It was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon.
Jiang Fan accompanied Tang Rou to buy the gifts and then walked home.
As soon as they reached the gate of the community, the two saw the police car driving out of the security station.
"Xiao Fan, look, is this police car the one that just drove out from the police station?"
Tang Rou was now very sensitive to the things in the Security Bureau, and she remembered them after just one glance.
Jiang Fan nodded and said nothing.
A police car was parked at the entrance of Ma Caojiang Community, and many aunts and uncles from nearby gathered around to watch the fun, blocking Jiang Fan's way home.
"Aunt Zhang, what happened?"
Jiang Fan asked a familiar neighborhood aunt about the situation.
Aunt Zhang shook her cattail leaf fan and pointed to another building: "Someone committed a crime on Building No. 10, and now people from the Security Bureau have rushed up."
"I heard that for those people, the Security Bureau also dispatched a first-level beast master."
"Hey, young man, why do you look so familiar to me? Are you the orphan who lives in Building 10, 601?"
Jiang Fan: "..."
If Aunt Zhang hadn't gotten older, Jiang Fan would have designated a big guy to fight her.
After briefly inquiring about some situations, Jiang Fan finally figured out the general outline of the matter.
The people from the Linhai Security Bureau came to 501, Building 10, Ma Caojiang Community, and that room happened to be downstairs of his home.
Is this a coincidence?
Jiang Fan was a little unsure; he suddenly remembered the telescope on the balcony of 501 that he saw when he sent Chen Sisi away that night.
'Isn't that telescope used to look at the stars, but to observe the surroundings?
What a thoughtful criminal. '
While Jiang Fan was thinking, he saw the crowd automatically divided into two rows.
Officer He Yuanliang, who had just met in the police station, walked out with a dark face and seemed to be in good health.
But Pei Yinghao, the first-level beast master, was different.
Jiang Fan could clearly see that the boy's left hand had been broken by someone. Moreover, Pei Yinghao's left hand was so deformed that even the bones inside were probably broken.
I haven't taught this kid a lesson yet, but he failed first.
Jiang Fan had no sympathy for him, but found it a little funny to see Pei Yinghao injured.
In addition to police officers such as He Yuanliang and Pei Yinghao, there were also several guys who were put in black plastic bags.
Four or five police officers surrounded these people to watch over them. It was obvious that these people with black plastic bags on their heads were what everyone called criminals.
One, two, three, four; a whole four people can play a mahjong table together; there is such a criminal gang hidden downstairs in his house.
Jiang Fan was secretly shocked.
"It's useless for you to arrest me. Our boss will help us take revenge. You just wait to die!"
Among the four people wearing black plastic bags on their heads, one seemed very excited and shouted loudly, as if to embolden himself and his companions.
"Stop making any noise! Get out of here!"
A police officer slapped the arrogant criminal hard on the head, and the criminal suddenly stopped making any noise.
"Hearing this, one of them ran away?"
Jiang Fan thought to himself, "But since he has run away, he must not dare to come back here again, right?"
After passing by the police officers handling the case, Jiang Fan and Tang Rou went home and cooked, bathed, etc. as usual.
Eleven o'clock in the evening.
Jiang Fan took out the notes that Chen Sisi gave him and memorized them again.
The memory that the spirit of 41 o'clock brought to Jiang Fan was beyond imagination. Even though Jiang Fan only read it once or twice, he was able to memorize all the contents of the notes verbatim.
After memorizing the book, Jiang Fan prepared to go to bed.
Jiang Fan, who had just laid down, suddenly felt a cold wind coming.
When I turned around, I found that the window in the room was not closed.
"Aunt Tang, it's true. There is a construction site not far outside the window of my room. Didn't I ask her not to open the window to prevent dust from blowing in?"
In the past, Tang Rou always helped him open the windows for ventilation and clean the room; so Jiang Fan naturally thought that Aunt Tang had forgotten to close the windows.
The windows in Jiang Fan's room were not equipped with anti-theft nets, so you could lean out of the window by pushing half of the window open.
"Phew, this is such a horrible thing; we'll move out when we make some money."
After looking at the civil servants who were dusting the construction site not far away, Jiang Fan said something in annoyance and lowered his head to close the window.
But the next second, Jiang Fan was stunned.
At the window, he clearly saw a very faint footprint.
Jiang Fan's heart skipped a beat, and then he leaned his body to the wall outside the window to take a look. Sure enough, there were two more faint footprints.
The shoe size of this footprint appears to be a full 42 or 43, which is about the same size as an adult male's foot.
And these three footprints extend from a room in 501 to the window.
What does this mean?
Someone entered your room, entered your home?
Is he still here?
Why can't I feel the other party's presence even though I have 128 health points? gone?
Countless doubts came to Jiang Fan's mind; he turned back and looked around his room.
The only places in the whole room where people can hide are a wardrobe and the bottom of the bed.
'Calm down; if the other party is here and I can't find him, it only means that his Qi and blood are more than mine, and the other party can control the exposure and restraint of Qi and blood at will, and is extremely powerful. '
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan thought of Pei Yinghao's broken arm that afternoon.
To be able to injure Pei Yinghao, a first-level beast master, like this, the opponent must be at least a first-level beast master, with ominous strength.
At this time, I must not act rashly.
After closing the window, Jiang Fan let out a long breath and said, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally: "Oh, I can't sleep; why are there criminal gangs downstairs? They won't come to hurt me, right?
Let's go sleep with Aunt Tang tonight. "
After saying that, Jiang Fan directly picked up his pillow and walked towards Tang Rou's room.
There was a knock on the door, the door opened and was immediately closed, and everything returned to calm.
After another ten minutes passed like this, suddenly there was a strange noise under Jiang Fan's bed.
In the darkness, a hand suddenly stretched out from the bottom of the bed.
"Hiss~" A gasp of air rang out in the silent room.
A man with a big belly emerged from under the bed.
He rubbed his big belly, and then cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, my baby boy; it's so heavy that it makes my belly flat.
This guy must be fatter than me. "
The pot-bellied man obviously resented Jiang Fan.
Ever since Jiang Fan lay down on the bed, his big belly had been severely compressed by the weight of Jiang Fan's body.
The space under the bed is small, and it's miserable for someone with a big belly.
"Grandma, how did those policemen from the Security Bureau find themselves here? Could it be that they were betrayed? Forget it, just hide here for two days and then leave after two days."