chasing the dark

Chapter 56
As the door opened, four people got into the room one by one, and Ye Zhanzhou closed the door again.

Xu Shi has not lived in it for a long time, and there is a strange smell in the house, which makes people unable to breathe normally.

Musty smell, the smell of the sewer, and some inexplicable odors.

His arm was touched, and through the dim light outside the window, Jiang Yu saw a light blue surgical mask.

At this time, she didn't bother to say thank you, she took it and put it on her face.

Chen Chaoran was quite familiar with the apartment type here, so he walked to the kitchen in a few steps and opened the ventilation window a little.

Although it is impossible to replace the strange smell in the room immediately, it is better than keeping it closed all the time.

When he turned his head and saw two light blue shadows dangling in the darkness, he was startled. After looking carefully, he realized that they were two people wearing masks.

Jing Hong followed his gaze and turned her head, extremely angrily: "It's too much, I don't care if I have a mask."

Ye Zhanzhou simply gave her the remaining half of the bag and asked her to share it with Chen Chaoran.

For houses that have not been lived in for a long time, the water and electricity will naturally stop.Even if they didn't stop, they didn't dare to turn on the lights directly.

Jing Hong took out the small flashlight she bought from a street stall on the pedestrian street, and Jiang Yu each had one.

Chen Chaoran and Ye Zhanzhou came prepared, and each brought a flashlight.

The four of them began to search the house separately.

Jinzhao Shoujia is an old-fashioned two-bedroom apartment in the 90s of last century, and the decoration is also the style of that year.There is a small hall at the entrance, the kitchen and bathroom are on the right, and there are two rooms on each side.

Judging from the layout and decoration of the room, Jin Zhaoshou and his wife lived in the larger south bedroom, so the north room should belong to Jin Yan.

But the strange thing is that all the doors of the rooms are open, but the door of the north room is not only tightly closed, but also hung with a gleaming lock.

"Is it locked on purpose?" Jing Hong tugged at the iron lock.

Ye Zhanzhou took out the wire again: "Do you still need to ask?"

Although it was not as elegant in those days, it would not hang such an ugly lock on the door with a ball lock.

"Who asked you, I'm talking to myself, okay?" Jing Hong muttered, taking the opened lock from the lock.

The musty smell in the north room was heavier than the outside, obviously because the owner hadn't ventilated it before moving out.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and the furnishings were simple, with a single bed, a writing desk, two chairs, and a closet built against the wall next to the door.

The bed only has a plank, no mattress, let alone bedding and pillows.

There was nothing on the desk except a lamp, and the drawers were empty.

Opening the closet, it was empty, only a few old newspapers spread on the partition.

It can be said that, at first glance, there is not only no trace of a girl living in this room, but even no trace of a person living in it.It's like an empty room for a few pieces of old furniture.

Jiang Yu shone the light from the flashlight on the wall, and the wall was also clean, with no traces of hanging photos or posters.

"The wall has been repainted." Ye Zhanzhou wiped the wall with his fingers and came to a conclusion.

"Why paint the wall?" Jiang Yu followed his example and wiped the wall, leaving a piece of white ash on his gloves.

Ye Zhanzhou glanced at her: "You have to ask Jin Zhaoshou about this."

Jiang Yu secretly vomited in his heart: If he is willing to say it, it will take so much effort?

"Look!" Jing Hong pointed at the desk and said, "There should have been a glass plate here before, and it was pressed against things like photos, but it was taken away."

"Many old residents here will put a glass plate on the table or desk." Chen Chaoran also cast his flashlight on the table, "Well, look at the five-inch photo of this big elephant before. Here, this one too."

The two were studying the prints on the desk, and Ye Zhanzhou had already walked out of the room.

Compared with sleeping in the north, the house in the south is much more normal.

Double bed, dressing table, old-fashioned TV set on the TV cabinet, and neatly stacked clothes in the large wardrobe.

There is a double sofa beside the bed, four glasses are upside down in the tray on the coffee table, and a white porcelain teapot is in the middle.

There is a large photo frame on the wall, and there are a few blank spaces during the period, and the rest of the clothes of the characters on it are from the 70s and [-]s.

"They erased all traces related to Jin Yan." Jiang Yu also stared at the photo frame.

"As a parent, even if the children are gone, they will keep their belongings as much as possible." Ye Zhanzhou said, "It's absolutely abnormal for Jin Zhaoshou and his wife."

The two of them went to the kitchen and bathroom again. Although there was dust in these two places, things were neatly arranged.

It can be seen from this point that Jin Zhaoshou is still a very clean person.

Seeing Jiang Yu standing at the door of the kitchen all the time, Ye Zhanzhou looked over her head and said, "What are you doing here? Did you find anything?"

"At first glance, there is nothing here, but I always feel that something is a little awkward?" Jiang Yu scanned the inside with a flashlight.

"Get up and let me see." Ye Zhanzhou pulled her aside.

The flashlight shined twice from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and finally stopped on the stove.

Ye Zhanzhou asked: "What does your stove look like?"

Jiang Yu knew how to cook when he was a teenager, so he was no stranger to the structure of the kitchen.

She said without thinking: "What else can it be? The top is the stove, the bottom is the range hood, and the bottom is the cabinet..."

Suddenly, she focused the electric light under the stove: "Why is it like this?"

Jinzhao Shoujia’s kitchen also has a range hood and an electronic ignition stove, but the bottom of the stove is not a cabinet, but a table with tiles, a wire drawn in front, and a cloth curtain.

Half of the curtain was missing, there were cracks in the tiles inside, and some places had fallen off, exposing the cement behind.

"Old Chen, come here!" Ye Zhanzhou squatted down while calling Chen Chaoran, bent his fingers and tapped the table.

"What's wrong?" Chen Chaoran and Jing Hong came out of the room together.

Ye Zhanzhou asked: "Do the residents here have this kind of stove?"

Chen Chaoran thought for a while and said: "The countertop is built with cement, and there are cupboard doors underneath. This kind of fully enclosed...at least I have never seen it."

"Xiao Jiang, you won't be right, right?" Jing Hong's expression was in disbelief.

"What did she say?" Chen Chaoran asked.

"Sister Xiaojiang once said that if Jin Zhaoshou's house is a bungalow, you can dig a hole and bury him." Jing Hong sneered at the stove, "You can't dig a hole on the fourth floor, but you can build a platform."

Chen Chaoran was stunned: "You mean...there are...there are..."

Thinking that there might be a corpse there, he didn't say a word for a long time.

"Brother, you haven't been out of a scene where there are dead people, have you?" Jing Hong elbowed him.

Chen Chaoran immediately straightened his back, wanting to regain his masculine dignity: "Why haven't I been out? Last year, there was a person who committed suicide by taking sleeping pills. I called the funeral car."

(End of this chapter)