Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 970 Hunter's Hut (Two in One, please subscribe!!!)

Judging from the environment in the corridor, it is not uncommon to find rats and cockroaches everywhere inside the door.

But surprisingly, when Nuonuo opened the door, he didn't smell any bad smell, only a faint musty smell. It was a miracle that a house that had not been lived in for several years and was located in the wilderness had only a little musty smell.

"Not here yet, not here yet. This is equivalent to the first underground floor. We are going to the second underground floor." Finkel said.

There was another door inside the room. Finkel led everyone to the door, and everyone could smell the pungent smell of kerosene.

"I heard that this place used to be an air-conditioning room and a temporary warehouse. Because there were not enough dormitories in the back, they were separated out to make temporary dormitories, but they will be used for several years." Finkel pushed open the door.

Unexpectedly, the air here is quite fresh, with only a faint smell of dust and no smell of mildew at all. A clean little room is presented in front of the people, with a double bed of 1.5 meters wide, with gray sheets on the bed, a simple bedside table, a table and a chair, a kerosene lamp on the table, a small refrigerator in the corner of the room, a clothes basket on the side of the inner wall, and a trash basket next to it. This is all the things in this room.

There is a steel wire rope on one side of the room, which is used to dry clothes. A black leather jacket is hung on it. The floor and walls are original cement, without any paint or decoration. The few things are neatly arranged in an orderly manner. This room has no windows, but you can hear the buzzing sound of the air-conditioning compressor next door.

"Based on the size of the clothes and the style of the bed sheets, the person living here is a man, probably between 35 and 45 years old." Nono whispered, "He doesn't seem to have any bad habits, he likes to be clean, and he can withstand loneliness very well."

When Nuonuo saw the room, she activated her profiling ability. She could only analyze this much because the things in the room were very limited... As for Loneliness, he had a strong ability and could live in such a simple place. He must be a person who could endure loneliness.

The entire room was only about a dozen square meters in size and one could see the end at a glance, but Lu Mingfei still scanned the room up and down several times. There were no rats or cockroaches as expected, and there were not even any scattered instant noodle bowls, beverage bottles, or toilet paper.

This place doesn't look like a place where a middle-aged man lives alone. If Finkel lived here, the garbage would have piled up into a mountain in less than a week.

"You haven't touched this room, have you?" Nono asked Finkel.

"No, actually when I came..." Finkel was about to say something, but was stopped by Nono with a wave of his hand.

"From now on, don't make any noise." Nuo Nuo gave Lu Mingfei a look. Lu Mingfei nodded and handed Su Xiaoyan to Finkel.

The door was closed, and the sound of the air-conditioning compressor was blocked out a lot. The air in the room seemed to have stopped flowing, and the room felt a little stuffy.

Lu Mingfei and Nuo Nuo walked from the door of the room along the walls on both sides and groped their way into the room. They paced slowly, running their fingers across the walls, examining every object in the room with their eyes.

Finkel didn't care about them and just used a more labor-saving method to hold Su Xiaoyan. He knew that Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo had entered the profiler's observation state.

A few minutes passed until Lu Mingfei and Nuo Nuo met at the foot of the bed. Lu Mingfei was holding a few magazines and some crumpled paper balls in his hands, and Nuo Nuo was holding a photo frame in his hand.

"'Yilin', 'Zhiyin' and 'Story Club' are some very common magazines. They are sold in every newsstand in this city. Middle-aged men and women like to read them." Lu Mingfei showed the magazines to Nuo Nuo and stretched out a few crumpled pieces of paper. "Invoices from restaurants, foot massage parlors and massage parlors. They were found in the trash can. The dates are seven years ago. They are not particularly high-end places. The consumption amount is probably between several hundred and more than a thousand yuan per time. But I don't think Chu Tianjiao spent this. He used to be a driver. This should be the bill paid for his boss."

"Do you have any useful information about Chu Tianjiao?" Nuonuo asked.

