He Yao was the first to come to the door of the demonized psychic monk.
The other party is a logistics warehouse inspector.
Zhao Chunfeng, ordinary, about 30 years old, is not surprising at all.
I've lived here for decades.
It seems that there is no point that can be related to Xuejia.
But the problem is that he killed Tan Xuejia and Ge Jiazhen, as well as another victim.
When he Yao came to his door, Zhao Chunfeng, who was cooking in the house, suddenly stopped.
He Yao cleared his throat and knocked at the door: "Hello, it's the property management office. Is anyone at home?"
Even if the community is dilapidated, it also has property management, which has no effect. It is basically a decoration.
He Yao pretended to be the property management office, and there was no other way.
Zhao Chunfeng of course will not believe, because the room is not big, the kitchen door is just facing the door, he can lock the door at a glance, the pot in his hand is also slowly put down, no sound.
He Yao continued to knock on the door. "Hello, Mr. Zhao. Are you at home? Your neighbor said he saw you go home and you haven't paid the water bill for this month. "
When I came, at least I read the basic information and knew the rhythm of Zhao Chunfeng's daily life.
Zhao Chunfeng still did not say a word.
His steps are slowly moving towards the bedroom. He Yao can only control the iron, that is, the metal. His hearing belongs to normal people, and he can't see the scene in the room. Seeing Zhao Chunfeng's delay in opening the door, he knows that the other party probably realizes that he is wrong.
An ordinary person has a strong sense of preparedness, which is obviously abnormal.
He Yao's eyebrows and eyes are fierce, and his hand is slightly raised. On the security door, the door handle made of metal "clicks" and turns around, and the door is opened instantly.
He Yao immediately kicks the door and enters. Zhao Chunfeng steps into the bedroom and immediately closes the door. He Yao walks over with his hand in the air. The metal door handle opens the door. Zhao Chunfeng and he Yao face each other in an instant. She sees this ordinary looking man, whose body is like melting into the ground. His body directly dives and disappears in place.
The other side looks at her in the eyes, also some incredible.
He Yao immediately pointed to the other humanitarians in the headset: "I'm sneaking downstairs. Yu Xie, Cao Yikai, is waiting on the first floor. He can't shuttle directly in the confined space. He will definitely escape from the first floor."
The house is old and has no basement.
The first floor is full of dense concrete floor, Zhao Chunfeng is absolutely impossible to shuttle in this kind of closed space.
Otherwise, he would be too rebellious.
His ability is probably to travel through objects for a short time, so he is able to do things like walking through walls.
Of course, it is not ruled out that such buildings have basements.
He Yao runs downstairs very fast. There is no elevator in this kind of building. He can only run stairs.
When Yu Xie received the news, they blocked both sides. The building was divided into four corners. Zhao Chunfeng could shuttle to either side. Hua Yanming and Yi Shuo daiyi together ran in two directions.
But the building is not small. When they are guarding here, there are residents watching them. At this time, they can't use their ability. Otherwise, they can search microblog every minute.
When several people were watching, Yu inclined to press the watch on his wrist, and the dial of the watch popped up. A network was unfolded inside, and a small green grid network world, with a small red dot shuttling through it.
"He was on the third floor, but he didn't come down," he said in a low voice
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