Ji entered the leftmost hut. The plywood door opened with a push of his hand. The sudden explosion of dust in the room made Yan Xue cough a few times. When the dust was almost gone, he bent down and went in with the help of the light from his phone. He saw that the room was filled with junk that was about four to five square meters. There was no room for him to turn around.
The cabinets were covered with cobwebs and piled with all kinds of plastic products and scrap metal. They were all equipment that was rarely seen. Some were wrapped in plastic sheets, while others were covered with yellowed white cloth.
Yan Ji looked at the shape of the equipment and knew what was going on. He took a few quick photos and then lifted the cloth without caring about the dirt.
Drip bottles, reaction tanks, heaters, dehydrators …
Yan Ji took half a step back.
There was actually a batch of tools for making poison hidden in the dense spiderwebs!
"… Captain Yan."
Outside the hut, the night wind was whistling. Jiang Stops's gaze scanned the entire rooftop and fell on the metal hut not far away. He hesitated for a moment and repeated, "Captain Yan?"
The hut in the hut was rustling. He didn't know what Yan Ji was doing.
Jiang Stops narrowed his eyes and thought for a while. Finally, he walked over.
The windows of the metal hut were covered with plastic sheets. The iron lock was not hanging. He could enter by pulling the latch gently. This hut was different from the other two huts. The dark and narrow hut was relatively empty. The generator was piled up in the corner. Several different colored wires were connected to a felt cloth that was half a person's height at the other end of the metal hut.
Jiang Stops pressed his hand on the felt. After confirming that there should be a rectangular electrical appliance under it, he lifted the heavy felt with force.
With this action, a gust of dry mold rose into the air. Jiang Stops turned his face and coughed a few times before stopping. Under the felt was a small single-door refrigerator.
For some reason, Jiang Stops's fingers were a little unsteady. He opened the refrigerator door. There were a bunch of bottles and jars in the cold storage room.
Transparent beakers and opaque brown medicine bottles were messily placed together. Most of them were empty. There were traces of different colors at the bottom of the glassware. Only a few bottles still had solutions in them. Because they weren't sealed properly, they emitted a pungent chemical smell.
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