Host, You're Targeted

After coming out of Liang Jingyi's rental room, Qin Cong took the two of them to the management of the building, hoping to find the monitoring staff to have a look.

Managers live in a house on the first floor, and they take the elevator down again.

After Qin Cong and Fu Jiyao issued their police cards to explain their intention, the management staff let them into the house and helped them to transfer and monitor them.

Liang Jingyi left home at 7:00 a.m. and returned at 5:30 p.m. when he went out, the paint that had not yet appeared was found after returning home, so he only needed to adjust the monitoring during this period.

Liang Jingyi's family lives on the seventh floor, so they need to check the monitoring of the corridor hall, elevator monitoring, and each floor of the stairwell next to the elevator.

The nine staircases are monitored on two computers. Fu Jiyao and Qin Cong sit in front of the computer, staring at the accelerated monitoring video on the computer without blinking.

The security guard is also watching. Liang Jingyi, standing behind Fu Jiyao, is also watching the surveillance.

Watching monitoring is really a mental work. Liang Jingyi's eyes hurt after staring at it for a while.

One day of monitoring, Qin Cong and Fu Jiyao did not find any suspicious personnel.

In and out of the stairwell are ordinary residents, there are office workers who rush to work with their bags on their back, students carrying schoolbags to and from classes, and old people who go out to buy vegetables and go shopping.

If you want to splash paint, you must at least carry paint and painting tools, and if you put such a large piece of paint on the door, the prisoner may also be stained with paint.

But they didn't see anything, none of them matched the characteristics of the prisoners, and the surveillance didn't see any clues.

Fu Jiyao was a little depressed. "There is so much paint spilled on the door. The suspect may be holding that kind of big barrel paint, but there is nothing in the monitoring!"

Qin Cong's line of sight is still on the monitoring, "may be that kind of small box of paint, with a few more boxes, take a schoolbag or other packaging."

The two men also asked the management about whether they had seen any strange people recently, and confirmed that the monitoring tape had not been clipped, so they left the corridor and returned to the police car.

The parking space of the police car happened to be a hotel. Qin Cong led Liang Jingyi in and asked him to stay in the hotel tonight.

"You'll have a rest in this hotel tonight. After we finish our shift, we'll ask the Bureau for instructions. We'll ambush you for a few days to see if we can catch the man who is following you."

Qin Cong took the room card to help Liang Jingyi brush the room, and helped him check the situation in the room.

The windows in the room have anti-theft windows, and everything in the bathroom is normal.

"Wait a minute!" Fu Jiyao stood at the door of the room, one hand on the switch, the other hand with a mobile phone, "Qin team, you sit down first, I'll check the monitoring in this room."

Qin Cong and Liang Jingyi found a place to sit down, one on the sofa and the other on the edge of the bed.

With a bang, all the lights in the room were turned off. Fu Jiyao walked around the dark room with a mobile flashlight, letting the light of the mobile flashlight sweep through every corner of the room.

There are no cameras in the room.

"All right He went back to the door and turned on the switch. "This room is safe. You can rest assured tonight. Remember to lock the door and fasten the chain on the door."

Liang Jingyi leaned against the edge of the bed, one hand on his knee, raised his eyes and looked at Fu Jiyao.

"Thank you." He said.