Chapter 391 Drawer

Jiang Cheng knows a little about the profession of illustrator, because he has a regular client who does this. It is a job that involves drawing illustrations.

Although he looks relaxed, he is actually under a lot of pressure and faces the risk of being asked to submit manuscripts, which is similar to writing suspense novels.

According to the information about Lin Chen that he had pieced together before, Jiang Cheng profiled her in his mind and felt that this job was suitable for her.

"If we continue to investigate like this, I'm afraid it will be too late." Hua Luo was impatient, which may be related to the information he received. "We can't wait any longer. I suggest that we go to room 808 to take a look while the people in building 3 haven't come back yet."

You can understand his impatience. After all, the mission deadline is only 7 days, and more than half of it has passed.

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

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

"Oh, right." Jiao Tailang seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked at everyone and said, "Not all men who entered Sister Qing's room were killed. The landlord didn't die, but it wasn't because he wasn't bad, but Sister Qing thought he was still useful."

Wan Yuanning frowned, "So the landlord's injuries were done by Weng Qing?"

"Yeah." Jiao Tailang swallowed his saliva. He had seen the injuries on the landlord's body and face, and they were very scary. "In fact, the landlord looked pretty good before, but he was also a man who liked to play with women's feelings. Sister Qing wanted to prevent him from harming people again, so she put him..."

Jiao Tailang didn't say the rest, but everyone knew it. With the landlord's current appearance, it would be difficult for him to hook up with girls again.

As soon as Jiao Tailang finished speaking, he suddenly realized that everyone was looking at him with a very strange look, "Why are you looking at me?" Jiao Tailang couldn't help but doubt.

"Nothing." Jiang Cheng changed the subject and smiled, "It seems that you and Weng Qing get along very well."

"Do you?" Jiao Tailang's cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes began to dodge, "No, why didn't I feel it."

Chu Jiu used a very childish voice to expose Jiao Tailang's disguise, "Brother Tailang." She blinked and asked, "You have been in for almost 2 hours. Have you been chatting with her?"

Everyone felt strange just now. When everyone mentioned Weng Qing, they either called her by her name or referred to her as her. Only Jiao Tailang was different. She kept calling her sister Qing how pitiful and difficult it was, which made everyone question his position.

Which side is he on?

"We" Jiao Tailang pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "We have been talking about business."

"Did you see that?" Fatty seemed to have discovered a new world, pointing at Jiao Tailang and shouting, "He just licked his lips, you saw it, I seriously suspect that this old pervert must have sold it to us!"

"No, I really didn't!" Jiao Tailang hurriedly defended, "I just think Qingjie is a good person, and she is really pitiful, and she also wants to catch Li Maoshen, and we have the same demands on this point!"

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

"No." Jiang Cheng said bluntly.

Hualuo had turned around and was about to go out. After hearing Jiang Cheng say no, he turned back, "Why not? If you wait any longer, things will change! "

Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment, and did not argue with him. He said in a very calm tone: "Have you ever thought about what would happen even if we really opened the door of Room 808?"

Wan Yuanning continued: "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 he hid it well on his face and nodded and said: "Weng Qing can appear during the day, why can't Lin Chen?"

Hearing this, the fat man's face changed slightly. If the doctor said so, then when they open the door of Room 808, it is estimated that something terrible will happen.

Weng Qing in Room 717 is obviously not the strongest existence in this book. The man in black, or Lin Chen who has a close relationship with the man in black, is.

"Mr. Hao." Hua Luo looked at him and said: "Everyone can raise questions, but the difficulty is how to solve the problem. I also know the risks here, but I think it is worth it. If you disagree, please come up with your plan and we can all sit down and discuss it. "

The fat man simply translated it in his mind, and the general meaning was don't just talk, do it if you can.

But the fat man understood that the doctor was a person who knew a lot. If he could say it, he must have thought of a solution in his mind.

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

When they arrived at the landlord's door, they found that the door was locked. There was no response from inside when they knocked on the door.

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

Due to the serious aging of the door frame, there were also wood chips flying.

The fat man didn't expect that this cross-dressing guy didn't look as gentle as he looked, and he was also a ruthless man.

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

On the huge table, even the big teacup and the tin can of tea were taken away. It seems that he will not come back in the short term.

After searching the room, there was a layer of glass on the wooden table, under which were photos and flyers of Ping An Apartment.

He looked very old, and some of the photos showed a handsome middle-aged man.

He was probably in his early 40s, with a neat flat head, wearing a floral shirt, old jeans and canvas shoes, with his neck tilted and his eyes squinting upwards, looking a bit ruffian.

This should be the landlord's previous photo.

Jiang Cheng opened the wooden drawers under the table one after another, which were filled with some sundries, until one drawer could not be opened.

Looking at the locked drawer, Jiang Cheng remembered that this drawer was the one where the landlord kept the key before.

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

"Fatty." Jiang Cheng turned to the fat man who was looking at him with a huge screwdriver and said, "Pry open this drawer."

"Okay."

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

The plastic tray must have been used for a long time, the edges and corners are worn out, and some parts have turned yellow.

There are many hooks on the tray, and keys are hung on them.