Chapter 0012 Disappearing Photos
The metal elevator, glowing with a cold light, continued to rise.
After a brief silence, the middle-aged woman finally spoke: "I think I know why Luka yelled at you."
"Why?" I became more and more curious.
"The house on the 18th floor... is a bit weird... there are always some strange noises coming out in the middle of the night." The middle-aged woman raised her dark and thin face. She looked pale, as if she had been suffering from insomnia for a long time.
"I live downstairs. I am a very light sleeper and can't sleep even with a little noise. The upstairs every other day. I can't stand it anymore so I went to complain to the property management."
"The property management told me that no one lived in the house and it had been empty all along!"
After saying this, the middle-aged woman shuddered and tightened her knitted shawl.
She seems to be very afraid of the cold, wearing so many clothes in such hot weather.
I asked in confusion: "What did you hear? As far as I know, some houses will make strange noises due to thermal expansion and contraction."
"I know the principle you're talking about, but the sound I heard was definitely not caused by thermal expansion and contraction. It was like... someone was sharpening a knife..."
Sharpening the knife?
My eyebrows twitched, and I couldn't help but think of the sound of chopping meat in the Eight Immortals Baozi Shop. It was really scary to hear this kind of sound in the middle of the night.
"I asked the property management to come and listen at night, but the scary thing is that they couldn't hear anything. It seemed like I was the only one who could hear the sound. They all said I was hallucinating."
The middle-aged woman reached out and stroked Heibei's head, revealing a bitter smile.
"I'm afraid you don't believe it either. Luka used to be very well behaved and never barked. It was only after he moved to this community that such a problem occurred."
"Actually, I shouldn't be telling you this. After all, you still have to live in there. Sorry, I'm being too talkative."
"No, ma'am, you mean well, and I'm very grateful to you." I smiled at the middle-aged woman, "You always say that we can't stay out too long at night, why is that?"
"Do you believe what I said?" Surprise appeared in the middle-aged woman's tired eyes.
Ding.
At this time, we arrived at the 17th floor.
Before the elevator door was fully opened, the German Shepherd tried desperately to get out, as if it was escaping for its life. The middle-aged woman pulled it hard to prevent it from being dragged out. It stood at the door looking at me, as if it had something to say.
"Ma'am, this is my business card. If you have anything else to say, you can contact me at any time." I took out my business card and handed it over.
"Fengyun Humanities and Environment Consulting Studio..."
The middle-aged woman took the business card, looked at it doubtfully, and accepted it out of politeness.
The elevator door slowly closed inwards, and I picked up my phone, ready to check if there was really anything next to me.
The default setting of the phone was the rear camera. The elevator doors had not yet completely closed, and I just happened to capture the back of the middle-aged woman walking away with her dog.
When I saw the picture on the screen, my heart skipped a beat.
There seemed to be a dark shadow lying on the middle-aged woman's back. It flashed by and was not clear. I didn't know if I was seeing things.
The elevator door was completely closed and moving upwards, making it impossible to get out and check.
Forget it, if she really encounters something weird, maybe she will contact me.
Without further ado, I switched the camera to the front.
A slightly pale face appeared on the screen. I shook the camera left and right, checking the back and the entire elevator, but didn't find anything suspicious.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but then I became even more confused. If that was the case, then why was the German Shepherd barking at me?
The fact that it obeys its owner's orders shows that it is not a mad dog.
Ding.
The elevator door opened again and we arrived at the 18th floor.
I put aside my doubts and walked out.
I was the only one in the silent corridor. Looking at the dark door and thinking about what the middle-aged woman had said, I felt uneasy.
If what she said was true, the house might be in danger.
But now that I'm here, I have to go in and take a look before I give up.
Taking a deep breath, I took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole.
I unlocked the door, pushed it open, stood at the door, carefully picked up my black phone and scanned the inside. The house was renovated, fully furnished, and unusually quiet.
After looking for a while and finding no danger, I walked into the house.
I didn't dare turn on the light, so I used a black cell phone for illumination.
The cold light could only illuminate the area around the body, leaving the entire house shrouded in darkness, making people even more uneasy.
Standing at the entrance, I opened the shoe cabinet.
Several rows of large cabinets are filled with various kinds of women's shoes in the same size. It is impossible for an empty house to have these things. There must be someone living here.
And she is a woman living alone.
Is this middle-aged woman lying to me?
I don't know her at all, there's no need for her to do this!
I couldn't figure out the reason, but I didn't dwell on it too much. The purpose of my trip was to find out whether this was Sister Hong's house.
I walked into the living room cautiously, and the cold white light swept across the room little by little. The decoration was very high-end, low-key and luxurious.
Judging from the style and decoration, it is obviously liked by women, which further confirms my guess.
The windows were blocked tightly by thick blackout curtains , but the room was clean and tidy, as if it had not been occupied for a long time.
It suddenly occurred to me that if the owner of this house suddenly came back, I would definitely be mistaken for a thief. I had to act quickly and find something that could prove my identity as the homeowner as soon as possible.
The point is the photos!
After a quick tour of all the rooms, I found a very strange place.
There was not a single photo in the house, but there were traces of photo frames hanging on several walls , as if these things had been deliberately put away.
The tiny nail holes remaining on the wall are scattered around, looking out of place against the backdrop of the stylish interior.
The grade of the neighborhood, the luxurious decoration inside the house, and the high-end cosmetics whose brands I had only seen on TV, all proved that the hostess of this house was a wealthy woman.
Such a woman must pay great attention to the taste of life. Even if she wants to replace the decorations on the wall, why would she just take down the old photo frames and leave it alone?
Did he put the photos away on purpose, or did he not have time to hang up new ones?
What is she hiding?
There is no way to use photos to verify whether the house belongs to Sister Hong. Then I thought, there should be something like a real estate certificate in the house, which not only has a photo but also the real name.
I searched the house again and finally made a new discovery in the study.
There is a large bookcase against the wall in the study, which is filled with various books, including some professional series, which fully proves that this rich woman is a cultured person, not the kind who got rich overnight.
But the point is not this, but the drawer of the desk, which is locked tightly. This is the only locked cabinet in the house, and it seems that there are very important things stored in it.
I found a few paper clips in the pen holder, straightened them, twisted them together to make a hook shape, inserted them into the keyhole, and tried to open the lock.
Click.
The lock spring bounced and I actually opened the lock.
Can't wait to open the drawer.
I gasped, and the things inside gave me a huge shock!
