After all, this is an era where raising money can hurt feelings! Yang Pu, who originally showed respect to Sun Yu, immediately changed his face, showing his embarrassment clearly.

After bowing his head and thinking for a long time, Yang Pu finally made up his mind, "I have a house on Jiangshan Road that I can sell!"

Sun Yu sighed helplessly, "I can't ask for so much. Let's do this. If the person is found and alive, you can give him ten thousand or twenty thousand. You can pay it in installments without charging interest."

When he heard if he was alive, Yang Pu immediately became nervous. He shook his head in panic and leaned forward, "What does it mean if you are alive?"

"Literally. Your daughter is in the second year of high school and is about 18 years old. At her age, if she is missing for three days, there is still a chance of something happening." Sun Yu spoke very calmly. This is his profession.

Seeing that Yang Pu's mood swings were getting bigger and bigger, Sun Yu stood up directly and said, "Let's go! Let's go to your house first. You have to know that every minute now is precious to her."

Upon hearing this, Yang Pu immediately nodded his head and wished he could take Sun Yu to his home right away.

After going downstairs, Yang Pu walked towards his electric car, while Sun Yu sat behind without any hesitation.

Seeing the surprised look on Yang Pu's face, Sun Yu chuckled and said, "My car is also a tram, but I drank just now and didn't dare to ride it. Don't you know that drunk driving can also occur when riding a tram now?"

With simple actions and simple chats, Yang Pu suddenly felt that the detective Sun Yu his brother mentioned did not seem so mysterious. He was more like his kind, the group of people living at the bottom of society.

The house in Yangpu is a two-bedroom and one-living house, measuring 60 square meters. The living room is very small, and it belongs to the structure of an old community.

Everything in the room is neatly arranged and spotless.

"Who usually cleans the room?"

"My daughter, I have to work every day and come home very late." Although he didn't know what this question had to do with Yang Qiong's disappearance, Yang Pu still answered positively.

"Are you delivering food?" Sun Yu asked casually.

"Yes." Yang Pu had already seen Sun Yu's ability to guess his profession, and Yang Pu didn't find it strange at all that Sun Yu could guess his occupation.

Pushing open the door of a bedroom, Sun Yu stood at the door and blinked, obviously a little confused.

"I left the master bedroom for my daughter. This is her room."

Sun Yu nodded and walked into this room with white walls and a cement floor.

The furniture in the bedroom is very simple, including a large bed, a desk, and a simple wardrobe. On the other side of the bedroom is a balcony, separated by a sliding door. The balcony is full of clothes, including many women's underwear.

The clothes in the wardrobe are neatly arranged, and there are no signs of being turned over.

"Are these the clothes your daughter often wears recently?"

Yang Pu nodded.

A bad premonition came to Sun Yu's mind, "It seems that your daughter never returned home before she disappeared, and there is no sign of running away from home."

Sun Yu suddenly knelt down and looked down at the row of shoes neatly arranged by the closet.

"Do you smoke at home?"

Yang Pu replied: "My daughter doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, so I never smoke at home."

"Will she bring her friends home?"

Yang Pu shook his head bitterly, "Absolutely not. My daughter has a bit of low self-esteem and doesn't want her classmates to know the situation at home."

Sun Yu picked up a shoe and handed it to Yang Pu, "There is cigarette ashes in her shoes. Someone must have been to your house and entered this room."

Yang Pu shuddered and his face instantly turned pale.

Sun Yu didn't pay attention to the change in his mood, and said to himself: "There is no cigarette butt, it must have been cleaned." After saying that, Sun Yu came to the living room again, picked up the broom in the corner and observed carefully.

"Cleaned, it proves that she is covering it up. She doesn't want you to know about it. Boyfriend? No, she has an inferiority complex and will not let her boyfriend come to the house."

Sun Yu, who was in the state of handling the case, completely ignored Yang Pu's existence and did not avoid any words when speaking, but it was like a knife in Yang Pu's ears. Just the fact that someone entered Yang Qiong's room made him suffer a lot.

blow.

Returning to the bedroom, Sun Yu knelt beside the bed, first went through every position on the bed, and finally pulled Xia Liang off the bed and sniffed it vigorously.

Then he ran to the bathroom and smelled the shampoo, shower gel, and laundry detergent inside.

"There is only the smell of shower gel and no washing powder. She has not washed the sheets and quilt. It seems that the person has not been in her bed."

After hearing this, Yang Pu's hanging heart finally dropped.

When he came to the desk, it was basically filled with study materials, including a few extracurricular books and romance novels. Then Sun Yu's eyes stopped on a row of colored pens.

"She draws!" As he said this, Sun Yu began to look through the books on the table.

Yang Pu explained, "My daughter doesn't seem to like painting! I've never seen her paint before."

But Sun Yu continued to search as if he hadn't heard anything, and finally found a piece of paper folded in half in a book of exercises. Sun Yu slowly opened the paper, and there was a picture painted with black watercolor pens on it.

The paintings are very abstract, similar to those drawn by children, which shows that Yang Qiong really doesn't know how to draw.

There are seven distinct figures in the painting.

There is a little person in the middle, living in a triangular room. He should be curled up with his legs crossed, and his body is facing to the left.

Sun Yu had never seen a room drawn like this, a triangle with no doors. The most interesting thing was that the sides of the triangle were drawn with one stroke and one stroke, but the bottom was drawn with two strokes. There was an obvious butt mark in the middle, and this

The two lines are somewhat curved, or the entire triangle is somewhat rounded.

The figure in the upper left corner looks like a back figure, holding a square thing in his hand.

In the lower left corner, which is the direction facing the room, a little man is sitting on the grass reading a book.

On the right side of the room are three people side by side. Judging from the length of their hair, they should all be girls. In Yang Qiong's painting, each person's head is replaced by a circle with three small hooks. Only these three people

For the one in the middle, she painted eyes and eyelashes.

The three girls all have something in their hands, one is a big hook, one is a line, and the other is a circle.

Finally, in the upper right corner, the painting should be of a person sitting on a couch with a cigarette in his mouth.

Sun Yu took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it and took several long puffs, but his eyes never left the painting.

After the cigarette burned out, Sun Yu turned to look at Yang Pu and said slowly: "Your daughter may have been bullied."

Yang Pu's body swayed, and he quickly held on to the table and raised his first question after seeing Sun Yu, "Can you be sure just based on this painting?"

Sun Yu nodded, "Paintings can always express a person's emotions for a period of time, especially if your daughter doesn't like painting, her paintings will be extraordinarily real, and they are basically a portrayal of her life."


Chapter completed!