this is an address
Moreover, Mu Fan quickly understood that this was where the suspect Huo Dacheng was staying.
At this moment, Xia Yuqing and He Xiaopang are squatting outside this apartment.
Mu Fan re-inserted the saber into his waist, closed the curtain, and walked out of the room.
Walking out of the Traveler's House, Mu Fan scanned the surroundings calmly.
After confirming that no one was following him, he walked to the intersection and got on a public carriage.
This kind of carriage is a light four-wheeled carriage, powered by two horses, and can seat up to twenty people in one carriage. Although the speed is not fast, it is very stable.
Today, fuel has become a very scarce strategic resource.
Therefore, the public carriages covered all the main roads in Yongle District, each of which had its own fixed route, and passengers could get off at any time as long as they were on this route.
Ten minutes later, Mu Fan got off the car at the intersection of Holy Cross Street.
At this moment, it is already sunset on the western mountain, and the lights are just beginning to come on.
Mu Fan walked along the tree-lined path to No. 220 apartment building.
He slowly approached the garden on the left side of the apartment, which was not only close to the apartment, but also had enough shelter, making it an excellent surveillance point.
Sure enough, before Mu Fan entered the garden, Xia Yuqing, dressed in black, had already stepped out of the shadows.
She waved her hand at Mu Fan, pointed to the shadow on the apartment window, and whispered
"Huo Dacheng is sitting in front of the window reading a book."
"Also, half an hour ago, a man in a black coat came to visit Huo Dacheng, but he left after ten minutes."
Mu Fan carefully looked at the position of the window.
Indeed, there was a figure outlined by a light in the carved frosted glass.
At this moment, he was sitting on a recliner with a book in his arms.
He was so engrossed in watching that he remained motionless.
Xia Yuqing added, "Little Fatty went to follow the man in the black coat."
Mu Fan nodded.
However, the more he looked at the shadow on the window, the more he felt something was wrong
The general manager of a paper factory, with a junior high school education, can read books so engrossed
"terrible"
Mu Fan suddenly frowned, "Sister Yuqing, come with me"
As he said that, Mu Fan walked out of the bushes in the garden and rushed towards the door of the apartment.
Xia Yuqing was taken aback when she saw this, her eyes widened in surprise.
She didn't understand what happened, but she followed Mu Fan immediately and came to the door of the apartment.
Mu Fan stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the apartment door, and twisted it hard, only to find that the door handle did not move at all.
the door is locked
Mu Fan looked around, then suddenly kicked the door.
"Boom"
With a muffled sound, the connection between the built-in lock and the door frame broke, and the wooden door swung open backwards, hitting the wall of the rear corridor.
From the outside, the house is pitch black
Only the desk lamp in the living room casts a dim light, barely outlining the scene in the corridor.
Under the crimson moonlight, Mu Fan walked into the door.
In the spacious living room, the flames in the fireplace danced uneasily, and the flickering light reflected the shadows of the furniture on the surrounding walls, which was ethereal and eerie.
At this moment, a gas lamp was burning on the table by the window.
In the light, a fat body was sitting on a recliner, with its back to the living room door, motionless.
Mu Fan groped around the wall for a while, and finally found the switch of the chandelier in the living room.
Pata
Sparks flashed from the iron chandelier, and then the gas in the lamp tube was ignited, and the whole living room was lit up.
Xia Yuqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and inserted the dagger back into her riding boots.
Mu Fan glanced at the furnishings and the wooden floor in the living room, but did not find any unusual traces.
He walked to the window, looked down, and saw that the person on the recliner was Huo Dacheng.
At this moment, his obese body is nestled on the recliner like a puddle of mud, holding an industry magazine in his arms in a gray robe, with his drooping head hanging down, just blocking his chest