Two and a half hours later.

The time came to 11:30 pm.

It started to snow lightly in the sky.

Because it was too late at night and there were few pedestrians,

It had only been a few minutes since the snow started to fall, and the streets of Walker Street were already covered with a thin layer of snow.

In front of the gate of Apartment 33 Walker Street,

Police lights flash.

Neighbors were attracted by the police lights and stood in the darkness of their respective rooms,

Watching everything happening in front of the apartment door.

"The deceased's name is Geralt Siff, a 22-year-old homeless man who has been imprisoned three times for theft and is a habitual criminal."

The tall police officer looked at the yellow-skinned young man standing in front of the apartment.

Ni Duanlai tried to see what was on his face.

But he soon failed.

The young man's expression was very calm, and he did not show even a little bit of panic because of the little thief who died at home.

Some information about the young Asian came to the police officer's mind.

Chen Yan, male, 23 years old, is a new immigrant from the far East, majoring in animal medicine.

Referred to as veterinarian.

The police officers were a little wary because there were not many professionals among Asian immigrants.

The demographic divide among Asian immigrants is extreme;

Either they are hard laborers,

Either he is a rich man who spent a lot of money to buy properties in Yanan City.

Professional talents like Chen Yan can almost be described as "rare".

Due to the extreme differentiation and uneven quality of Asians,

Their reputation in Yanan City, and even in the entire empire, is not good.

Even if the police represent a "just" profession, they will still be biased against them.

What's more, he and his colleagues did not find any clues about the murderer in this old apartment.

This is obviously abnormal.

Either the murderer's murder method was too weird, or it was an extraordinary supernatural event.

There is no way that Geralt Sif suffered a heart attack on his own.

Supernatural events are not under his jurisdiction, but homicide cases are within his jurisdiction.

He once saw with his own eyes that an Asian fugitive who was good at "martial arts" punched from a distance of 1 centimeter and penetrated the heart of a law enforcement officer through a thick cotton coat.

That scene always left a haze in his heart.

So he asked in a stiff tone.

"Mr. Yan, do you have anything to say about the death of Geralt Sif?"

Chen Yan shivered in the increasingly heavy snow,

"First, it's not Mr. Yan, it's Mr. Chen."

Then a yawn.

"Second, officer, if there's nothing else, I'm going back to sleep."

He did not answer the police officer's questions directly because he was really sleepy.

After a busy day in the city center, he couldn't even keep his eyelids open now.

The police officer looked at him expressionlessly for a few seconds, then raised his flashlight and shined it on his face.

Chen Yan subconsciously dodged,

But he quickly opened his eyes and looked calmly at the police officer's gloomy face behind the light.

The mouth on the gloomy face opened and closed:

"Geralt died of heart failure, which is almost impossible for a young man like him."

"He was scared to death."

"Mr. Yan, what terrible things are there in your apartment?"

Chen Yan did not correct him, but said with a straight face:

"Is there a search warrant?"

He still did not answer the police officer's questions directly.

Having lived here for a month, Chen Yan knew how to deal with these arrogant white-skinned people.

The attitude must be tough and the tone even tougher.

Never give in unless it is against the law.

This is the survival rule that our Asian predecessors explored with blood and tears.

The police officer looked into his eyes and his voice was hoarse.

The police officer had not drank water for a whole day, but he still cheered up.

With a dry voice, he said more words to Chen Yan:

"Klein."

He shined a flashlight into Chen Yan's eyes,

"I'm the patrolman in charge of Walker Street Security, Clay Justus."

"Please remember this name."

"I'll keep an eye on you."

Chen Yan yawned, turned around and walked into the apartment.

Carefully climb the three icy steps in front of the apartment,

Enter the door that was forced open by the police.

Chen Yan looked at the broken door lock and said loudly to Klein's back as he was about to leave:

"Klein, you broke my door lock, please send the compensation to my house."

Klein, who had already stepped into the police car, turned to look at him, and then stepped into the car with the other foot.

The engine sounds.

Klein left with several police officers and the body of Geralt Sif.

Chen Yan closed the door expressionlessly, not caring about the broken door lock.

There are guests coming tonight,

That will be the first tenant since his apartment opened.

The time when guests come is not fixed, maybe after 12 o'clock, maybe before sunrise.

This means he needs to stay up all night.

He walked into the entrance hall, put the key on the key rack on the counter at hand, and took out a kerosene lantern from the cabinet door under the key rack.

I twisted the lighter under the kerosene lantern, and with a "pop" sound, a pale yellow flame burst out from the yellowed lampshade of the lantern.

There are no chandeliers in this house.

First, because the previous chandelier was broken, Chen Yan had no spare money to buy a new chandelier after buying this apartment.

The second reason is that the kerosene in Yanan City is ridiculously cheap. A 1-liter kerosene lantern like the one in his hand can be filled up for only 5 pence.

To sum up, the reason is poverty.

Because I am poor, I don’t turn on the lights.

Because I was poor, I had to wait for the guests all night.

The visitor tonight late at night will be the first guest after the opening of his apartment.

This guest was a "distant relative" introduced to him by a gang leader of the Asian gang "Tai Sheng He".

If a guest comes late at night, he must not have entered the empire through formal means.

He's a stowaway.

The empire does not welcome everyone to immigrate, and some dangerous individuals are kept away from customs.
To be continued...