On Saturday morning, Fang Qing had just finished washing up when the doorbell at home rang.

She hung up the anti-theft chain and opened the crack of the door. She saw a strange man.

He is about 1.78 meters tall, with long hair, and combed to the back of his head, looking very energetic - but it doesn't match the face with a vicissitudes of life.

He is not scary. Maybe he should be said to be a bit handsome. But the real reason why Fang Qing is not so afraid is that he took out the police certificate in his pocket.

"Hello, Miss Fang, my surname is Zhu."

The name is not clear, but the photo seems to be taken recently. Fang Qing hesitated and asked:

"Is there anything wrong? Last night, you all asked what you should ask..."

"Sorry..." Officer Zhu smiled with a little apology: "I'm not here to interrogate you. Your alibi has been confirmed. The police have ruled out your suspicion. I just came here to collect some Fu Sizhe's personal supplies and do some finishing work."

Fang Qing thought about it and didn't feel anything wrong, so she said "Wait" and opened the door.

Officer Zhu walked in and took off his leather shoes.

"Do you want to drink water?"

"If you don't bother."

"Things are not."

Fang Qing went to pour him water, and the bedroom door in the middle opened, and Fu Yinger poked her head out of the crack in the door, sleepy eyes:

"mom?"

She looked around and saw the strange man standing at the door. She was stunned. The man blinked at her and asked with a smile:

“Can you borrow the toilet?”

It was the police again. Fu Yinger sighed in her heart, retracted half of her head, then extended her finger and pointed the direction of the toilet for him, and closed the bedroom door.

Officer Zhu shrugged and walked straight to the bathroom.

Fang Qing took out the cup and poured the water. She looked around at a loss, but she didn't see anyone.

After a while, the sound of water coming from the other end of the bathroom came. Officer Zhu walked out, exhaled, and smiled embarrassedly:

"I'm really disturbing you."

"Things are not..."

"But I didn't expect that there would be a bathtub for this type of apartment." Officer Zhu obviously didn't know how to chat, so he casually said something unnutritional.

Fang Qing laughed dryly.

"It's nothing. We don't use it very much in normal times. Only Ying Er will soak it occasionally."

"Have Ling Ai used a bathtub recently?"

Officer Zhu suddenly asked.

Fang Qing was stunned for a moment and looked up at him in surprise.

"Uh... I have no other intentions, just ask casually." Officer Zhu felt a little embarrassed.

"It shouldn't be there." Fang Qing looked at him suspiciously and said perfunctorily.

Officer Zhu said "Oh" and suddenly thought of something:

"I won't disturb you for breakfast, right?"

"No. I planned to go downstairs with Ying Er later and have some casual food."

"Don't you cook by yourself?"

Why did this person get married? Fang Qing felt a little bored and replied casually:

"We haven't cooked these days and don't have the intention..."

Fang Qing pointed to the direction of the study again:

"If you want to find Fu Sizhe's personal belongings, they should be placed in the study."

She instinctively didn't want this person to stay here for too long.

Officer Zhu laughed awkwardly, took a sip of water, and walked straight into the study.

He looked around, unable to control himself from talking too much, and started chatting with Fang Qing one after another.

"My colleague came here yesterday and did you ask you about the keyboard?"

"keyboard?"

"It's the keyboard in front of Fu Sizhe's computer, which contains a lot of smoke."

"Ah." Fang Qing reacted and stuttered: "That was when I was cleaning the room, I accidentally overturned the ashtray..."

"That's right..." Officer Zhu made a sudden look and said:

"Ms. Fang cleaned it very clean."

"It's okay, I've always been a housewife... so I'm pretty skilled in doing it."

Officer Zhu walked to the bookshelf, casually pulled a few books and flipped through them, put them under his armpit, and then walked to the wardrobe in the corner, opening the cabinet door. Fang Qing watched from behind, her heartbeat accelerated.

Officer Zhu asked casually:

"There should be a carpet in Mr. Fu's study... or tatami, right?"