"I remember that he was about 40 years old. When he came to Shilan Middle School to pick up Chu Zihang, he always drove a black Maybach, which was his boss's car. According to Chu Zihang, he talked a lot, loved to eat braised large intestines and super spicy chicken wings, and always said that he wanted to save money for Chu Zihang's future wife." Lu Mingfei recalled the memories about Chu Tianjiao that he had asked Chu Zihang about. "Because he felt that his personality was a bit similar to mine, Chu Zihang talked a little more to me when he asked me."

Nuo Nuo closed his eyes and frowned unconsciously because he found something wrong.

It was very contradictory. The Chu Tianjiao described by Lu Mingfei and the one she "saw" at the moment, logically speaking, was a greasy middle-aged man who liked to brag, flatter and show off. How could such a man live in such a monotonous basement for so many years?
Nuonuo looked at the jacket hanging there. It was not a brand name, but the fabric was very expensive. If a man like him wanted to buy clothes, shouldn't he spend several months' salary to buy an Armani or a more famous brand? Why would he wear such an expensive jacket whose value others couldn't tell?

Lu Mingfei was also thinking. He fantasized about the life of a middle-aged man isolated from the world, listening to the noisy sound of the air-conditioning compressor day after day, staying in a room without seeing the stars and the sun. He loved braised large intestines and spicy chicken wings but never ate them in the room. He was smooth in person but his private life was meticulous, even monotonous.

"It's so strange. If Chu Tianjiao is really like what you said, he has too many conflicting characteristics." Nuo Nuo shook his head and said, "It's hard to imagine that there is such a contradictory individual in the world, unless you have a problem with your impression of him, or..."

Nuonuo paused here, and Lu Mingfei helped her complete the rest of her words: "Except when he appears in front of everyone, he is pretending to be himself."

"There is too little intelligence available, unless we do an in-depth profile." Nono whispered.

“But that’s too dangerous, isn’t it?” Lu Mingfei shook his head and said, “Using deep profiling to simulate a completely contradictory individual might lead to schizophrenia.”

"Hey, hey, hey, can I talk now?" Seeing that Lu Mingfei and Nuo Nuo were discussing without any progress, Finkel couldn't help but interrupt.

"It would be better if it's useful." Nono glanced at Finger. She was still trying to build an image of Chu Tianjiao in her mind. "Aren't you curious about where I found my bazooka and cigar?" Finger said.

Lu Mingfei and Nuo Nuo were stunned. Yes, as profilers, they were eager to restore Chu Tianjiao's state when he lived here when they entered the room, but they all ignored that Chu Tianjiao, who was disguised as an ordinary person, could not put a spear bazooka in his room? Moreover, there was no ashtray in the whole room. How could a man who cleaned the room meticulously not prepare an ashtray when smoking a cigar?
"Isn't this the place where Chu Tianjiao lived?" Nuo Nuo frowned slightly.

"No, from what I know about Brother Waste, if this wasn't where Chu Tianjiao lived, he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of bringing us here." Lu Mingfei glanced around the room, "Is there a secret room here?"

This was also the inspiration he got from entering the secret room full of books and newspapers in the Shilan Middle School Foundation Building yesterday...but he had just looked at the entire room and couldn't find where the secret door was.

"How is it possible?" Nuo Nuo frowned even deeper. "We have all received the highest level of reconnaissance training from the Executive Department. If there is a secret room hidden in a house, how could we not see it?"

"There is a possibility." Lu Mingfei said softly, "Chu Tianjiao has more experience in counter-reconnaissance than us."

"Then how did this loser find it?" Nono glanced at Finkel, his eyes full of distrust.

"Junior sister, you really underestimate me. I am a paparazzi, and paparazzi have a keen sense of smell." Finkel pointed to a place in the room. "You are all profilers. When observing the scene, you will subconsciously stay where you are. But I am not like that. When there is only one resting place in a room, I can't help but lie down there."

Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo looked in the direction of Finkel's finger. There was the only bed in the room. The bed was made of cement poured on the floor and blended in with the entire room. But according to Finkel, there seemed to be something wrong with this bed?

