Uncle Liu came out from the kitchen, wiped his hands with his apron, took the electricity bill from Han Xu, and said, "You're talking about this. It rained these few days, so I didn't work. At the end of the month, the management office notified me to pay the electricity bill, but I didn't have time to transfer the money, and they sent me this." "Oh, this thing is rare now." Han Xu smiled and paid the bill. "Don't say it, the electricity bill this month is too outrageous, dozens of degrees more, I haven't been out for four or five days, this is bullying." Uncle Liu muttered rarely. "Really? Let me see." Han Xu took the electricity bill again. Ha, it was enough. "Uncle Liu, how much electricity did you use last month?" Uncle Liu thought for a while, couldn't remember clearly, and said, "Anyway, it was dozens of degrees less than this." "I don't see that you have any high-power electrical appliances here, why is the electricity bill so high?" Han Xu looked around and finally fixed his eyes on the freezer in front of him. "It's this thing. It's hot in summer. If you don't turn on the maximum cooling, things will easily go bad." Uncle Liu kicked the big freezer and explained. Electricity bill? Freezer? ! Oh, why didn't I think of it before. Han Xu slapped his forehead and suddenly realized that he had missed a very important key point.
"What's wrong?" Song Jiaer asked when she saw Han Xu's big reaction. Han Xu greeted Uncle Liu first, and said as he walked out, "No freezer was found in Chen Yunlang's residence, but we can check the electricity consumption..." Song Jiaer understood it immediately, "You mean the freezer is a high-power electrical appliance, and there will be a difference in electricity consumption?" "Yes," Han Xu said, and then called Lao Zhang, "Brother Zhang, are you still in the bureau now?" "No, I'm at home. Your sister-in-law made dumplings. Come and have some together." Lao Zhang seemed to be chewing one in his mouth, and his voice was a little strange. "I have to trouble you with something, it's a big deal." Han Xu felt a little embarrassed, but for the sake of handling the case, he didn't care so much. "You say," Lao Zhang didn't feel anything, and still responded to requests. Han Xu hurriedly said, "Can you check the electricity consumption of Chen Yunlang's residence?" "Oh, why check this? I happen to have a classmate at the Electricity Bureau, I'll call him later." Lao Zhang was a little confused. Why did he check the electricity bill? Could it be that Chen Yunlang owed a lot of electricity bills? Han Xu patiently explained it again. While convincing Lao Zhang, he also felt puzzled. If everything was normal, it would be a slap in the face. "Isn't this investigation direction very strange?" Han Xu hung up the phone and shrugged. Chengzi and Xiao Xiao didn't understand what they were talking about at all. Song Jiaer just nodded slightly. It was the first time to see such a case solved. It can't be said to be earth-shattering, but at least it is a big wonder! It's unique to the North Suburbs Police Station. "Okay, let's go back." Song Jiaer suggested. Actually, they were a little tired after being busy all day. Han Xu also felt a little tired and wanted to take a hot bath at this moment. It was still Chengzi who drove. She first sent Xiao Xiao back to Binhe Community, then drove back to the police station, and then handed the car to Song Jiaer. Han Xu asked her to drive slowly and went back to the dormitory with Chengzi. On the way, he received the electricity usage record sent by Lao Zhang. There was nothing suspicious. As expected, he was slapped in the face. "Why are you checking this electricity bill?" Chengzi asked puzzledly. Han Xu had to change the subject to avoid embarrassment, "Nothing, just guessing and checking."
"Oh," Chengzi also stopped the topic, "What does Song Jiaer's family do? Her car is not cheap, it seems to be a limited edition." Chengzi's biggest hobby is to study cars, guns, magazine models and so on. "I don't know, is the car she drives very expensive?" Han Xu was a little surprised. "You are not only directionally challenged, but also car-blind?" Orange said disdainfully. "Isn't that a Volkswagen?" Han Xu was speechless. "Have you ever seen such a high-end interior for an ordinary Volkswagen?" Orange was even more speechless, "That's the Phaeton. Have you ever heard a saying that you are not afraid of BMW and Land Rover, but afraid of Volkswagen with letters?" Han Xu shook his head woodenly, "No, it's the same as my car." "You are a country bumpkin!" This was the first time that Orange had openly despised Han Xu. "You are a country bumpkin!" The quarrels between men sometimes resemble kindergarten children. They pinched their way into the police station dormitory building and finally quieted down. There were so many people in the building, so they couldn't be too embarrassed. Han Xu returned to his room, took off his clothes, and revealed a solid body of muscles, with clear edges and corners, and vigorous and powerful. If Orange saw it, he would definitely be shocked. In fact, Han Xu has always maintained high-intensity exercise. He is the typical person who looks thin when dressed and has muscles when undressed. Of course, his actual combat skills are not weak either. With the basic combat skills given by the system, his strength is quite terrifying. Even Orange, who was born as a special forces soldier, is a little afraid of him. After being busy for several days in a row, he was exhausted. Just taking a shower made him feel much better. It was not yet 10 o'clock in the evening. Han Xu changed into a light sportswear and prepared to go out for a few laps. He could also sort out the case by the way. There was no decent sports venue next to the Beijiao Police Station. Han Xu could only jog along the curb of the main road. Under the shadow of the connected sycamore leaves, the light of the street lamps seemed weak. Han Xu kept his breathing rhythm, looking at the figures passing by while running. They are either young people in groups of two or three, white-collar workers who have just finished their night shift, or older women who have just finished square dancing, or even homeless vagrants. Han Xu will capture some information very carefully. This is a bad habit he has developed, like voyeurism. This is a very common mental illness, but it has given Han Xu a rare observation ability and bold imagination. In fact, Han Xu does not like himself in this state, but he has no way to overcome it. Han Xu, dressed in a black sportswear, is like a ghost, slowly moving along the busy road, without a goal, and often forgets the way he came... "The sky is full of imagination, and your heart is free of worries..." The familiar melody sounded, and Han Xu set "Blue Lotus" as the incoming call ringtone. "Hello, Jiaer, what's wrong?"
Song Jiaer's weak voice came from the other side, "Han Xu, where are you?" "Miss me, right? I know you can't leave me. It's only been an hour since we last met, and it feels like a long time ago, right?" Han Xu took the time to complain. "Get lost, I'm talking to you about business." Song Jiaer was angry. "I'm walking on the main road, how about we walk together?" "Did we miss the flower shop?!"
