Host, You're Targeted

Lightning cuts through the night sky. Thunder comes out of the dark crevices. It strikes the air in high buildings and vibrates.

When Liang Jingyi changed his slippers, he accidentally stepped on the top of the shoes beside him and slipped and fell back.

"Bang --"

he bumps into Fu Jiyao's arms behind him.

"Be careful," Fu Jiyao's hand was on his waist, holding his hip bone across the denim cloth. "Is it OK? Did you twist your foot? "

Liang Jingyi shakes his head and stands on the side of the cabinet. He gives way to Fu Jiyao and says thanks in a low voice.

Fu Jiyao generously waved his hand, followed him to change shoes at the door and walked inside.

There was no one else to hide in the room. Qin Cong stood at the door of the room and looked around the house roughly to understand its structure.

Fu Jiyao goes in after Liang Jingyi, and his first reaction is to browse the structure of the house.

This is a very ordinary one room one living room rental room. Entering the door is a small living room with sofa, TV, dining table and other objects. The door from the living room to the bedroom is open, and there is a small bathroom outside the bedroom.

Qin Cong had already stood at the door of the bedroom, turning on the light and carefully surveying the structure of the bedroom.

"Look at the living room window, Xiao Fu." He ordered Fu Jiyao.

Fu Jiyao promised to come down, bypass Liang Jingyi and walk towards the window beside the sofa.

It was still raining outside. Liang Jingyi closed the window tightly before going out, but he didn't open it at the moment.

In order to prevent the raindrops from floating in, Fu Jiyao brought a stool from under the table, put on a shoe and stepped on the stool, so he would go to the window to have a look.

"What's outside the window? Is there a burglar proof window? "

Liang Jingyi went to his side, reached out to help him hold the stool, looked up at him, "outside is a shelf for drying clothes, there is no security window."

Many buildings in the decoration of the window will not be the third floor above the floor of the anti-theft network.

Fu Jiyao craned his neck on the window, opened a little gap, showed his head and looked out.

Under the window is a metal folding clothes hanger, raindrops crackling down from the silver metal pipe, falling on the rain cover sheet downstairs.

The sound of the raindrops banging down, along with the thunder and wind from time to time, seems to be a spring rain concert.

Fu Jiyao closes the window, locks the window and gets down from the stool.

Liang Jingyi took back his hand and stepped back, as if he was not the one who helped Fu Jiyao hold the stool just now.

At this time, Qin Cong also came out of the bedroom.

He saw Fu Jiyao wipe the stool and move it back under the table. He asked, "is there anything out there?"

"No," Fu Jiyao shook his head. "It's raining too hard outside. Even if there's no trace of it, it's the seventh floor. Even if there's no burglar proof window outside, no one dares to climb."

Qin Cong looked at it carefully in the living room again, and replied, "it's not sure. What can't be done when the prisoner is committing a crime? Don't say it's the seventh floor. Even if it's the 17th floor, they can climb up. "

Fu Jiyao felt that Qin Cong's words were reasonable. He wrote them down in his heart and followed him to examine them in the room.

There was no sign of anyone in or out of the room except Liang Jingyi. Qin Cong and Fu Jiyao examined his home carefully to make sure that his house had not been invaded.

"There's nothing wrong with your home. It's just the red paint outside," Qin Cong said. "But I suggest you don't live at home tonight. One is that there is no burglar net on your high floor. The second is that the red paint in your house is really frightening. It can be regarded as the scene of the crime. In case something happens tonight, it will be bad."