The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 68: Revisiting the Manor
While Guo Yu was making an appointment to talk to Liao Xuan, he took the search warrant, called two armed colleagues, and drove to Liao Xuan's manor.

He applied for the search warrant when he arrested Zhang Mi, and it was only approved today.

He wanted to communicate gently first, and if Liao Xuan refused to cooperate, he would show the search warrant and conduct a forced search.

Wang Fugui and Fu Yuan also followed, and the five of them squeezed into a car.

"Remember to send someone to track down Tang Feng." Fu Yuan reminded him again in the car with concern.

Guo Yu didn't look back, looking out the window, "Don't worry, it has been arranged."

Liao Xuan said she was not at home. Several people dressed as servants were guarding the door, led by an old man who looked to be in his 50s.

He stood at the door of the mansion, his figure thin but his back straight. His hair was already gray and neatly combed back. He was wearing a neatly ironed black suit, a clean white shirt and a dark tie.

He bowed to the group and said, "Good afternoon, officers. My Lord has ordered that I entertain you all."

Fu Yuan turned away slightly and did not accept his greeting. At the same time, he felt uncomfortable with the etiquette set by Liao Xuan.

It's 2030, it's just like 1830.

Still living 200 years ago!
"My last name is Zou, you can just call me Xiao Zou." The housekeeper introduced himself calmly as he led a few people inside, without any guilty expression on his face.
Before they knew it, they were back at the table and chairs where they had met last time.

Guo Yu suddenly stopped.

The butler noticed something was wrong and slowly turned around. With a polite smile on his face, he asked, "What's wrong? Is there somewhere you want to go?"

Guo Yu's face was gloomy. "I won't say much. I'm sure Liao Xuan already knows the reason why I came here. Don't talk to me about so much nonsense. I just want to know where Liao Xuan is now."

"How would I know about the master's affairs?" The butler sighed and shook his head.

Guo Yu frowned, emphasized his tone, and repeated: "You don't know? Aren't you his housekeeper?"

A trace of bitterness flashed across the butler's face, and he explained helplessly, "I'm the new butler. The butler here is replaced every three months, and this has been going on for five or six years. I took office last week, so there are many things I don't understand."

Guo Yu: "Does he have any secretaries? For example, Xiao Tao from last time, I remember she seemed pretty good."

"Xiao Tao is indeed his personal secretary," the butler said, "but Xiao Tao has also gone out with him. Now I am the one who is in charge here."

"Can you tell me what crime the master has committed? Why are you mobilizing so many people..." The butler looked at Guo Yu's stern face, feeling a little hesitant, and asked cautiously.

Guo Yu sneered: "Your master has killed people, and it's a serial killer."

The housekeeper was so frightened that he trembled and sat on the stone bench next to him. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. At this time, Guo Yu and others had walked away.

He hurriedly chased after him, "Impossible, my master is a friendly person, although a little morbid, and likes beautiful women, but that is all based on mutual consent. It is impossible for him to kill people. Did you make a mistake?"

Guo Yu glanced around and didn't speak directly. Instead, he asked the housekeeper: "Do you have the keys to all the rooms here?"

The butler nodded quickly, a flattering smile on his face: "Yes, everything is available...Except for the master's bedroom, there is one room in the small warehouse next to it that is missing. The keys to the others are available."

"As the housekeeper, you don't even have the key to Liao Xuan's bedroom? Who cleans it on weekdays?"

Guo Yu looked at his timid appearance and urged, "Lead the way! Go to Liao Xuan's bedroom."

The housekeeper walked ahead, sweating profusely: "But I don't have the key..."

Guo Yu didn't say anything. A colleague next to him urged him, "Just lead the way. Why are you asking so many questions?"

On the way, Wang Fugui asked the housekeeper about Zhang Mi's wife and daughter, "Do you have a mother and daughter named He in your manor?"

The housekeeper was a little surprised, nodded, and said, "There is a couple, but they were placed in another manor by the master yesterday, and they are not here now."

Fu Yuan asked, "Did he flee for fear of punishment?"

The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead, speechless at the girl's bluntness. He could only say, "Well... I don't know, but things in the mansion are still the same. Maybe there's some misunderstanding."

Guo Yu asked: "Do you know which manor?"

The housekeeper said, "I don't know. The master never told us such things. I only figured it out from occasional conversations. There are other places... After all, it's not surprising for such a wealthy man to have several manors."

Wang Fugui smiled, feelingly saying, "Your master is truly capable. This manor is in a prime location, and it's so large. The land alone must have cost nine figures, right? Add to that the interior furnishings... I'm really curious, where did he get all that money?"

The housekeeper sweatdropped. "This...we can't control that much. Maybe it's not as much as you said. There's a wholesale price or something like that."

Wang Fugui didn't look at him, but looked at the surrounding environment.

They had already arrived at the villa, and the policemen drew their guns and looked nervous.

The housekeeper beside him was also very nervous, "There's really no one here... There's no need to be so nervous."

At the door, a criminal police colleague took out a piece of wire, put it close to his ear, listened to a few sounds, and fiddled with it a few times.

After a while, there was a "click" sound and the door opened.

Apparently, he can pick locks.

The overall layout of the room is simple, without any unnecessary decoration.

A black solid wood bed is placed against the wall, covered with a plain bed sheet and a soft quilt in the same color. A square pillow is placed at the head of the bed. Next to the bed is a simple white bedside table with a simple table lamp on it.

On the other side of the wall is a white wardrobe with no handles, in which some casual clothes are hung.

Next to the wardrobe is a black solid wood desk with an ultra-thin laptop on it and a silver pen next to it.

Another colleague went forward to open the computer, but it was locked.

Because they didn't expect that there would be computers left behind, they came in a hurry and did not bring any related equipment.

He closed the computer again and prepared to pack up and take it away.

The butler beside him didn't dare to say a word.

Guo Yu and others just glanced casually at the places where other housekeepers had authority and did not find anything suspicious.

Besides, it is said that there are special people responsible for cleaning this manor every day. If there were any fingerprints of other people, they would have been cleaned up long ago.

Sure enough, there was a mole in the police station who tipped off the police in advance.

It doesn't make sense that people would disappear at such a critical moment... But the monk can run away, but the temple cannot.

Guo Yu thought so.

Several people walked to the small warehouse again and opened the door in the same way. There was nothing inside except a wooden bed, as if there was really nothing there.

It might even have a musty smell because it's been locked for too long.

"Does anyone usually come here?" Guo Yu asked the housekeeper.

The housekeeper shook his head. "Few people come here. In fact, the door to this warehouse is rarely opened. It's cleaned once every two weeks."

He pointed at the piles of scrap metal, cardboard, and rubber. "This is basically just for miscellaneous items. Look at that cardboard box. Inside are the swimming rings we bought for the manor tour. Over there are some scraps from sandbox games, but they're homemade."

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　　(End of this chapter)