Chapter 84 Basement
Before the people from the locksmith company came over, Han Yun knocked on the neighbor's door first. The neighbor of Qian Feng's secret base was an old man who looked to be in his sixties. After the door was opened, Han Yun asked directly: "Uncle, let me ask, do you know the residents of 101?"
The old man shook his head: "I don't know him, I've never seen him before."
It seemed that the old man didn't trust Han Yun, so Han Yun winked at Miaomiao. Yu Miaomiao stepped forward and took out his ID, letting the old man take a look, and then said, "Uncle, we came here to understand the situation of the residents of 101. We are not bad people."
The old man took the ID and looked at it, then continued, "I've seen him a few times, but never said hello, and I don't know what the person living there does. He always covers himself tightly, no matter how hot the weather is. He probably doesn't live here often, but comes to check on us occasionally. I remember there was a water leak upstairs, and no one was home. When I came back, the floor was soaked, so I wanted to ask the people on the first floor if it was soaked. I knocked on the door but it didn't open, so I went to the property management to ask for a phone number. The property management said that this family might be related to the developer, and it was not registered with the property management, and the house was never transferred. The property management couldn't contact this family either."
"Have you seen him come back recently?" Han Yun asked.
"It seems like a few days ago, I didn't see anyone, but I heard voices and doors closing. It seemed like he was on the phone. He stayed for a short while, maybe less than ten minutes, and then left again. It was the day it rained." After the old man confirmed that the two were not bad people, he said truthfully: "He came at around four or five in the afternoon. I had just come back from a walk outside and had dinner, so I could hear it clearly."
It seems that Qian Feng had indeed been here on the rainy day: "It's okay, uncle, it's okay." Han Yun said. At this time, the person from the locksmith company also walked in from the unit door. After checking the identity information, he opened the door in less than a minute. Han Yun walked in first. The room was pitch black, with curtains blocking the light. He found the light switch and pressed it, and the room was instantly lit up.
The living room was no different from an ordinary living room, with a sofa, coffee table, and TV. Han Yun walked towards the bedroom and saw bedding on the bed and some clothes in the closet. After leaving the bedroom, Han Yun took a quick look at the bathroom and kitchen, but did not find the entrance to the basement. Cao Deshun would not lie, so he opened the curtains and went to the balcony, where he found a tatami design with a large cabinet on top. He opened the cabinet and found a staircase underneath.
After Yu Miaomiao sent the locksmith away, she returned to the house, walked up to Han Yun, and looked at the steps under the tatami: "I didn't expect there was really a basement."
Han Yun turned on the flashlight on his phone, then walked in and walked down the stairs. The stairs were not long, and he found the light switch and turned it on. The basement was not small, about the same size as the living room above, with various tools hanging on the walls on both sides. There was also a small room in the basement. When he walked in, there was a table inside and various photos on the wall.
Zhang Shuang and Bai Xinrui were in the photos. They were all taken from far away. Besides the two of them, there were many strangers. They were probably all people Qian Feng had killed. There was a notebook on the table. Han Yun walked over and opened it. It recorded in detail the employer, the target, and the reward. It seemed that Qian Feng was quite serious about killing people.
Han Yun was thinking this when Yu Miaomiao also came down and said in a slightly surprised tone in the room full of tools: "Are these tools just for display?"
"It looks like they do. They are all brand new and have never been used." Han Yun answered Yu Miaomiao while flipping through the notebook.
"It seems that this atmosphere is deliberately created. I guess Qian Feng thinks of himself as a killer in a movie. Look at those killers. They all have a basement filled with tools." Yu Miaomiao took off the pistol on the grid of the house and looked at it carefully: "The degree of simulation is really high."
Han Yun took down the photos on the wall one by one, put them together with the notebook, and then opened the drawer under the cabinet. There were three drawers in total. The first drawer contained many mobile phones, the second drawer contained a whole pack of gloves and foot covers, and the third drawer contained various medicine bottles. The words on the medicine bottles should have been written by Qian Feng. Some of them could make people hallucinate, some could make people get drunk instantly, and in addition, there were also injection drugs such as morphine and needles. "It seems that this time we have gained a lot."
Yu Miaomiao, who was originally studying various tools in the living room, walked in after hearing what Han Yun said. She looked at the photos and the drugs in the drawer and said, "Is this where Qian Feng studied the murder plan?"
"It's all recorded in the diary." Han Yun picked up a medicine bottle and looked at it and said.
Yu Miaomiao picked up the diary and flipped through it. Finally, she found the page with the employer Li Yuemei and the target Zhang Shuang. She read it and said, "Sure enough, it was Li Yuemei who hired Qian Feng. And this Bai Xinrui, her employer is also Li Yuemei. Qian Feng has killed so many people in the past ten years."
"I'm very curious, where did he get so many strange drugs?" Han Yun wondered.
Yu Miaomiao squatted down, picked up one of the medicine bottles and took a look, then said: "There is no trademark, no ingredients, and the words were written by himself. It looks like it was not obtained from any formal channel."
"Pack all these up and take them back to the police station. It looks like Li Tieyun will have to stay up all night again. All the names of the hired killers recorded in this diary must be brought back for interrogation one by one." After Han Yun finished speaking, he walked out of the small room and returned to the living room again. He glanced at the tools, took a picture of it with his mobile phone, then left the basement and went to the living room upstairs.
Cao Deshun must have seen the necklace that was originally worn on Zhang Shuang's neck in the living room, so he became suspicious. He knew that there was a basement , but he had never been in it. Otherwise, the suspicion he expressed when facing the police would not be suspicion. Han Yun thought so, sat down in front of the sofa, and reached out to open the drawer under the coffee table.
Just as Han Yun expected, there was nothing inside.
Qian Feng didn't come here often. Perhaps he would only come here to stay for a while when his employer showed up, so that he could calm down and plan the murder. What made Han Yun curious was whether the murderer knew about the existence of this house. Han Yun guessed that the murderer should know about this place, after all, the murderer who killed Qian Feng knew Qian Feng very well. Qian Feng certainly didn't expect that he would become someone else's target in the process of being a killer, tracking and investigating the target and looking for the opportunity to kill the target.
Yu Miaomiao came out of the basement, holding a bag filled with photos, diaries, drugs, cell phones and other evidence. After coming up, she said to Han Yun: "I turned on all the cell phones and tried them. None of them had cards inserted. They should not be the cell phones Qian Feng often used. I guess the cell phones he often used were indeed taken away and destroyed by the murderer."
