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Chapter 770 Unlocking the Secrets of the Cheap Owner's Single Apartment
The only question is where to go back to.

Just now, he had already witnessed firsthand the destructive power of Jiang Hanying after drinking.

And even now, he doesn't seem to show any signs of wanting to sleep, so he's probably somewhere between being excited and sober due to alcohol, and it's unclear how long this state will last.

If he weren't restrained by the seatbelt and the car windows weren't locked, Li Chengxiao felt that the person next to him could climb onto the roof and enjoy the breeze.

Of course, even now that I'm strapped into my seat with a seatbelt, I'm still not very well-behaved.

The whole person was like there were nails scattered all over the chair and backrest, making all sorts of little noises.

He quickly thought of all the places he could go back to and decided on his destination in just three seconds.

The closest one to here!

"We'll be there in ten more minutes."

"Then drive faster, it's so stuffy!"

Even if it's stuffy, you can't open the car window. "Okay, put your hand back first."

Jiang Hanying blinked, withdrew her hand from between the buttons of her cheap master's shirt, and added, "I just touched you lightly to see if you've lost weight."

Li Chengxiao: "..."

That's a pretty good reason.

Exactly ten minutes later, the car turned into a small and quiet underground parking lot in a residential area.

"Where is this?"

Although she was a little dizzy, she was certain that she had never been to this place before.

“I bought this house because of the mission I was on. After the mission ended, I couldn’t sell it, so I kept it. When I stayed in Beijing, I would stay here as well as when I went back to my old house and my uncle’s place.”

Jiang Hanying nodded and gave a soft "oh".

I understand. This was the owner's previous small studio apartment, his secret little hideout.

Why can't I resell it?

"Because someone died across the street."

Jiang Hanying: "Could the one who died be the target you were tasked with killing?"

"clever!"

"Hehe, that's right."

Actually, there's another advantage to living here: it's quiet, and not many people know about this place, making it perfect for being alone.

But now, looking at the person next to him, from today onwards, this should no longer be his small studio apartment.

Considering the extremely simple layout inside, it seems we'll need to add some more things later.

After parking the car in the parking space, Li Chengxiao unlocked the passenger door.

Jiang Hanying unbuckled her seatbelt and eagerly pushed open the car door to get out, but was pulled back. "What are you doing?"

"There are surveillance cameras. Wear a mask before you go down."

It must be said that this decision was very prescient. There was no one else when they got on the elevator in the underground parking lot, but after the elevator went up to the first floor and the doors opened, three more people got on.

A young couple, who looked to be just adults.

The boy was carrying a food bag, so he looked like he had just come back from eating out.

There was also a woman wearing a full set of plush pajamas, also wearing a mask, and carrying a bag with something written on it. After coming up, she quickly pressed the floor button and stood in the corner with her head down, not moving.

Jiang Hanying touched the mask that was firmly on her face; it wasn't hard to see.

However, when the young couple turned their heads for the third time, thinking they were looking at her subtly, she couldn't help herself.

Why are you all staring at me like that?

"Um," the girl in the couple finally couldn't hold back and pointed to the lit elevator button, "Miss, do you live on the thirteenth floor?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm a little unsure. You guys are really brave."

It was late at night, and she didn't dare to say directly that someone had died on the thirteenth floor of this building. She heard that the dead family wanted to publish a newspaper and secretly made explosives to take everyone in the building down with them. Fortunately, they were discovered in advance and simply chose to commit suicide at home. Just thinking about it makes you realize how deep their resentment was!

If she and her boyfriend hadn't wanted to live together outside, and if the rent in this building wasn't much cheaper than in other places, they wouldn't have dared to choose to rent a place here.

Ultimately, it's all because of poverty! But looking at the cheongsam and embroidered shawl that this young lady is wearing, they really look like they were hand-embroidered. And the quality of the clothes worn by the silent gentleman next to her, they don't look like poor people at all!

it's wired!
The elevator stopped on the eleventh floor first.

The young couple exited the elevator first.

As the elevator doors closed, it continued to rise, this time stopping on the thirteenth floor.

Jiang Hanying glanced at the still-lit fourteenth floor, took her cheap master's hand and stepped out of the elevator. Only after hearing the elevator doors close behind her did she speak: "That lady just now smelled of blood."

Although she must have cleaned it on purpose and even sprayed some what was probably air freshener to cover it up, she was still someone who could detect even the slightest trace of blood through her nose.

Li Chengxiao raised an eyebrow. "You've improved."

They know to avoid talking about such sensitive topics in front of people first.

"What's your look?"

"An appreciative look."

Jiang Hanying immediately raised her chin; she was happy to be praised!
"arrive."

This is a very common two-elevator, four-unit building structure, with a connecting corridor in the middle. The entrance doors for units 1301 and 1302 are quite close to each other.

When the cheap owner entered the password to open the door, Jiang Hanying turned her head to look at 1302, which she had just passed.

Unremarkable.

No one lives inside, but the entrance is clean and there's even a cartoon-themed doormat on the floor.

There was no indication whatsoever that someone had died inside this room.

Li Chengxiao opened the door and turned around to see her peeking around. "Want to go take a look?"

"Can we go in?"

"The key is under the carpet."

"Aren't you afraid someone will break in and steal things if you just leave it like this?"

"Most people wouldn't want to enter this door unless they're in dire straits."

"That's true."

But I'd rather not go in and take a look. It's just that someone died there, it's not a big deal to her.

After glancing one last time at the carpet where the key was hidden, Jiang Hanying decided to step into the cheap owner's small studio apartment.

The living room is right inside when you come in.

The area is indeed not large, and there is almost no decoration. There are white walls all around and light-colored tiles on the floor.

A few basic pieces of furniture were neatly arranged.

The only advantage it has is that it looks very clean.

After all, there aren't many items.

However, since no one was hired to clean the house after the Lunar New Year, there is still a thin layer of inconspicuous dust in various parts of the house.

"Let me clean up first before you sit down," Li Chengxiao said, taking off his coat and hanging it up. He then took the shawl that was handed to him and hung it up as well. He rolled up his sleeves and went into the bathroom to fetch a basin of water, soak a towel, and rinse the mop.

Seeing that he was busy and had no intention of helping, Jiang Hanying strolled around the other rooms with her hands behind her back.

The kitchen looked like it hadn't been used much; there were no cooking utensils, and only a few drinking cups were placed on the sideboard.

There are two bedrooms, one facing south and one facing north. The master bedroom facing south only has a 1.5-meter bed and a row of wardrobes, without even a bedside table.

The bedroom on the north side has been converted into a small study, with bookshelves filled with books and a book that has been read for about a third of its length lying on the table.

Looking at the whole house, only the small study has a bit of a lived-in feel.

After returning to the living room from the tour, Jiang Hanying, seeing the still-busy owner, commented sharply: "Your house is so shabby!"

"At the time, I just wanted something that people could live in," Li Chengxiao said, patting the sofa. "The sofa was just wiped clean, so you can sit on it now."

Jiang Hanying immediately walked over and sat down on the sofa, leaning against the armrest. She looked at her cheap owner who was half-kneeling and cleaning under the sofa, stepped on his thigh, and opened her mouth to tease him when she heard a "thump".

The two of them looked up at the ceiling.

The next second, "Bang!" came another sound.

"Is there a fight upstairs?"