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The glass was scattered all over the ground due to the impact of lemons. Xiao Han looked at the culprit Lemon with a gloomy face, but did not say much.

Although Lemon's motivation for doing things is good, this behavior is too abnormal, right?

Just to see the inside of Room 17 clearly from the outside, I smashed the glass with lemon. What did this guy think? Is this person’s brain circuit your mother’s maze?

Now I can see clearly, but I get into trouble.

After a while, a middle-aged woman in curly hair in a black skirt walked out of the apartment door.

Although she has reached middle age, she is still somewhat beautiful and must have been a beauty when she was young.

The woman looked at Lemon holding a slingshot, looked at your not-so-luxury clothes, and walked towards her angrily.

"Who did this stupid thing?"

When the woman saw that the few people did not answer her, she immediately frowned.

"What are you little kids doing? If you don't learn well at a young age, you'll smash other people's glass to play with?"

"Ahem, this lady, sorry, this is your house?" Chen Xuan asked tentatively.

"Can your house be yours be it not? Tell me, what's going on? Did you mess with your glass in my house? Do you have to smash my glass to play with?"

The woman was tucked into her waist, and her angry expression had not yet disappeared, and her eyebrows were filled with resentment.

Xiao Han glanced at the middle-aged woman. It seemed that she should be the female landlord of Hutt's apartment. It was normal. In the 1920s, glass was considered a very expensive item, so if they smashed it and didn't compensate, the female landlord would have to pay more money in vain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for this beautiful lady. We were wrong. We smashed the glass of your house while playing." Chen Xuan apologized while taking out a pound note from Xiao Han's pocket and handed it to the middle-aged woman. "Do you think this is good? Take us up and see if anything has been smashed. If any losses are caused, we will compensate according to the price. There should be residents on this, and I hope they won't hit that resident."

The female landlord looked at the banknotes in Chen Xuan's hand and his face relaxed slightly.

"Hmph, you're lucky. The gentleman who rented a house has gone out these days, otherwise you will feel good! Come with me and pay for the broken things. Be careful in the future. Don't be too naughty. Next time, if I find out that you smashed the glass, I will turn you into the police station!"

As he said these words, the female landlord turned around and took the three to the apartment No. 17.

"Speaking of this, is a gentleman living here? How long has he been out?"

"It's probably about a week."

The female landlord said casually, while opening the door of No. 17. As soon as she opened the door, a cool breeze instantly blew up from the smashed glass.

This is a small living room, with all kinds of paper bags piled up on the table in a mess, and the floor was covered with broken glass, and a yellow lemon lay quietly on the floor.

"Lemon! Look at the fucking good things you did!"

"It's okay, just break a piece of glass. You just need to pay the money. There's no need to blame your companion too much."

Chen Xuan glanced at the female landlord's expression. From being furious, to now having a pound of pounds, he could even dissuade them from accusing Lemon. In theory, it was a bad thing that Lemon did first. Why did he become ours now?

Sure enough, this is the power of money. A pound was indeed not a small amount in that era.

In addition, Chen Xuan only wants to sigh at one thing-

It's so fucking good to have money.

"Then it happens, landlord, please go and do it first. Let's clean the glass shards in this house."

"Hahahaha, this kid is so sensible, so let's do it, I'll wait for you downstairs."

The female landlord took a pound of banknotes and put them in her pocket, but she didn't take out her hand for a long time. It seemed that she was holding it tightly. After all, this was a pound! She smiled kindly at the three of them and turned around and left. Before leaving, Xiao Han heard her humming a small song.

Is this the power of money?

"Okay, now let's take this opportunity to see if there are any clues in Mr. Gerald's home." Chen Xuan saw that both of them were watching the landlady go away and did not speak for a long time. He immediately proposed, but he turned around and gave another order to Lemon who was looking for searching. "Okay, Lemon, don't make any more troubles, so now, can you clean the glass slags you smashed down on the ground?"

"Okay, I'll go sweeping the floor." Lemon's face was a little gloomy. While finding tools to clean the room from the corner, he started to clean it silently.

Without the interference of Lemon, the living treasure, Chen Xuan and Xiao Han breathed a sigh of relief and searched Mr. Gerald's room.

From Xiang Lan's mouth, they learned that Mr. Gerald is also a detective like them, and it is not easy to find clues from his fellow travelers' homes.

Fortunately, Mr. Gerald seemed to have gone far away, so some things were not available to clean up. After all, this missing case was too bizarre and weird.

Xiao Han noticed that on a small table next to the coffee table, there was an old typewriter. He had seen this typewriter in his book. As long as the paper is placed into the front end of the typewriter and then the letters he wanted to print on the keyboard, the words will be printed on the paper. However, at present, there was no Sogou and iFLYTEK input method in the last century, so Chinese characters cannot be printed.

However, what attracted Xiao Han's attention was not the typewriter itself, but the bottom of the typewriter, which was pressed by it.

Carefully pulled it out from the bottom of the typewriter. Xiao Han saw that there were various clippings in the file bag. Through the comparison of the clippings, it was easy to find that these clippings were cut from different newspapers. Despite this, Xiao Han still found a completely consistent clue from them.

That is, these clippings involve a word "ART". Translated into Chinese, it is art. It is enough to see that this word is the keyword of all clippings.

In addition to this keyword, he also found another keyword from the clippings, but it seems to be a personal name—

"PatrickWinslow".

In Chinese, Patrick Winslow.

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Chapter completed!