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Chapter 35 Testing
The courtyard was very tidy, not as dirty and messy as Feng Nan had imagined. The agent opened the door, and Feng Nan and Li Biao walked into the two-story building. Although the furniture in the building was a bit old, it was still clean, obviously someone had cleaned it recently.

Feng Nan nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at Li Biao and asked, "Brother Li, what do you think of this house?"

Li Biao nodded: "The house is nice, but it's a bit out of the way. It's not safe for a girl like you to live there alone, and it's also inconvenient for commuting to work. It's more suitable for retirement."

Feng Nan smiled slightly: "I don't live here often. I bought it to open a bed and breakfast, or to come and stay when I'm on vacation. Although it's a bit out of the way, the environment is nice and quiet, which is good for clearing my mind."

Hearing Feng Nan say this, the agent chimed in, "Miss Feng has excellent taste; this place is perfect for a vacation."

Li Biao nodded: "That works too."

Feng Nan looked at the real estate agent: "Do you have the design drawings or architectural layout for this building?"

The agent smiled slightly: "Of course."

"Don't be fooled by the fact that this is a self-built house. The original owner spent a lot of money to have it designed, including the interior design drawings."

"Please wait a moment, I'll go get it from the car."

With that, the agent turned and went out, jogging to retrieve the architectural blueprints.

Feng Nan stood in the courtyard, scanning the layout of the entire courtyard, pondering where she would hide the body if she were the murderer.

Feng Nan thought that if the body was hidden, it would most likely not leave this courtyard.

Although this place is remote, there is a village not far away, as well as farmland and a farmhouse inn nearby. If the original owner was murdered here, it would be quite noticeable to transport the body out, no matter how it was done.

After the report of his disappearance was filed, the news spread quickly.

It's hard to guarantee that no one will think of moving the body, so hiding the body on the spot is the safest option.

But where would the body be hidden?
Feng Nan thought it was most likely in the yard.

The news report mentioned that the person who bought the house rebuilt it on the original foundation. If the body was buried in the yard, it would be normal that they only dug up gold and not the body.

Thinking about this, Feng Nan had a headache.

Although the courtyard is not large, it is still quite difficult to dig out a body that has been buried for four years and has never been exposed.

"Looks like we'll have to hire a renovation team."

Feng Nan muttered to himself.

"Hire a renovation team?"

Li Biao, who was standing to the side, asked in confusion.

“I want to redesign the layout of the yard, dig an open-air fish pond, and then plan a garden, and plant some flowers and plants on the other side. This yard has been paved too much and needs to be dug up and rebuilt.”

"If needed, I also plan to redo the interior decoration of the house. It's been many years and looks old. The decoration style is too retro, and I don't really like it."

Feng Nan replied with a smile.

Li Biao nodded in deep agreement: "The layout here is too rural, it really doesn't suit the aesthetic of you young girls."

Feng Nan smiled slightly: "Brother Li understands me best. That's exactly what I think."

The agent came in with the blueprints: "Ms. Feng, these are the architectural blueprints and the interior design drawings. Which one would you like to see?"

"Let me take a look at the renovation first."

Feng Nan smiled.

To prevent the body from being hidden indoors, Feng Nan decided to first check the interior decoration to see if it differed from the original photos.

After all, it's not impossible that the future homeowner would deliberately conceal the body for the sake of the gold. When he was renovating, he and his family dismantled the interior themselves, so even if a body was discovered, outsiders wouldn't know.

Feng Nan took the interior design drawings and walked around the house, upstairs and downstairs.

Li Biao was puzzled by Feng Nan's behavior. She had just said that she didn't like the renovation and wanted to tear it down and redo it, so why did she seem to be doing it now?

Despite his confusion, Li Biao didn't ask.

He simply sat on the sofa and waited for Feng Nan.

Feng Nan went around and returned to the first floor. She returned the interior design drawings to the agent and then picked up the architectural design drawings to look at them.

There was only one discrepancy in the renovation, but it wasn't obvious; it was just a slight difference in the condition of the newer items. That was where the gold was hidden, and it was likely that the original owner had hidden the gold there and then re-added it. It couldn't have been a place to hide a body. If a body had been hidden there, the gold would have been moved long ago. Why would it have remained for five years?

Feng Nan took the architectural drawings and walked around again, but found nothing suspicious.

When she returned to the first floor, she found a portly man in the living room.

Judging by appearance, Feng Nan is about thirty or forty years old.

The man was talking to Li Biao at that moment.

"Who is this?"

Feng Nan asked the real estate agent standing next to her.

"This is the homeowner."

The agent replied with a smile.

Feng Nan nodded and returned the blueprints to the agent: "I'll go take a look."

"Mr. Li, what kind of work do you do? How did you get injured?"

As Feng Nan approached, she overheard these words. Feng Nan smiled slightly and spoke first: "We are police officers, it's not normal for us to be injured."

Feng Nan squinted at the man's reaction. When he heard Feng Nan say the word "police," the man's expression became unnatural, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he clearly became nervous.

"There is indeed a problem!"

Feng Nan thought to himself.

"What do you call it?"

Feng Nan sat down next to Li Biao, looked at the man, and asked with a smile.

"Lin, Lin Hu."

the man replied.

"Hello, Mr. Lin."

"My name is Feng Nan, from the Major Crimes Unit."

Feng Nan greeted him with a smile.

Since Lin Hu was feeling guilty and became nervous at the mention of the police, Feng Nan deliberately revealed her identity to scare him and put pressure on him, hoping to gain some unexpected benefits.

Sure enough, upon hearing Feng Nan's words, Lin Hu became even more nervous. His eyes subconsciously glanced towards a corner of the yard. Feng Nan squinted, taking in all of Lin Hu's little movements.

Silently memorize that direction.

I made a decision in secret: dig there first.

"Mr. Lin, I heard that this house doesn't belong to you, but to your uncle?"

Feng Nan continued to probe.

"Ah, yes!"

Lin Hu nodded.

"Mr. Lin, where did your uncle go?"

Feng Nan asked with a smile.

Lin Hu's gaze unconsciously drifted to that corner of the yard again, then quickly returned, and he said with a smile, "My uncle has been missing for four years, and I'm about to go abroad to stay with relatives, so I'm applying for a declaration of death and want to get rid of the house. If you two want it, the price is negotiable. If you're just asking, then I have other things to do and I'll have to excuse myself."

Feng Nan smiled slightly: "Of course."

"I wonder how much Mr. Lin can lower the price."

Feng Nan looked at Lin Hu with a half-smile, like a smiling fox.

Feng Nan's identity, her seemingly meaningful gaze, and the questions she asked all put a lot of pressure on Lin Hu, who was feeling guilty. He wanted to get rid of Feng Nan as soon as possible, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Two hundred and fifty thousand, but you have to pay all the agency fees and transfer fees. If you can accept that, you can immediately entrust an agency to handle it. If not, I'll have to excuse myself."

Feng Nan chuckled, stood up, and patted Lin Hu on the shoulder: "Mr. Lin, are you afraid of me? Why are you sweating so much?"