Lan Xiangchen's home is located in a villa area in the city, the townhouse on the left-hand side, a total of two floors, the third floor is a glass house that can be used as a flower room, and a huge sundeck.
From the outside, the rest of the residents have a variety of plants in their flower houses, and some even have lawns on the terraces, deck chairs or barbecue grills.
Wu Duan looked at other people's flower rooms with some envy.
Yan Sixian stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "You don't like this design too, do you?"
"You don't like it," Wu Duan asked.
"I don't particularly like it, it's just that don't you think it's a good sign to put a green hat on the house."
Wu Duan: "" The two quickly gathered their minds and began to observe the situation of Lan Xiangchen's family.
First of all, father and son obviously didn't have time to play with the flowers, and the flower room and sundeck on the third floor were not as vibrant as the others, and the glass flower room contained some things that could not be used for the time being, such as old-fashioned hangers, broken enamel basins, tool boxes, and even an old tape recorder.
Wu Duan said: "It seems that our professor also has the general characteristics of the elderly, and likes to save rags. ” The two went down to the second floor.
Next to the stairs on the second floor is an open living room, with a set of wooden sofas, which at first glance appear to have many carvings, which seem to be valuable mahogany antique furniture, but when you look closer, you will find that the carvings are rigid, apparently from the machine, not by hand, and the paint peeling off the corner of the sofa, revealing the three-plywood material.
There are two bedrooms on the second floor, one of which takes up almost two-thirds of the entire second floor.
When I walked in, I knew that it was where Lan Xiangchen lived.
A double bed and a row of wardrobes against the wall are on the left hand side of the door, and on the right hand side are desks, computers, and bookcases that occupy both walls.
It seems that Lan Xiangchen sleeps and works in this large bedroom.
At this time, Feng Xiaoxiang also came, and Wu Duan leaned out from the handrail of the staircase on the second floor, and greeted Feng Xiaoxiang, who had just entered the door, and said, "The computer here is on the second floor."
"Coming" Feng Xiaoxiang was wearing shoe covers, and the footsteps going upstairs sounded a little dull.
Yan Sixian had already opened Lan Xiangchen's wardrobe.
There are some elderly clothes neatly hung inside, mostly hurdle white vests worn close to the body, except for a set of Zegna's custom suit, which should be worn by Lan Xiangchen when attending important occasions, and the rest of the clothes range in price from miscellaneous brands of dozens of yuan to mid-range domestic products of hundreds of yuan.
It seems that Lan Xiangchen is an old man who has no requirements for material things, and his style of life is definitely simple.
Yan Sixian came to his desk again, only to see Wu Duan frowning at the desk.
Wu Duan said: "Don't you think, this table is too clean?"
"Hmm."
Yan Sixian nodded, except for a laptop and a desk lamp, there was nothing on the table.
Wu Duan reached out and pulled open the drawer on the left side of the desk, which was empty.
The two looked at each other and opened the middle drawer, which was also empty.
Yan Sixian squatted down and opened the small hanging cabinet on the right, which was also empty.
"Hmm" Mink Fang, who had been tinkering with the computer, realized that something was wrong, took out a small tool box that he carried with him, took out a fine screwdriver from it, and began to disassemble the bottom plate of the laptop.
"You are" Mink Fang didn't speak, just waited for her to remove the bottom plate, and the three of them looked at it, and they understood.
The hard drive is gone "I said why can't I turn it on."
Mink Fang put the laptop in the whole bag, "The memory data is limited, and it will take some time to recover. ” "It seems that someone has emptied all traces of Lan Xiangchen's work."
Wu Duandao.
Yan Sixian didn't speak, not knowing what he was thinking.
In addition to the master bedroom, which doubles as a study, there is also a small bedroom on the second floor.
Reaching out and pushing the door, he found it locked.
Wu Duan skillfully took out two finger-length wires from his pocket, and poked them into the keyhole for a few seconds.
Smack The door lock is unlocked.
He threw Yan Sixian a "you're welcome" look, Yan Sixian shook his head with a smile and opened the door.
A stale smell came to my face, different from the stale smell of the house that had been inhabited for a long time, it was more like because the sick had been inhabited for a long time, and the smell of death had soaked into the floor and wallpaper, and was now slowly emitting outward.
The furnishings in the room also made the two stunned.
They originally thought that the small bedroom was Lan Jiayan's room, but now it seems that it is obviously not.
In the middle of the room was a single bed, somewhat similar to a hospital bed, with bare panels and no bedding on it.
Next to the bed was a blue oxygen tank, and there were some things, although they could be seen to be medical instruments, but the layman could not tell what it was for.
"Ward" Wu Duan said.
"Like."
Yan Sixian nodded, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Interesting, others are Jinwu Zangjiao, but our Lan Lao seems to be hiding a patient." ” However, there was no trace of "people" in the house, neither fingerprints nor hair, at least after a cursory examination, Wu Duan did not find these things.
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"The house has been scrutinized and cleaned."
Wu Duan concluded, "It seems that it is to erase the traces of the people who live here." ” Wu Duan dialed Lan Jiayan's mobile phone.
It sounded like the other party was driving, and absentmindedly "hey".
"I'm Wu Duan, the head of the city bureau, and we just met."
"Uh-oh."
Lan Jiayan's voice was a little more eager, waiting for Wu Duan's next words.
"You've already been home, I mean your father's residence."
"Of course."
"There's a locked room on the second floor, have you been in?"
"You mean the room with the hospital bed?"
"Yes."
"I've been, I opened the room and looked at it, it was empty, and I locked the door and came out again, if you want to ask me what that room is for, I don't know, I haven't been back to the villa for a long time, it's far away from the hospital where I work, and when I was in China, I lived in a single apartment near the hospital.
I was also shocked when I went to see the room on the second floor the day before yesterday, it felt like my dad picked up a patient and went home, but that was not unusual, my dad also had a laboratory at home, which was his laboratory before, and there were many bottles and cans. ” "And what about your father's research materials, will he keep them at home?"
"I guess so, he always works overtime at home, sometimes all night."
It seems that the young man, who has been abroad for a long time, has very little information to offer.
Wu Duan and Yan Sixian went downstairs to search again.
The overall atmosphere on the first floor is much more normal, with a small open kitchen, sunlight pouring into the spacious living and dining room through the windows, and the light floor tiles are eye-catching, which is completely different from the dark wood floors upstairs.
On the first floor, there is a convex bedroom with a small round window, which is more modernly furnished, and there is a guitar hanging on the side of the wardrobe, which should be Lan Jiayan's bedroom.
Like his father, the things in Lan Jiayan's house are also very neat and simple.
Yan Sixian was observing the room where Lan Jiayan was searching, only to hear Wu Duan shouting, "Look at this." ” Yan Sixian walked quickly to Wu Duan, only to see a yellow post-it note pasted on the table next to the sofa, with the words "Housekeeping Li" written on the post-it note, as well as a string of mobile phone numbers.
"Call and ask," Wu Duan said.
"Call and ask
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