"Let's go to the next person's home."
When the Korean reporter from the provincial newspaper saw Nie Cai still at the door, he couldn't help but kindly persuade him.
"Stop filming, people are crying like this, and they can't get in..."
But Dean Liu was not as easy to talk to as Reporter Han. Instead, he spoke angrily towards Nie Cai.
He originally had high hopes for the reporters from the provincial station, but he did not expect that a trainee reporter like Nie Cai would come alone, which immediately made him very disappointed.
For this reason, from the time he left home until now, he deliberately ignored Nie Cai and never said hello to Nie Cai, just to express his protest.
Now seeing that Nie Cai actually didn't listen to him and instead of retreating, he approached the door, he couldn't help but feel even more angry.
"Dean Liu, it seems... the door is not locked yet."
Nie Cai blinked and said.
"Nonsense, I just pushed hard and it didn't even push it away!"
Dean Liu frowned and was about to scold Nie Cai angrily when he heard a squeaking sound...
The door actually opened.
Suddenly, Dean Liu was speechless and his mouth opened wide.
The obese Ms. Ma squatted in front of the door, holding a half-eaten chicken paw in her hand, pretending to cry while gnawing on it.
She stuffed the chicken feet into her mouth and made a whimpering sound, as if she was suffering. I don't know how Ms. Ma mastered this trick.
It was only then that she realized that the door had opened at some point.
She stood up quickly, and the chicken feet in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter. The look on her face suddenly became extremely surprised: "You... how did you open my door?"
No wonder Ms. Ma was surprised. She had clearly remembered to hang the chain on the security door just now. People outside should not be able to open it at all, but why did the door suddenly open
It's like hell!
Click... click...
This time, the media reporters finally came to their senses and quickly turned around to take pictures.
Although I don’t know how the door was opened, the shot of capturing the first scene is always correct.
But at this time, they had actually missed this best opportunity, because Ms. Ma had already reacted and dropped the chicken feet in her hand.
Only Nie Cai had anticipated that the door would open, so he had already carried a camera, and directly filmed the whole process of Ms. Ma's shock, panic, and cover-up.
"Ms. Ma, didn't you just say that your nose was bleeding? Why can't I see any traces?"
Seeing that Ms. Ma was actually pretending, Dean Liu said angrily.
He really thought he pushed the door and hit Ms. Ma's nose just now, which made him feel guilty for a long time. He didn't expect that the other party was actually acting.
"I... my blood has been wiped away."
Facing a group of bailiffs at the door, Ms. Ma seemed a little guilty. She said in a panic and took several steps back.
"After erasing it, are you still in the mood to eat?"
Dean Liu snorted coldly and waved, and the bailiffs behind him filed in and immediately rushed into the room.
Suddenly, the originally spacious room was immediately filled with people. Dozens of bailiffs and reporters squeezed in at the same time. It was strange that there would be plenty of space.
"Comrade police, please give way. I am from xx Life News..."
"Brother, have you finished filming? Let me take a shot before talking about it. Thank you."
But because Nie Cai had the upper hand, he had already secured his position and was taking the shot without having to compete with others for position.
"You guys, don't break into my house without permission!"
Ms. Ma was furious, stamped her feet fiercely, and then said: "That damn Zhang Fuqiang is not in my house. He has moved out a long time ago. If you have the ability, go find him."
"You're not here just because you said you weren't here? Who told your husband to refuse to carry out the sentence? The orphans and widowers of this family can no longer survive!"
Dean Liu snorted and winked at the bailiff next to him.
Suddenly, a bailiff held an enforcement notice in his hand, read it to her, and then started searching the house according to the procedure.
"Check, check, he's not here anyway, let's see what you can find!"
Ms. Ma simply sat down on the ground angrily, looking like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.
The bailiffs filed in and searched the house carefully.
These bailiffs were used to this kind of search work and were very experienced. They searched the room almost like plowing a field.
After a while, all the people who went to search came out, shaking their heads and finding nothing.
"Report to the dean that no one from Zhang Fuqiang was found in the house, nor was there any property in his name that could be executed."
An old bailiff saluted Dean Liu and then said.
"Did you find any flower pots or water stains on the balcony?"
Dean Liu frowned and asked again.
"No, this balcony is enclosed. There is no way to throw things underneath."
The old bailiff shook his head and reported.
Upon hearing this, Dean Liu felt helpless.
Although he was very suspicious that Zhang Fuqiang was the one who poured water on the flower pots upstairs just now, but he had to rely on evidence when doing things, and mere suspicion was useless.
If you find that there are water basins or water stains on the balcony, or there are a few missing flower pots, forget it, but other people's balconies are closed, where can you find the evidence
"I've told you before, his people are no longer here, and your search is useless. What if you scare the old people and children in the house!"
Seeing Dean Liu's helpless appearance, Ms. Ma said sarcastically.
