After Fangzheng opened the door, he saw the old magic stick, the aunt next door, and her son all standing outside the door.
Seeing that Fangzheng opened the door, the old magic stick complained to Fangzheng, why didn't he open the door after barking for so long, making him worry outside the door.
The old magician went into the house while complaining. At this time, regardless of the aunt's dissuasion, the aunt and the son wanted to take the opportunity to sneak in. It seemed that they had bad intentions. As a result, Fang Zheng shut the door with a slam. , ate a nose gray.
"Hey, hey, open the door, why do you close the door and not let us in?"
"Are you trying to take the opportunity to steal something inside?"
"Hurry up and open the door. If you don't open the door, I will report to the police that someone broke into the house and burglarized!"
"Master Dao, as long as you are willing to teach me kung fu like your apprentice, I will not report you!!"
The aunt's son knocked on the door and shouted threateningly.
502 just closed the door, and immediately opened it from the inside. Fangzheng smiled harmlessly, and looked at the son of the aunt next door who raised his hand and patted the door with a hehe smile.
"According to our country's law, trespassing on a private house is punishable by detention for no more than 15 days and a fine of 1,000 yuan. If the circumstances are serious, such as restricting the freedom of others, illegally searching people, illegally infringing on people, and illegally trespassing with a murder weapon, the person shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of up to three years. "
"Call the police, anyway, you are an accomplice, no matter how bad you are, you are a tool to commit crimes, and you are a partner in committing crimes. You'd better be lucky now. It's better for the two of us not to carry a murder weapon into the house. Otherwise, you will go to jail with us I've been a cellmate here for several years."
After Fangzheng finished speaking, he didn't pay any attention to the gnawing old man with a look of pig liver, and the door was closed.
After being punished by such a general punishment as Fang Zheng, sure enough, the man who gnawed on the old man no longer dared to speak up. Now he can only pray that Fang Zheng and the old god stick really are not burglars.
Fangzheng no longer cared about the quarrel between the aunt and her son outside the door, but continued to walk towards the kitchen, and the old master hurriedly followed.
"Little brother, it's still you talking arrogantly. The old man, I saw that guy was upset a long time ago. He didn't have any vision. He actually told the old man that he wanted to learn Shaolin Kung Fu. I'm afraid this guy is not a stick maker. I'm disgusted by the old man with a pure heart. .”
Fangzheng didn't answer, but came to the kitchen and asked, "Old God Stick, are you in this room and smell something strange?"
"Strange smell?" The old magic stick turned his head and looked around in confusion.
"I didn't smell it."
"Little brother, did you smell something again?"
The old god stick asked carefully.
The last time Fangzheng asked him this question, he also broke into a private house to find someone. He didn't smell anything. In the end, he found a headless male corpse on the back of the bed.
The old magic stick sometimes thought to himself, Fangzheng's nose must belong to a dog.
Doesn't the nose of a single dog belong to a dog
"Oh, forget it if you don't smell it." Fangzheng's gaze continued to look around every detail in the kitchen.
The old god stick made Zhang Ruju's old face bitter: "Little brother, your nose feels like an ominous prophecy to the old man, yes, it's like the European and American blockbuster Death Is Coming that you watched a few years ago... Last time you said this When they said exactly the same words, nothing good happened, and a headless corpse was found directly from the backrest of the bed... Could it be that another corpse was found from the backrest of the bed this time?"
Unknown prophecy nose, you ghost!
Fangzheng glanced at the old magic stick. In fact, there was one thing he didn't tell the old magic stick.
He didn't just say this to the old god stick.
He also said the same to Sun Yushu.
Then, that day, he ate a dead meal at Sun Yushu's house.
"Little brother, I heard that a dog's eyes and nose are very sensitive. It can see and smell special things that humans can't see and smell...Little brother, the nose of your single dog may have at least 20 years of skill." Right?" The old magic stick originally said it as a joke, but when he saw Fangzheng's expression was wrong, he immediately stopped talking.
What a goddamn single dog nose!
Several black lines hung down Fangzheng's forehead: "Old god stick, then you, a single dog, have at least sixty or seventy years of skill?"
"Why don't you smell a special smell that you shouldn't smell?"
The old god stick smiled sarcastically: "How can I compare you with my little brother, I am an old man. I am an old bachelor at best, and this nose has degenerated."
Fangzheng hehe.
He opened the lid of a trash can in the kitchen, and said to the old god stick: "Old god stick, do me a favor."
"What's the matter, little brother, just talk about it." The old magic stick answered happily.
"Use your sixty or seventy-year-old bachelor's nose to help me smell if there is a rotten smell of fruit peels and takeaway soup in this trash can."
The old god stick looked at the trash can, and his face turned green immediately.
"Little brother, old man, I suddenly realized that your nose is not the nose of a single dog. After all, little brother already has younger siblings, so how can you be like the old man." The old god stick took the initiative to give in.
That thing is a trash can.
He's not a fetish.
Who has nothing to smell if a trash can stinks.
Fangzheng didn't really embarrass the old god stick. He looked down and saw some fish and seafood viscera in the trash can. The smell in the house was the smell of rotting seafood coming from the trash can.
It seems that since the family accident, no one has cooked in Chen Miaoqi's house for a long time, otherwise the garbage would not have been left for so long.
Boom.
The trash can is covered again.
The pungent and rotten smell has faded a lot.
However, Fangzheng frowned.
Maybe it's because his physique is different from others, and his nose is particularly sensitive. He always feels that the rotten smell he smells in the house is a bit different from the rotten smell in this trash can...
But after he sniffed it carefully, he couldn't find the source of the smell for a while.
The smell is very mild.
As the wind blows in from the balcony and the air circulates, the smell is even less.
After searching the kitchen, nothing was found in the kitchen. Fangzheng pondered for a while, and started to walk towards the bedroom. He didn't know which bedroom belonged to Chen Jianbang and his wife, which belonged to Chen Miaoqi and Chen Zhixing, so he picked a bedroom at random.
Unexpectedly, the first bedroom door opened was the bedroom of Chen Jianbang and his wife.
Because there are many travel photos of the couple hanging on the wall.
The bedroom of Chen Jianbang and his wife is very simple. There is only a bed, wardrobe, air conditioner, wall-mounted TV, etc. at a glance. After opening the wardrobe and taking a few casual glances, Fangzheng exits the bedroom and gently closes the door, then walks to another bedroom.
squeak...
Fangzheng pushed open the door.
"Hey, there is a poster on the back of the door, little brother, it seems that the person living in this room is the missing person we are looking for, Chen Zhixing."
The old magic stick pointed to the back of the bedroom door. Fangzheng looked over, and saw a basketball superstar poster on the back of the door.
This looks like a boy's bedroom.
It seems that Chen Zhixing is still a basketball fan who loves sports.
Turning his gaze from the door, Fangzheng looked at Chen Zhixing's bedroom with a thoughtful expression in his gaze.
"Little brother, that's Chen Zhixing's bed, should we continue to disassemble the headboard and back of the bed this time?"
The old magic stick walked around from the door to the bedside table, spit on the palm of his hand with a bah sound, rolled up the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and prepared to tear down the bed with Fangzheng.
(end of this chapter)