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The forty-eighth chapter blame (3)

This is an old house with a total area of ​​more than 40 square meters, with a two-bedroom apartment, a small living room, and a very cramped kitchen and bathroom. Fortunately, the two bedrooms can still be related to the spaciousness.

The white walls have turned yellow, and there are water marks and blue mold spots on one corner of the ceiling of the living room. They should be affected by the water running upstairs.

The room was empty and could be regarded as furniture, with only a chair missing a leg in the living room.

The chair stands against the wall, and there are several bricks cushions in the position of the legs, like some kind of performance art.

One of the bedrooms was empty, and a tattered quilt was piled in the corner of the other bedroom. As soon as Yan Ruyu approached, several tideworms emerged from the quilt in panic, hid in the gap in the corner, and disappeared.

Wu Cuo frowned and said, "What's there to check in this room?"

Yan Ruyu shook her head and said, "I'll take a look."

"Then I'll visit the surrounding neighbors first, hoping to find residents who have not moved out."

After Wu Cuo left, Yan Ruyu put on gloves and lifted the quilt, and there was nothing to gain except a suffocating musty smell.

He checked each room one by one without changing his face, but the whole house was completely visible and there was no place to hide anything.

"No, there must be a problem," Yan Ruyu said to herself: "Although the place is in a lie and the house is broken, it is still on the edge of Beijing Beicheng. If you want to sell it, you can always find a buyer who can invest more cheaply. Besides, they need money so urgently, why should you leave this house?"

He walked inadvertently to the bathroom again. There was a dirty smell that had been immersed in the walls and floor tiles. Yan Ruyu stood at the door of the bathroom, holding her breath and looking inward.

From this look, a simple water storage tank above the bathroom attracted Yan Ruyu's attention.

It was a tin box with red rust at the bottom.

A wire was connected to the side of the box, the plug fell off, and the copper wire was exposed. A water outlet was extended from the front of the box, and at the end of the water outlet was a plastic shower that looked like it had been blocked by water rust.

The principle of using a simple shower is similar to that of an electric kettle today. First fill in water, then turn on the electricity, boil the water in the water tank to a suitable temperature for bathing, and turn on the shower and take a shower.

Looking at this thing, Yan Ruyu first admired the wisdom of the working people from the bottom of his heart, and then he moved the chairs and bricks in the living room.

He cushioned the chair with a brick, shook it hard for a few times, and after he made sure it was stable, he stood on the chair.

The upper part of the water storage tank is too close to the ceiling, and Yan Ruyu couldn't see the situation above with her feet, so she could only reach out and touch it. After a few strokes, she found a circular opening, which should be used to inject water inward.

Standing on the stool and thinking for a while, Yan Ruyu took out her cell phone from her pocket, turned on the camera, and set it to the state of turning on the flash to take pictures.

He poked his phone into the hole and took more than ten photos in succession, back and forth.

The photos are quite clear. Only red mottled rust can be seen in the first few photos, and there may be spider webs. A light blue appears in the corner of the fourth photo, but due to the focus problem, the picture is very blurry and I can't see what it is.

Until the ninth photo, the blue finally revealed its true face. Although it was not clear, it could be seen that it was a translucent file bag containing 4 paper sizes inside, and the thickness was only a few sheets of paper.

The file bag was obviously deliberately hidden here, and Yan Ruyu and this secret were separated by a layer of iron box.

He took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, rolled up his shirt sleeve, and reached into the black hole.

Although Yan Ruyu tried hard to think about his feet and stretched his arms long, he could only stretch half of his forearm into the round hole, which was not enough to reach the bottom of the box.

"What are you doing?"

When he heard that it was Wu Cuo's voice, Yan Ruyutou didn't reply: "There is something inside."

"You come down and I'll try."

"You have no chance, it's far from you. You're not a gibbon."

Wu Cuo smiled and shook the two dead branches in his hand, "The biggest difference between humans and monkeys is that humans can create tools."

Yan Ruyu's eyes lit up. He took the dead branches, explored into the round hole, and controlled the two dead branches, just like using chopsticks. He wanted to pick up the file bag, but he tried it several times but failed.

"Some people have poor hands-on skills and are forced to show off." Wu Cuo looked at Yan Ruyu's busy work with his arms.

Yan Ruyu jumped off the chair, "It's not to highlight your strength, so as not to get a mental blow every day and affect your mental health."

Sure enough, Wu Cuo stood on the lame chair and got the file bag in just a few seconds.

"Look at what's inside!" Yan Ruyu couldn't wait.

"A policy? Accidental injury insurance, both the insured and the beneficiary are Wang Yuan, and the insured is Wang Yaoguo."

Yan Ruyu reached out and turned the insurance contract to the last page, looked at the insurance date and said, "I bought it a year ago, and it happened to be shortly before the move."

Wu Cuo was obviously more concerned about the amount of insurance. He looked back and forth at the contract and said, "If Wang Yaoguo died due to an accident, Wang Yuan would be able to get 2 million yuan in compensation from the insurance company. 2 million yuan, which is enough to lure a person with high debts to kill him, right?"

"And Wang Yaoguo is already in the late stage of cancer. Instead of dying from a suffocation, it is better to cause an accidental death so that he can get insurance."

Thinking of Wang Yuan's motive for murder, the two couldn't help but feel cold on their backs.

"That's his real father! He really can do it?" Wu Cuo's voice shivered.

"The evil of human nature is like a bottomless pit. You will never know where the lower limit is." Yan Ruyu sighed, "Go back, the key thing has been found."

On the way back, Yan Ruyu asked, "What did you find when you visit?"

Wu Cuo said: "I found two old residents. According to their reactions, Wang Yuan is notorious nearby."

"oh?"

"This kid is addicted to gambling. He is actually a regular visitor to a chess and card room nearby. He is a regular visitor to a black casino. He can be a good player when he gambles. However, he is really good at playing poker and mahjong. People say that nine out of ten gambling will lose, so he belongs to the one who is left who is not lost or won.

Later, the reason why Wang Yuan owed more than 100,000 gambling debts was that he complained to others because he was cheated, saying that the casino owner and the joint loan shark were put on a trap for him. Since then, the debt collectors came to the door every day, causing trouble for other residents of the same unit.

By the way, Wang Yuan once said that he would make these people who plotted against him look good sooner or later, but that's just that, a year ago, Wang Yaoguo was diagnosed with advanced cancer. Wang Yuan seemed to have changed his own personality and stopped gambling. He thought of a way to get money to treat his father. Later, it might be to avoid debt. The neighbors guessed this way, and the father and son moved, and there was no news about them anymore from the neighbors."

After Wu Cuo finished speaking, the two were silent for a long time. Yan Ruyu lit a cigarette and looked out the car window and said, "I really hope Wang Yuan is a prodigal son and turned around. I really hope everything was not planned by him."
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