Cowgirl frowned, feeling this woman was quite conceited.
"Believe in Little Qiu Qiu, that’s right!"
Xia Hongyao supports Gu Qingqiu unconditionally, but honestly, she thinks asking more would be safer.
"Alumni, explain to her!"
Gu Qingqiu tossed the problem to Lin Baici.
"Aren’t you worried that I might not know?"
Lin Baici was speechless; if he couldn’t answer, how embarrassing would that be?
"No way!"
Gu Qingqiu smiled slightly.
Cowgirl looked at Lin Baici, waiting for an answer.
"Those two security doors are different from the ones at the old granny’s ho, they were replaced later!"
Lin Baici pointed out.
"So what?"
Cowgirl inquired.
"It indicates that the two households possibly bought the apartnts later and renovated them, not moving in at the sa ti as the granny."
Lin Baici explained, as they weren’t neighbors from the sa period, there’s a high possibility they don’t know the situation of the granny’s household.
"It could also be that the security door broke and they replaced it!"
Cowgirl argued.
"The possibility you ntion does exist!"
Lin Baici gestured to Cowgirl to look at the shoerack beside the security door: "Notice anything?"
"Just so shoes?"
Cowgirl didn’t get it.
"The lady of this house must be a slut!"
The black guy’s Nine Provinces dialect wasn’t fluent, but his pronunciation of the word "slut" was very accurate.
The house he ntioned had a shoe cabinet at the door, filled with won’s shoes, over twenty pairs, even several on the ground nearby.
The shoes were quite sexy, so with extrely high heels, embedded with diamonds...
The kind mostly worn by won in special professions.
"Don’t know about being slutty, but this house is rented."
Lin Baici explained: "Different shoe sizes, at least three won live here!"
"NO, NO!"
The black guy shook his head: "Only two!"
"Go check, there are only two shoe sizes!"
The black guy smiled confidently, he had this kind of detailed observational skill too.
"Didn’t you think maybe two won have the sa shoe size?"
Lin Baici retorted.
"Uh..."
The black guy got stuck.
"Several pairs with the sa size have different levels of wear!"
Lin Baici’s sharp eyes saw it clearly from ters away.
People have different foot shapes and walking postures, so the wear parts of shoes differ.
"That reason isn’t strong enough!"
The black guy insisted.
"Those two pairs of red high heels look exactly the sa, but the wear levels differ, indicating they belong to two different won!"
Gu Qingqiu was dismissive; it’s one thing not to have brains, engaging in a debate without reason...
"Mm-hmm!"
Xia Hongyao took notes seriously and humbly asked for more: "Any other ways to judge?"
Gu Qingqiu and Lin Baici exchanged looks but didn’t answer.
Though actually, there are.
The different scent can also be used as a distinguishing factor.
"On this shoe rack, there are several pairs of elderly walking shoes."
Lin Baici continued: "Generally speaking, older people don’t go out for work, so they mostly won’t rent a house; hence, those living here are likely the first owners!"
"Makes sense!"
Cowgirl nodded, feeling this kid is quite smart.
Xia Hongyao’s face inadvertently showed a smile, feeling proud.
"See how impressive it is? That’s my trump card."
High Ponytail was jotting down quickly in her little notebook.
"Is there more?"
The black guy was unsatisfied.
"Actually, the simplest thing, see that anti-slip mat at the door?"
Lin Baici gestured: "Compare it?"
"FUCK!"
The black guy cursed in frustration, not at Lin Baici, but at himself.
He understood.
Because the anti-slip mat in front of the granny’s house is the sa as the one in front of the house Gu Qingqiu asked about, indicating the two families most likely bought them together.
If not, it was a gift from one to the other, suggesting a good relationship between the households, likely aware of each other’s family circumstances.
Such a major event as a disappearance would surely be known.
Hoffman looked at Lin Baici, then at Gu Qingqiu, his expression turning sowhat unpleasant.
An individual with high combat ability isn’t scary, but when high intelligence joins it in one person, that’s terrifying.
Like Lin Baici’s recent analysis, clear in sequence, logical in detail, it clearly shows his exceptional intelligence.
Knowing Lin Baici is so young, he surely hasn’t undergone special training, so his performance must be natural.
Hoffman suddenly felt a tad regretful; perhaps he was on the wrong mission for revenge.
The group descended the stairs, reaching the roadside.
"Hey, old black!"
Gu Qingqiu called the black guy.
"WHAT?"
The nickna "old black" is sowhat insulting, but the black guy shrugged without showing anger.
Mainly because he hoped to rely on them to purify pollution.
"Go get a car!"
Gu Qingqiu instructed the black guy.
"My na’s Jiang Ge!"
The black guy stated his na, then ran off cursing.
Xia Hongyao thought they’d have to wait for a while, but unexpectedly, in less than five minutes, he returned with a brown Buick MPV.
"So fast?"
Xia Hongyao was shocked, what is this? A racial talent?
Cowgirl looked indifferent, clearly used to such things.
Squeak!
The MPV stopped.
The window rolled down.
"GO! GO! GO!"
Jiang Ge urged everyone to get in.
...
The old granny’s grandson attends Guantang Primary School.
With few cars at night, Jiang Ge reached there in twenty minutes. If familiar with the route, it could be even faster.
The school’s main gate was closed, but the security room light was on.
"Old black, go get so money!"
Gu Qingqiu ordered.
"I’ve told you, my na is Jiang Ge!"
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