Chapter 0035 Horrible Neighbor
A charming fragrance came, and Lin Yuchun looked at me steadily, her eyes moving and her breath as fragrant as orchid, her collar half open, and she was absolutely confident in her figure and appearance.
I smiled slightly and leaned back, putting my hands behind my head.
"Ms. Lin, everyone pursues different things. I don't want to be famous."
The charming smile froze in an instant.
"Don't you understand what I mean?" Unexpectedly, my reaction was so cold. Lin Sichun put down her untouched teacup and frowned slightly.
"Of course I understand. You provide the information about the rich, and I'll be responsible for playing tricks, and we'll share the money we earn." I said with a half-smile.
"You don't have to say it so harshly. You have to know that after becoming famous, the money earned from a single business deal may be more than what you earn in a year."
" Ms. Lin , are you short of money?"
Lin Yuchun was stunned and her face turned ugly in an instant.
"Li Yunfeng, I'm helping you, why is this your attitude?"
"When did I ask you to help me? Miss Lin, we are not that familiar with each other! If you have nothing to do, please leave and don't delay my business."
At this moment, the cell phone rang and I took the opportunity to order them to leave.
Lin Yuchun stood up quickly, her towering chest heaving, her anger evident.
"I misjudged you. You are no longer the daring Li Yunfeng of the past!" Lin Yuchun turned around angrily, her high heels clattering on the ground.
She walked to the door and then returned, taking out an exquisite business card from her designer bag.
"This is my business card. If you change your mind, you can contact me."
"Thank you, but no thanks." I didn't reach out to take the business card.
"You? You don't know what's good for you!"
Lin Yuchun threw the business card in my face and left in a rage.
I shook my head and threw the business card into the trash can.
There was a missed call on my phone, from an unfamiliar local number. I took a look and called back.
The phone was connected after just one ring, and the other party seemed to be waiting on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Li Yunfeng?" A woman's nervous and low voice came from the receiver, sounding slightly familiar.
"Yes, it's me."
The other party seemed relieved: "Great, it's really you. I'm your neighbor on the 17th floor. We met in the community that day and you gave me a business card. Do you remember?"
is her?
The image of the cold-fearing middle-aged woman quickly emerged in my mind. When she left the elevator, I glanced through my phone in the ghost story live broadcast room and saw a dark shadow on her back.
"Of course I remember. What can I do for you?"
The middle-aged woman was silent for a moment, then said, "I want to talk to you. Is it convenient for you to come to my house now?"
"Of course." I was worried about how to get into Yunhui Yayuan, so I readily agreed.
After hanging up the phone, I packed up and rode my electric scooter over there.
Half an hour later , I appeared at the gate of Yunhui Yayuan and called the middle-aged woman to come down and pick me up.
"After that meeting, I never saw you again. I went to the property management to inquire, and they told me that the 18th floor had not been sold at all. I thought I had seen something I shouldn't have seen again."
The middle-aged woman was called Song Zhujun. She came alone and did not bring the black back.
She was still so afraid of the cold that not only did she wear long sleeves and long pants in such hot weather, she also had a very thick shawl on her shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Song, I don't actually live in Yunhui Yayuan." I smiled apologetically and followed her through the gloomy garden.
"I guessed it when I called you. But there was no one on the 18th floor. What were you doing there?" Standing downstairs of Building 6, Song Zhujun looked at me and asked.
I thought about it and answered truthfully, "To be honest, I didn't know that there was no one on the 18th floor. I was originally there to investigate something."
"Investigating what?"
"I was looking for someone and found a bunch of keys where she left. They were the keys to the 18th floor here. I thought the keys were hers, so I came here."
"Who would leave their business card behind when doing something bad?" Song Zhujun smiled. "After you went to the 18th floor, did you find the person you were looking for?"
"No, there's no one in the house, but it has all the daily necessities, it doesn't look like no one has lived there all the time."
"There's no one here, but there are daily necessities. Is there anyone living here or not?" Song Zhujun frowned.
"To be honest, I'd like to know that question, too." I shrugged.
Song Zhujun swiped the card to open the door, took me in, and took the elevator.
"What do you want to talk to me about today?"
"Let's talk inside."
Song Zhujun glanced around nervously, as if there was someone else in the elevator.
I frowned, quietly took out the phone in the ghost story live broadcast room, and turned on the camera.
There was no shadow behind Song Zhujun, and there was nothing unusual in the entire elevator. Could it be because it was daytime?
Ding.
We arrived at the 17th floor and the elevator door slowly opened.
Song Zhujun took out the key, opened the door and invited me in.
The layout of the house is the same as that of the 18th floor. It is very simple and undecorated, with very few furnitures. It looks empty and cold.
The curtains were opened wide, but not much sunlight came in, and it was still chilly even without the air conditioner on.
No wonder Song Zhujun wears so many clothes.
"Why can't I see your dog?" The house was very quiet. The German Shepherd got angry when it saw me, and today there was no sound at all.
"It's sick." Song Zhujun looked gloomy. She poured me a cup of hot water and sat down opposite me on the sofa.
"In the past few days, it has become more and more abnormal. It won't eat or drink during the day, and at night it barks all over the house like crazy."
