Just in case, He Jiahui still went to the 11th and 12th floors to confirm that there were no suspicious units.

So He Jiahui targeted the house on the 8th floor with cameras installed on both sides of the door.

Normal owners, even if they want to install surveillance cameras, just point them in front of their door. There is no need to monitor the entire corridor. This alone is enough to make He Jiahui suspicious.

Moreover, He Jiahui also observed that the two doors of this house are made of iron.

The sliding door outside is made of iron, which is normal, but the door inside is also made of iron, so the security level is a bit high.

Although the owner of the house on the 8th floor is suspicious, He Jiahui cannot confirm whether the long-haired man and the old man live in this house.

Then came the long wait.

He Jiahui did not dare to enter the surveillance range of the camera. He could only stare at this house from a distance in the stairwell. No one came out of this house.

Waiting is a bit torturous, but it is not difficult. Whether you are a scout, a drug police officer, or a criminal police officer, you cannot be impatient.

When He Jiahui was on a mission as a scout, he would stay in a bush for several days and nights, eating, drinking, and urinating on the spot.

When you are a police officer, you often have to do surveillance tasks. Although the conditions for surveillance are much better than those for scouts, they are still boring and boring.

For He Jiahui, he has long been accustomed to this long wait.

Several hours passed, and the owner of the house was still quiet, without any movement.

He Jiahui was not surprised by this. The long-haired man went to set a fire in the middle of the night, was caught by him, and then was interrogated all night. He must be physically and mentally exhausted. After returning to his residence, he must have a good sleep.

In an industrial building, there is no movement in broad daylight, but it is more likely that it is the hiding place of the long-haired man.

It wasn't until around two o'clock in the afternoon that a takeaway boy came to the 8th floor and knocked on the door of that house.

"I woke up and planned to have lunch, so I ordered takeout." He Jiahui thought to himself.

Just listen to the takeaway boy lazily shouting: "Wu Ji Tea Restaurant, the takeout you ordered has arrived!"

The takeaway boy waited for a long time before the door opened.

He Jiahui, who was observing secretly, could vaguely hear several "clicking" sounds before opening the door. He Jiahui could guess that this was the sound of unlocking.

"It sounds like there must be five or six locks, right? How come there are so many locks on the door of an average house? Is this level of security for the house afraid of being stolen or being forced into?" He Jiahui

I thought to myself.

After the door opened, a young man with dyed yellow hair appeared in front of the delivery boy.

"Not with long hair or old age?" He Jiahui frowned slightly.

This means two possibilities. The first possibility is that He Jiahui stared at the wrong room, and the long hair and the old man were not here at all.

The second possibility is that besides the long-haired man and the old man, there are other people in the room, and Huang Mao is one of them.

"No matter what the possibility is, I have to confirm how many people are in this room first." He Jiahui thought to himself.

At this time, the takeaway boy handed the plastic bag containing the takeout to Huang Mao and complained: "Every time it takes so long to open the door, can it be faster next time?"

Huang Mao took the takeaway, ignored the takeaway boy, and closed the door directly, and then there was the sound of locking again.

"Hey, why are you dragging me? When I have money, I will throw the food in your face!" The delivery boy curled his lips in disdain, and then walked towards the elevator entrance, ready to go downstairs.

He Jiahui in the stairwell rushed to the elevator on the 7th floor as quickly as possible and pressed the elevator button.

The elevator stopped at the 7th floor, and indeed the delivery boy was also in the elevator.

He Jiahui pretended to be the owner and walked into the elevator. He stood next to the delivery boy and started chatting at the same time: "It's already past two o'clock. Do you Wu Ji have anything to eat?"

The takeaway boy thought the other person was a regular customer who often ordered takeout, so he didn't suspect anything, so he answered directly: "At this time, we should have pork chop rice and barbecued pork rice! I don't know about the others."

"What kind of meal did you just deliver? There should be some in the store, right?" He Jiahui then asked.

"What I just delivered was pork chop rice and dry-fried beef river." The delivery boy replied.

"Just two portions?" He Jiahui asked next.

"One portion of pork chop rice, two portions of stir-fried beef river, three portions in total." The delivery boy did not become suspicious and continued to answer.

He Jiahui nodded and thought to himself: "I ordered three meals, which means there are three people in the room. If the old man and the long-haired man are really there, including Huang Mao who opened the door to get takeout, there are exactly three people.

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After confirming the number of people in the room, He Jiahui went back to keep an eye on them again.

An hour later, the door opened again, and the long-haired man who attempted arson came out. He looked around cautiously, then walked to the elevator entrance, ready to go downstairs.

