It was close to noon in the Mingcui Villa residential community, and the weather was gloomy. The community was very quiet, with only a few barking dogs and birdsong coming from time to time. There were almost no vehicles or pedestrians on the asphalt road.
No wonder, low-density suburban housing like this usually looks like this during non-holidays.
At this time, an electric tricycle drove up the road. In the carriage were piles of cardboard and old newspapers that were taller than a person.
The driver is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a horse face, high cheekbones, brown skin, and a pair of small, slightly sunken eyes looking around.
The tricycle drove close to Courtyard No. 76 and stopped slowly on the side of the road.
The horse-faced man got down from the driver's seat, took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, took out one and lit it, and while puffing away the smoke, carefully observed the surrounding situation.
He has been engaged in the job of purchasing scraps at Mingcui Villa for more than a year. Even though it is such an inconspicuous job, it was quite strenuous when he first joined. In today's society, everything is related, and the same is true for collecting junk.
The company paid several thousand yuan in "admission fees" in exchange for business qualifications, but it was worth it because there were only three people in the entire community who specialized in this.
In fact, the job of collecting rags may seem lowly, but in fact, they earn no less than white-collar workers in ordinary companies. Especially after three people in the same industry negotiated and unified the purchase price, they formed a de facto monopoly, which is much lower than the outside market price.
.And this is a high-end residential area. In most cases, the homeowners don't have the time to worry about it, let alone take the scraps out and sell them for a few dollars difference.
If accumulated over a long period of time, the extra income will be significant.
However, people often have insatiable desires, and this is the case for men with horse-faced faces. As time goes by, their minds gradually become more active, and they begin to think about taking advantage of their careers and starting some "side jobs."
Since he hangs around here every day, he knows the situation in the community very well. Especially during the day, no one is home in these villas most of the time.
Two months ago, he once sneaked into a house and made a fortune. Unexpectedly, the owner of the house did not call the police or even look for the property afterwards, as if nothing happened.
He was overjoyed as he was prepared to run away at the slightest sign of trouble. After analyzing the reason, he estimated that the landlord might be a corrupt official or something and did not want to cause trouble. However, a few days later, a menacing Tibetan Mastiff moved into the yard of the house.
In fact, even if the homeowner calls the police, it’s not a big deal. Nowadays, there are so many backlogs in the police station. As long as no one is killed, or something as small as missing something, the police from the police station will just check it out and register it as a matter of routine.
, won’t make the effort to check carefully.
After tasting the sweetness, he subsided for a while, and then slowly looked for a new goal.
As for Courtyard No. 76, he has been observing it for several days and found that except for weekends and holidays, it is uninhabited during the day. And the most advantageous thing is that there is no trace of the guard dog in the yard, which is very rare.
Thinking of this, the horse-faced man looked up at the surveillance camera installed on a tree not far away. He was currently in a blind spot, and with a tricycle and cardboard boxes as cover, there shouldn't be any problems.
The surveillance cameras in the community can only monitor public areas and cannot see inside the owner's courtyard because this involves personal privacy.
Noon is the best time to do things. According to his understanding, the security guards have to take a lunch break after eating. It is a gap time between patrols, and only one person is left on duty in the control room.
The horse-faced man put out his cigarette butt, looked around and saw that there was nothing unusual. Then he quickly walked to the west wall of Courtyard No. 76 according to the planned route, stepped on the big poplar tree against the wall, and stepped up with agility.
, turned into the yard.
He first squatted by the bushes for two minutes. Everything in the yard was normal, just as he expected. Then he got up and bent down and trotted along the pebble path. He came to the small building and looked inside through the window.
After confirming that there is no one in the room, continue walking along the outer wall until you reach the kitchen on the south side. You plan to break a bowl from here, remove the latch, and climb in.
He took out a small cone-shaped hammer from his waist, found the spot, and prepared to strike.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a scream from above and the sound of a fan blowing. Then I felt a stinging pain on the back of my head, and hot liquid flowed down.
The horse-faced man was so frightened that he dropped the hammer, covered the back of his head with his hands, and ran out without even looking at what it was.
"Ji." The sharp voice sounded again, with a cool breeze, and in an instant, he was hit hard on the neck and back, accompanied by the sound of tearing clothes, like a sharp knife passing through.
The horse-faced man couldn't think of anything else. He only had one thought in his mind: run.
He rolled and crawled all the way to the base of the wall when he came in, let go of the hand covering the back of his head, and climbed up with all his strength. As the saying goes, a dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, and this man was even more like that. He rolled out of the yard in three times, even more than usual.
The level can be two levels higher.
However, I didn't hold on properly when I went down the wall. Snap, my butt landed first, and I felt a sharp pain in my tailbone.
Fortunately, the terrible voice did not follow him. He turned over, propped himself on the ground with his elbows, and gasped for air.
At this time, the back of his head felt as if his waist was exploding, and it even felt like it was being uncovered. His neck and back were also burning, and the pain made his whole body tremble. He touched a handful with his left hand and spread it out. It was red, all covered with blood.
Blood.
The horse-faced man struggled to stand up, with stars in his eyes, and staggered towards his tricycle. There was a little blood dripping all the way.
"Hey! What's going on?"
"stop!"
As two scoldings came, the horse-faced man's vision went dark and he fainted.
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At this time, Li Youran was sitting in his office chair, browsing news online and drinking his lazy man's tea comfortably.
"Ring, ring, ring." The phone rang.
He grabbed it with his left hand and took a look. He seemed to have seen the number before, but he couldn't remember whose it belonged to.
Press the answer button and put the phone to your ear.
After a minute, his face darkened.
"Okay, Manager Wu, I'll rush back right away. Thank you."
After Li Youran said this, she clicked the mouse to close the computer, stood up and walked out the door.
Passing by the finance room, Gu Weiwei and Sun Xiaoying were both inside.
"Weiwei, Xiaoying, I have something to do and I have to go home right away. If anyone comes to see me, I'll put it off until tomorrow." He stood at the door and said hastily, turned around and walked downstairs.
"Brother Youran, what happened?" Sun Xiaoying saw that his expression was wrong and chased him out.
"Oh, it's okay. The property company calculated the property fee incorrectly and wants me to go back and reconcile it." Li Youran raised his head and made up a random reason.
"This property is really annoying." Sun Xiaoying commented dissatisfiedly and turned back to the house.