Jiang Cheng knows a little bit about the profession of illustrator, because he has a regular client who does this. He is a job with painting and illustrator as his profession.

It seems that people are more laid-back, but in fact, the pressure is quite high, and they also face the risk of being reminded, which is the same as those who write suspenseful novels.

According to Lin Chen's information pieced together before, Jiang Cheng profiled her in his mind, and felt that this job was also suitable for her.

"Let’s keep doing this now, I’m afraid it’s too late." Hua Luo behaved rather impatiently, which may also be related to the information he received, "We can’t wait any longer, I suggest taking advantage of the fact that the people in Building 3 have not returned yet. , Go to Room 808 and take a look."

Everyone can understand his impatience. After all, the mission time limit is only 7 days, and more than half of it has now passed.

"But we... don't have a key," said the fat man.

"We can go to the landlord." Hua Luo said quickly, "He must have a spare key."

"That's right." Jiao Tailang suddenly remembered something, and looked at everyone and said: "Not all the men who entered the love sister's room were killed. The landlord was not dead, but it was not because others were not bad. , But Sister Qing thinks he is still useful."

Wan Yuanning frowned, "So the landlord's injury...weng Qing did it?"

"Yeah." Jiaotai swallowed his saliva. The landlord had wounds on his face. He had seen them. They were very scary. "Actually, the landlord looked pretty good before, but he is also a man who loves to play with women's feelings. In order to prevent him from harming people again, Sister Qing treated him..."

The rest of the words were not said by Jiao Tailang, but everyone knew it, and based on the appearance of the landlord, it might be difficult to hook up with girls anymore.

As soon as Jiao Tailang spoke, he suddenly realized that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, "You...what do you see me doing?" Jiao Tailang couldn't help wondering.

"Nothing." Jiang Cheng said with a smile, "It seems that you and Wengqing are getting along very well."

"Yes...Is there?" Jiao Tailang's cheeks reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes began to dodge, "No way, why didn't I feel it."

Chu Jiu pierced the disguise of Jiao Tailang with a very immature voice, "Brother Taro." She blinked and asked, "You have been in for almost 2 hours. Have you been chatting with her?"

Just now everyone thought it was weird. When everyone mentioned Weng Qing, they either referred to her by name or referred to her. Only Jiao Tailang is different. How is she, how pitiful, and why not? Easy, this can't help but make everyone question his position.

On earth is he...Which side is he on?

"We..." Jiao Tailang pursed his lower lip, and said hesitantly: "I've really been talking...talking about business."

"Have you seen it!" The fat man seemed to have discovered the New World and yelled at Jiao Tailang, "He just licked his lower lip, you can see it, I seriously suspect that 80% of this old man was sold to us!"

"No, I really don't!" Jiao Tailang hurriedly argued: "I just think that Sister Qing is a good person and really pitiful, and she also wants to catch Li Maoshen. We agree on this point!"

"Okay, okay." Hua Luo also felt a headache, and simply changed the subject, "Now let's go downstairs to the landlord and ask him to hand over the key to room 808."

"No." Jiang Cheng said straightforwardly.

Hua Luo had already turned around and was about to go outside. After hearing Jiang Cheng say no, he turned back, "Why not? Wait any longer, Chi will change!"

Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment, without arguing with him, and said in a very calm tone: "Have you ever thought about it, even if we really open the door of 808, what will happen?"

Guan Yuanning answered, "Are you worried that Lin Chen is also in room 808?"

Glancing at her, Jiang Cheng's interest in this woman has shifted from her figure to her identity, but his face is well hidden. He nodded and said, "Weng Qing can appear during the day, why can't Lin Chen?"

Hearing that the fat man's face changed slightly, if he were to follow the doctor's words, then when they opened the door of Room 808, something terrible would happen.

The Weng Qing in Room 717 is obviously not the strongest existence in this book, the man in black, or Lin Chen, who is closely related to the man in black, is.

"Mr. Hao." Hua Luo looked at him and said: "Anyone can ask questions, but it is rare to solve the problem. I know the risks involved, but I think it is worth it. If you disagree, please come up with your plan. We can all sit down and discuss."

Fatty translates it briefly in his mind, which probably means don't just beep, you can do it.

But the fat man understood that the doctor was a very well-known person, and if he could say it, he must have already figured out a countermeasure in his heart.

"Go downstairs first." Jiang Cheng got up and said to the people behind him: "Go to the landlord and ask about 808."

When I came to the landlord’s door, I found that the door had been locked, and there was no response when I knocked on the door.

Hua Luo asked everyone to step back~lightnovelpub.net~ and then lifted the corners of the skirt, exerted force on the waist, and kicked the door open with a clean side kick.

Due to the serious aging of the door frame, sawdust splashed.

The fat man didn't expect that this lady's big lady didn't look so gentle at all, and he was also a cruel master.

After going in and looking around, she found that the landlord was not there. Guan Yuanning analyzed that she might have run away, worrying that everyone would come to him for revenge.

On the huge table, even the big tea cup and the tin cans for tea have been taken away. It seems that they will not be back in the short term.

Turned the room all over, the wooden table was covered with a layer of glass, under the glass were photographs, and the leaflet of the safe apartment.

It looked very old, and some of them were handsome middle-aged men.

He was in his early 40s, with a neatly combed flat head, wearing a flowered shirt, distressed jeans and canvas shoes, tilted his neck, squinted upwards, and looked a little bit stubborn.

This should be the previous photo of the landlord.

Jiang Cheng opened the wooden drawers one after another under the table, filled with some sundries, until one drawer couldn't be opened.

Looking at this locked drawer, Jiang Cheng remembered that this drawer was the same drawer where the landlord stored the keys before.

The room key given to them last time was taken out of this drawer.

"Fat man." Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at the fat man with a huge screwdriver and said, "Pry this drawer open."

"good."

After the drawer was pried open, everyone gathered around. The inside was very clean, with only a relatively large curved plastic tray.

The plastic disc should have been used for a long time, the edges and corners are worn out, and some places have turned yellow.

There are many hooks on the plate, and a handful of keys are hung on them.

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