Her face was full of mockery, which made Dean Liu very embarrassed.
No one was found, and no property that could be executed was found, which immediately made Dean Liu have a bitter look on his face.
This time, he hit a dead end.
Normally, when encountering this kind of situation, he could only bite the bullet and retreat. However, the media at the scene were waiting for him to speak. The word "retreat" seemed to be as heavy as a thousand words, and he couldn't say it at all...
"No, you lied, he should be here."
At this moment of silence, Sister Guo suddenly spoke up.
After speaking, she pointed to a pair of shoes on the shoe rack and said: "Zhang Fuqiang must be at home. He has long and short feet. The shoe on his right foot is much worn out than his left foot. These shoes should be his."
She knew Zhang Fuqiang very well and could recognize the shoes as belonging to Zhang Fuqiang just by looking at them.
Ms. Ma originally saw that the people in the court were deflated and looked very proud of themselves.
But when she saw Sister Guo talking, she immediately became excited as if she had been given a shot of chicken blood: "You bitch, you are talking nonsense, those are my dad's shoes!"
"No, it's definitely his. Even if he turns to ashes, I'll recognize him!"
Sister Guo shook her head firmly and insisted: "Dean Liu, please search again. He must still be in this room."
"Ms. Guo, I understand how you feel. We also want to find Zhang Fuqiang, but we have searched carefully and there is nothing we can do if we can't find him."
In front of the media, Dean Liu patiently persuaded Sister Guo.
"Haha... you know him? You know this damn ghost so well, why did he dump you without mercy? It's not because you are useless!"
Ms. Ma sneered, the fat on her neck trembled, and said sarcastically.
Seeing that Ms. Ma was not merciful when she scolded people, Nie Cai's heart was moved, and he directly used his mind-reading technique to photograph Ms. Ma's forehead.
"I forgot to hide my shoes just now. This bitch has really sharp eyes!"
"However, Zhang Fuqiang is hiding in the cabinet of the air conditioner on the window sill of the living room. It is very hidden. They will definitely not find it!"
A row of large golden characters appeared on Ms. Ma's head, revealing her thoughts.
"I see. I asked why the bailiff couldn't find Zhang Fuqiang's person. It turns out he was hiding outside!"
Seeing the air conditioner remote control placed on the coffee table in the living room, Nie Cai's heart moved and he suddenly had an idea.
"Sister Ma, there are too many people in the room and it's a little hot. Why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"
Nie Cai suddenly spoke up and said.
After saying that, Nie Cai put down the camera and picked up the remote control on the table.
"It's so cold that I can't stand it anymore. Why should I turn on the air conditioner..."
Dean Liu frowned, wondering in his heart, when he heard Ms. Ma scream, her fat body jumped, and she pushed through the crowd and rushed towards Nie Cai.
"Don't turn on the air conditioner!"
Ms. Ma stretched out her hand and shouted, her face pretending to be calm.
"Why can't the air conditioner be turned on? There are so many people in the room. Is it OK to turn it on for a while?"
Nie Cai smiled, turned slightly to one side, and deftly avoided the opponent's grasp.
"ah… "
Ms. Ma was too busy because of her body. When she took a chance, she immediately lost her balance. With an ouch, her whole body fell heavily onto the sofa.
The fabric sofa made a creaking sound, which made people worry that this thin sofa would fall apart.
"The air conditioner is broken, and it short-circuited when you pressed it!"
Ms. Ma made up an excuse at random and said quickly.
"Really? Why does there seem to be a footprint on the window sill? Is there someone hiding outside the air conditioner, so you don't let me turn on the air conditioner?"
Nie Cai sneered, pointed at the window sill with the remote control, and said.
After hearing Nie Cai's words, Ms. Ma's face suddenly turned pale!
Looking in the direction Nie Cai pointed, Dean Liu woke up from a dream and said loudly: "Go and take a look outside to see if there is anything going on!"
He had already become suspicious when Ms. Ma stopped Nie Cai from turning on the air conditioner. Now Nie Cai pointed out the footprints, and his eyes suddenly lit up as if he had discovered a new world.
The reason why Ms. Ma tried so hard to stop her was not because the air conditioner was broken, but probably for other reasons.
Perhaps, Zhang Fuqiang, whom they have been unable to find, is hiding outside the window sill!
"There is a space outside that can indeed hide people!"
A bailiff stuck his head out and reported to Dean Liu.
"Take a stick and poke it with it. This Zhang Fuqiang must be hiding inside!"
Dean Liu had a look of surprise on his face and immediately shouted.
The bailiff carries a riot stick with him. This kind of stick is quite long and can be used to poke through the air conditioner hanging outside the window.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside the window sill.
"Stop stabbing, you'll kill someone again!"
A broken gong-like voice came in from the window, and the sound was extremely frightening.
"It's Zhang Fuqiang, that damn bastard!"
Sister Guo's expression changed and she gritted her teeth instantly.