It was too troublesome to find someone to get the keys. Han Bo waved his hands with Ge Zhengjian, put the car aside for the time being, first lifted the rolling gate that was halfway there, and observed the garage that I didn't have time to see last night.

I didn't know if I didn't come in, but I found that this place was not small.

There is a bathroom in the middle and a large bedroom in the middle. It is separated by the door and a small kitchen that can wash vegetables and cook.

I have never lived in anyone since the renovation, so naturally there will be no household appliances and kitchen utensils. There are no beds in the bedroom, and it has almost become a utility room filled with all kinds of miscellaneous items, including high-end tobacco and alcohol, tea, health products and other gifts. The boss is like this, packing good cigarettes and good wines in boxes, especially during this period before the Spring Festival, someone gave them to him, but he still had to give them to others.

Han Bo estimated that the trunk of the Audi sedan was also full of cigarettes and alcohol. He looked around, took out his gloves and put them on, and started the inspection from the innermost health bureau.

From the inside out, I carefully checked it and found that there were only high-end gifts and some cosmetics that the hostess didn't like to use during her lifetime, no highly toxic chemicals, and even unused paint or paints for decoration.

After walking out of the garage, the two of them observed the surrounding environment again.

Ge Zhengjian pointed to a car parked in front of the west unit and sighed: "Han, I found that buying a ground garage is more cost-effective than buying an underground parking space. It can be installed inside and can be used to live in and cook. There is still a place to park if the car does not drive in, and the entrance of the parking garage will not affect others' entry and exit."

"How much does a garage cost per square meter, and how much does an underground parking space cost?" Han Bo asked back and pulled down the rolling gate.

"The garage is of course expensive, Director Han, I suddenly thought of a question. Tan Xingtao is so rich and works in engineering. Logically speaking, he should buy a high point. The first floor has a bad view and the sunshine is not good. How could he choose this set?"

"Each carrots and vegetables have their own preferences. Some people like to stand high and see far, while others think that they can live below and be more at ease. If everyone thinks like you, wouldn't those newly developed properties be sold on the first and second floors?"

Ge Zhengjian smiled awkwardly and followed Han Bo through the back door and entered the deceased's house again.

The two people who were discussing the air conditioner just now were not there. A middle-aged man in his forties wearing a winter cotton jacket stood in the corner of the living room with a cigarette in his mouth as if he was thinking.

"Hou Team Hou Team, after inquiring about Unit 1 of Building 2, I didn't find suspicious!"

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The walkie-talkie is placed on the coffee table, and the sound of electric currents and calls keep ringing.

Han Bo sat on the sofa and studied this really not a big space again.

"Han is good, Zhao Rongsheng, the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Xinyang Municipal Bureau, it is honored to know you." The middle-aged man recovered and walked over to sit on the sofa, took out a box of cigarettes and greeted him.

"No smoking, thank you."

Han Bo didn't bother with him, looked at the north window and then the south balcony window, and went straight to the topic: "Team Zhao, although this house is on the first floor, it is actually on the second floor. There are anti-theft windows outside, and the community property is quite responsible. It can be said that the murderer is unlikely to poison through the window.

I searched downstairs and looked upstairs yesterday. There were no highly toxic chemicals inside and outside, only some daily chemicals, but they did die of cyanide-chemical poisoning. Where did cyanide-chemical come from and how the murderer was thrown in. I think these situations must be clarified."

It's best to go straight, that's the best.

Zhao Rongsheng only slept for two and a half hours at night. After arranging the work of each group, he rushed over to see the scene. He really didn't have the time and energy to report slowly.

He lit a cigarette and looked back at the direction of the restaurant and bedroom: "Han, I know the importance of figuring out the suspect's method of committing crimes. The problem is that there are too few things I have mastered now, and no valuable physical evidence or clues were collected on-site investigation, so I can only sit here and guess."

He obviously did not intend to waste any resources on this suspicious point, and his tone was a bit helpless.

Isn’t it just a random guess? With this time, it’s better to check the social relationships of the deceased. As the task force, he is the first person in charge, and Han Bo can understand his mood.

But this case is too strange, so strange that it looks a bit like the "secret room murder case" in the novel. The direction must not be missed, and no matter what should be investigated, it must not be missed.

Han Bo picked up a frame from the display stand, looked at the "family portrait" in the frame, and said, "Team Zhao, many cases look complicated at first glance. When the case is successfully solved, you will find that the case is not that complicated. This is similar to doing magic. The room is so big and there are so many props. How did this trick change? Put some effort to analyze the clues."

"Han Chu, I know what you mean, I will find a way."

"Thank you for your hard work, call me if you need any support."

The man was busy, and Han Bo didn't want to cause trouble for him, so he left his mobile phone number, walked out of the deceased's house, continued to scramble in the community, and went outside after scrambling inside.

It is not an exaggeration to describe Xinyang as "the ground is not three feet wide".

The community where the deceased's family is located and even several residential areas around it were all built with half of the mountain. Han Bo walked around and climbed to the top of the mountain.

"Han, the wind is strong above, and there is nothing good here." Ge Zhengjian followed, supported his legs with both hands, and bent over and panted.

"There is a good view here and you can see the surrounding terrain."

Han Bo looked at the community at the foot of the mountain, then looked back at the road built on the hillside, and sighed: "There is no right to speak without investigation. The roads in front of the community are restricted, and the roads on the mountain are not restricted. The possibility of highly toxic chemicals leaking cannot be 100%.

"Han Chu, are you saying that poisonous gas blowing from here and just blowing into the deceased's house?"

"The straight line is one kilometer, and the altitude is different, which sounds a bit incredible. There are all kinds of wonders in the world, especially nature, sometimes it is really wonderful, such as raining, not falling on the bridge, but very big on the other side of the bridge."

Ge Zhengjian thought about it and suddenly shook his head: "Han Chu, if there is indeed a highly toxic chemical leak, it is just a coincidence, it is just an accident, but it is impossible for them to open the window before their death."

The young man made a reasonable analysis, but there were no so many coincidences in the world.

Instead of going down the mountain from the same road, Han Bo chose a small path and walked down while grabbing the branches, he analyzed: "All signs indicate that the poison gas was spreading in the house of the deceased. It suddenly exploded. However, the container could not be found, and the residue could not be detected. What does this mean? It means that the fixed-time bomb was hidden in a place we could not even imagine."

Ge Zhengjian stopped, looking confused.
Chapter completed!