Not caring about maintaining the original appearance of the room, Lu Mingfei first sat on the edge of the bed, and then lay down on it. Then he felt a strong sense of incongruity.

"It's so hard, not comfortable at all. Sleeping on this bed is no different from sleeping on a concrete floor." Lu Mingfei stood up, looked at Eri and asked, "Eri, is your bed very soft and comfortable?"

Eri nodded. She had also been living alone in a room for many years. Life like that was already very lonely and unbearable. If her bed was still uncomfortable, she would run away from home no matter what.

Nuonuo also lay down, and just as Lu Mingfei said, she immediately found the problem... According to the layout of the room and the owner's personality, he was a meticulous person. He could endure the noise and monotonous life day after day, but if he didn't even have a comfortable bed to sleep in, such a person would simply have a masochistic tendency.

Nuonuo lifted up the mattress, along with the entire wooden board underneath, and discovered that on the cement bed frame was a secret door made of welded iron sheets and iron frames. The door panel and the edge of the bed fit together tightly without any bumps or unevenness. A heavy padlock was embedded in a special groove.

"It's really a secret room that only a guy like you can find." Nono rolled his eyes at Finger, "When a normal person enters a strange house, who would think of going to the cat's bed first?"

"You should be happy to have a teammate like me." Finkel smiled and threw the key he found in the bedside table to Nono.

There was no staircase under the secret door, but a very long steel pipe, no one knew how many meters long it was. Several people slid down one after another.

Everyone was surprised. The space below was unexpectedly large. In the pitch-black basement, even walking echoed.

Finkel took out an old-fashioned projector from somewhere. He turned on the projector, and the projected light instantly illuminated the entire space. Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo couldn't help but gasp, and Eiry covered her mouth in surprise.

This is a house of at least 100 square meters, which is completely different from the cramped and simple little room above. It has all kinds of things.

The first thing that catches your eye is a wall. Rather than a wall, it is more like a whole wall of collection shelves. There are hardcover books and ancient parchment scrolls. The things here are not comparable to those magazines that cost a few dollars or even dozens of dollars each. There are also vinyl records, from Elvis to Queen, from classical music to jazz, all kinds of them. These black films are stacked together, all of them are original, and the number of them in the world is very rare. There are probably thousands of them here, and they will definitely be sold at a sky-high price.

There is an old-fashioned phonograph in the corner. It is made of pure copper and looks like an antique. It should be used to play these records.

There were aluminum boxes in a display cabinet. Lu Mingfei opened a few of them at random. They were all filled with cigars. Each one was made in Cuba. Even someone like him who didn't like smoking cigars could name the old brands. Caesar's favorite models could all be found here.

Then there is wine. A romantic man cannot live without wine, whiskey and brandy, and premium red wines from major wineries around the world. There is also a cocktail table on one side of the wine cabinet, on which are placed all kinds of utensils and tools for cocktail making. It seems that the owner of the house is a very professional bartender.

The posters include signed photos of Marilyn Monroe and real photos of the Titanic, which are framed in high-end frames. The display cabinets are filled with various famous watches and cameras, from Rolex to IWC to Patek Philippe, from Leica to Sony.

Although the entire room has no walls, it is divided into several parts by invisible partitions. The fitness area has professional-grade barbells and gantry; the bathing area has a bathtub and perfume, and the bath towels are velvet. The wardrobe is filled with custom-made suits and extremely expensive leather shoes; the most exaggerated thing is the big bed in the center of the room, which is covered with authentic Australian sheepskin, the pillows are mink fur, and the carpet by the window is a nearly two-meter-long black and yellow animal skin... It is a fairly complete tiger skin.

The objects closest to the bed were not the rare collections or treasures, but a workbench, on which were placed disassembled Beretta pistols and Desert Eagles, with cross patterns carved on the bullet heads, and deep red Frigga bullets.

"So... cool!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed sincerely. He was stunned by the style of the house and the connotation of its owner. He was like a famous cowboy in a western movie, or a top killer in a spy movie. The man who lives here is definitely a role model for every man.

(End of this chapter)