"The 18th floor is not easy to sell?" Lin Qiupu said, "Is it because the 18th floor reminds people of the 18th floor hell? I have also bought a house before, although I have heard that the 13th, 14th, and 18th floors are unlucky. Single is yang, double is yin and so on, but no one seems to care about these when actually buying a house."
The sales lady shook her head and said: "In fact, everyone still cares, especially middle-aged and elderly people, and some buyers of non-urban household registration. I have seen only the 18th floor that cannot be sold, more than once."
Chen Shi asked: "You said this house is unique, but there are several units in this building. Shouldn't there be such a room on each floor?"
"The other floors are divided into three small rooms for takeaway. Only this unit is a large room. In fact, this house was originally promised by the developer to give it to the designer, but later the designer immigrated to a foreign country and we took the house. sold."
"Enough wayward!"
"Sir, are you interested?"
"Haha, are you very good at capturing business opportunities, how many people are fancying this house?"
"It hasn't officially opened yet, but several companies plan to buy it. If you want, you can now pay the intention money."
Chen Shi thought about it, and suddenly heard the decoration coming from downstairs. He said, "Hey, there are people living in this building?"
"Some houses have already been sold."
"It's weird. If it opens, isn't it the whole building sold together?"
"Well, I just told you that this house was originally given to the designer by the developer. When it opened last time, the designer went abroad, so it is left to open with Phase C now."
"In other words, there is only one house in this building and no owner."
"Yes!"
"Could you please provide me with the name of the person who wants to buy this suite."
The sales lady hesitated and said that it was a commercial secret and it was not easy to disclose, and she needed to inform the manager.
The three returned to the sales department. After a while, a fat manager with a greasy face came over and shook hands with them, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, we can't provide the list you asked for because it has not officially opened yet. Who will be the specifics? If you want this house, you don’t have to. It’s all verbal expressions. You know, people who come to see the house will also look at this and that, but that’s not correct."
Chen Shi said: "There are only a few hundred customers here. You have dozens of salespersons. One person may receive ten or so. Every customer has been following up for a long time. Why is it not clear?"
"Now the salespersons are not all here. Where can I ask? Please help me!"
"I'm curious why the house alone is left."
"This is the situation..."
The manager’s rhetoric was exactly the same as that of the sales lady. He almost didn’t change his words. Chen Shi checked his words and thoughts, and found something strange, and said, "Are you hiding something from us?"
"No no!" The fat manager smiled and waved his hand, "How dare you be in front of the police, it's really like this!"
"I guess you won't let us look at the customer list, right?"
"Excuse me, it's not that I don't want to cooperate. These are all commercial secrets and even ordinary salesmen are not allowed to read them unless you have a clear search warrant. But I think, how can this murder have anything to do with buying a house? "
"Have you seen a movie called "Victoria One"?"
"I have seen that the love between the hero and the heroine is very touching. At that time, I went to the cinema with my wife and it was very good!"
When I heard that I was talking nonsense, Chen Shi said disdainfully: "You should search the Internet. That movie has not been shown in the mainland at all, and it is not a love story. It is about a person killing someone to buy a house!"
The manager smiled wryly: "Oh, that's it, I must have remembered it wrong. I'll see it when I go back tonight!"
Leaving the sales department, Chen Shi said to Lin Qiupu: "Go get a search warrant."
"You are too easy to say, there is no evidence where to apply for a search warrant, because the deceased intends to buy a house... Anyway, do you think this is a motive for the murder?"
"Do you know how I felt when I walked into that house? I think this house is great. I want to live in it too much. Is it possible that the murderer was another buyer who wanted this house and this house? The house itself is also strange. It is obviously so big but sold at a much lower price than the average, and it was left alone after the last opening. I actually don't believe what the manager said. I think there is a hidden secret in it!"
Lin Qiupu pondered, "But how does the murderer know the information of other buyers? Even we can't get customer information. What magical powers does he have."
"We couldn't get it because we walked through the front door. The murderer was not the person who walked through the front door. Maybe he was a sophisticated hacker. Maybe he met the father and son during the inspection."
"I have an impression of the movie you just mentioned. At the time, I thought it was crazy to kill people to buy a house?"
"You probably don’t know what’s going on in Hong Kong. Every inch of land is so expensive, and the rate of skyrocketing housing prices is daunting. Many glamorous big stars can only live in a small apartment, as well as the four-square-meter coffin house, which is sold exclusively. For migrant workers, there is nothing but a bed, and they can't even lift their heads. That movie is adapted from a real case. The so-called motive is the purpose that the murderer wants to achieve through crime. Eros, money, or freedom. Fortunately, even a limited edition sneaker has the potential to become a motivation as long as it is something humans want. Why can't a house be a motivation? Everyone wants a house!"
Lin Qiupu was silent for a moment, and said: "I have sent someone to investigate the clue of the deceased's wife. I cannot withdraw the person rashly and check this clue with no evidence, unless there is really no progress there."
Chen Shi pointed to himself, "Okay, let me follow up on this peculiar clue!"
Lin Qiupu secretly thought that Chen Shi just thought too much. This kind of motive was too exaggerated. He thought the case would not be so complicated.
Back in the bureau, Lin Dongxue and Xu Xiaodong were back, and they were chatting with fast food in the office. They were in a video when they saw Lin Qiupu entering and immediately sat upright. Lin Dongxue said, "Old Chen, you are here too!"
"The reporter ran home, can I not come? Fortunately, I'm witty, they didn't recognize me."
"How's it going?"
"Wang Zhenlong asked three questions but didn't know it, but..." Lin Dongxue smiled slyly, "I learned from Lao Chen's carbine, and after the question, I slaughtered it back to see his reaction, but we got some things in the photo."
Xu Xiaodong showed them the video taken by the mobile phone. Lin Qiupu was shocked after seeing it. Chen Shi said, "This is too weird!"