"I looked at the wrong room. The long-haired man and the old man are in this room. Now that the long-haired man has left, only the yellow haired man and the old man are left in there. I can deal with it by myself!"

He Jiahui remembered that the old man was a cripple. At this age and with inflexible legs and feet, he had almost no fighting ability. He just needed to control the yellow hair.

Thinking of this, He Jiahui decided to take action immediately.

He found the building's power distribution box, did some tricks, and then quickly returned to the eighth floor.

A few minutes later, the lights in the corridor on the eighth floor went out instantly, and the emergency lights for power outages came on.

"Hey, why is there a power outage!"

"What's going on? There was a sudden power outage without any prior notice?"

"Did it trip? Or is the wire short-circuited?"

"The lights on the building opposite are still on. It seems that we are the only ones who have a power outage!"

"The power supply in our building has always been stable. Why did the power go out?"

Complaints came from various rooms. After all, it was an industrial building, and many units were producing. Suddenly there was a power outage, and production stopped.

Then someone walked out of his room and came to the corridor to check on other owners.

"Is there a power outage there?"

"You have a power outage too? It seems like the entire floor is out of power!"

"How can we live without electricity on such a hot day? When will we get electricity?"

The owners began to ask each other about their respective situations and confirmed that the entire floor was without power.

He Jiahui also pretended to be the owner, walked to the corridor, and started discussing the power outage with others.

At this time, He Jiahui didn't have to worry about being caught by the surveillance cameras. The entire floor was out of power, and the surveillance cameras must have been out of power as well.

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In the room, the old man wearing glasses was sitting under the air conditioner, blowing the cold air, yawning, looking comfortable.

Ordinary houses in Xiangjiang are generally equipped with window air conditioners. Although the noise is a bit loud, the cooling effect is still very good, especially when sitting at the air outlet of the air conditioner, it is very cool.

With the entire eighth floor having a power outage, the air conditioner also stopped working.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, it is the hottest time of the day. As the air conditioner stops running, the indoor temperature begins to rise rapidly.

"Why is there a power outage? If there is no power, the mixer cannot be used, the refrigerator cannot be refrigerated, and our goods cannot solidify. I picked up the wrong potassium nitrate the day before yesterday, and a batch of goods has been wasted. If it is wasted again due to a power outage,

If it's a batch, it won't be easy for Brother Kun to explain it." The old man with glasses frowned.

At this time, there were complaints from other owners outside the door, and some people were discussing when they would call.

Huang Mao lay at the door and listened, then said: "Uncle, someone seems to be talking about a power outage outside. Let me go out and see what's going on?"

The old man with glasses nodded: "Okay, I'll go and find out. At least make sure when the call will come. If you can't come tonight, then you won't have to do the work tonight!"

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He Jiahui pretended to be the owner and discussed the power outage with people around him in a serious manner. From time to time, he deliberately introduced a rhythm and led the topic to when the call would come.

When there is a power outage, what people are most concerned about is of course the restoration of power supply. Under He Jiahui's deliberate guidance, this has also become a hot topic for others.

It was also for this reason that when Huang Mao was lying on the door and listening to the corner, all he heard was about when the power would be restored.

He Jiahui was also worried that the people inside the house would stay in bed and not go out even if there was a power outage, so he deliberately released some news about the restoration of power in order to lure the people inside to come out.

Sure enough, the sound of the door lock rang, and He Jiahui knew that his plan had been successful, and the people in the room were coming out to inquire for information.

He Jiahui continued to pretend to be an enthusiastic owner, but his body was already ready to start.

The door inside slowly opened, but only a crack. Huang Mao exposed half of his face. He looked outside the door and found that the owners were discussing the power outage, so he opened all the doors inside.

Then Huang Mao opened a sliding iron door outside and prepared to go out to inquire about information from other owners.

At this moment, He Jiahui suddenly moved. He rushed in front of Huang Mao and grabbed Huang Mao's neck. Huang Mao had no time to resist and was pushed into the room.

"Don't move, I'm the police!" He Jiahui shouted.

However, the lame master in the room reacted faster than Huang Mao. He quickly got up, rushed into the toilet next to him, and locked the door.

Only then did Huang Mao realize what had happened. He exerted force to break free from He Jiahui's hands.

How could He Jiahui give him this opportunity? He punched Huang Mao in the head and knocked him unconscious to the ground.

"As I expected, the people in this business are all weaklings! I can beat ten of them one by one."

He Jiahui breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to observe the situation in the room.

The lame master had already hid in the toilet, and there was no one else in the room. This was consistent with He Jiahui's judgment.

In the center of the house, two square tables were put together. There were several large stainless steel square plates on the table, similar to the ones used to sell lunch boxes. There were some traces of white solids in the square plates.
To be continued...