Fang Qing was stunned and hurriedly said:

"Ah...yes. I had to mop the floor during the Sunday cleaning, so I took it out because it was too dirty and threw it away... I was planning to buy a new one."

"So that's it." He nodded suddenly.

"There should be nothing to ask. With these books, I can go back and hand in the work."

He turned to Fang Qing and grinned:

"I'm so sorry to come here early in the morning to bother you mother and daughter."

He walked towards the door of the study, yawning, stretched his waist while putting his hand on the door frame, stretched his muscles and stretched his bones, lowered his voice and said with a smile:

"Actually, no one in our bureau has doubted you and your daughter. Our boss is rather nagging, and he is like this when he is older."

"Is that right..." Fang Qing laughed with her, thinking that the policeman was really different. Other policemen always came in respectfully and didn't talk nonsense. He looked like a familiar young man, but he looked quite young.

"Then, I'll leave first if I have nothing to do. I wish you a happy life."

Said goodbye to Fang Qing, and the door of Room 702 was closed. Zhu Ansheng breathed a sigh of relief, put his hand in his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit a piece of it and put it in his mouth, and then walked to the opposite side and knocked on the door of 704.

After a long time, an impatient voice came from the other end of the door.

"Here, come, who, early in the morning..."

The door opened, and a man with a sharp-mouthed cheek poked his head out to look at Zhu Ansheng, with a bad tone:

"Who are you?"

"Police." Zhu Ansheng took out the police certificate with a cold expression, and glanced at the man.

This simple little move was like a spell. The man who had been a little arrogant before immediately squeezed out a smile.

"This sheriff, you see that I don't know anything about Taishan, what are you doing?"

"Chen Dong, right?"

"It's me, it's me."

Before Zhu Ansheng could continue speaking, Chen Dong had already reached out to take out the cigarette from his pocket and wanted to hand it to Zhu Ansheng.

"Sheriff, listen to me, you are here to urge money, right? I'm really saving this money. Look, I haven't paid my salary this month yet. Tell the landlord I'll pay it back immediately, next month, next month..."

"Go and go. I didn't tell you this." Zhu Ansheng frowned, his face exuded impatientness, but he did not forget to put the cigarette handed by Chen Dong into his pocket and said:

"What I want to ask you is about your neighbor next door."

"Yeah!" Chen Dong clapped:

"You scared me. What did I think it was... Didn't your colleague ask me before? I also said, the old Fu family is just like that... His woman is so beautiful, probably she has been stealing her with people outside. Fu Sizhe's face is green, I'm afraid she has had many quarrels with her wife..."

"Okay, okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, I didn't let you say this." Zhu Ansheng said:

"I'll ask you, did you hear anything last Saturday, all day?"

"This..." Chen Dong's eyes rolled, showing a hint of embarrassment: "I didn't notice anything. I was still the same thing. I heard Fang Qing shouting at the opposite door, "It's so scary. Later I found out that it was her family that made a cockroach. This woman was still on my head! What did she say... Cockroaches love to go around the door the most, and even gave me a few boxes of cockroach houses for nothing. Look, how scheming this woman is, it shows that she is sending me the cockroach house. In fact, isn't she just secretly scolding me for not being clean in life? You have to take a look. My family is poor and has no drop of vegetable oil, so where does it come from..."

Chen Dong talked endlessly as soon as he opened it. Zhu Ansheng hurriedly interrupted him:

"Stop talking nonsense. You make it clear, what time is it when I hear the shouting?"

"How can I remember what time it is? It's just noon."

Zhu Ansheng's eyes moved slightly, he took off the cigarette, blew the ashes, said, "It's all you have done," and hurried downstairs.

He walked straight out of Fu'an Community and came to Huangsha Seafood Market.

At noon, there are not many people selling fish, and there are many people. Because the food stalls everywhere are doing business. There are all kinds of seafood aromas floating in the air. Steamed, fried, and boiled.

Zhu Ansheng often walked into a fish shop and pointed to the brand selling ice on his head:
To be continued...