Turns Out Xu Mo is the Real Cao Cao

"Smoke smell?" Han Fei said, "Is there smoke smell in this room? Are you sure it's not the smoke smell on us?"

As a seasoned smoker, Han Fei had long been permeated by smoke.

His clothes and body were full of smoke smell, the kind that couldn't be washed off.

Of course, he couldn't smell the smoke on himself.

Because of years of smoking, his sense of smell for smoke was very low.

He couldn't detect even a hint of smoke.

In fact, it wasn't just Han Fei.

Any seasoned smoker couldn't smell the smoke on themselves.

Only non-smokers or those who smoke very little could detect it.

Shen Manyi shook her head, very certain.

"It's not from you. I'm sure it's the smoke smell in this room. The smell is faint, but I can still smell it. Someone must have smoked here not long ago."

Hearing this, Han Fei turned to look at the officers behind him.

"Did you guys smell it?"

One by one, the officers shook their heads like a rattle drum.

What smoke smell?

They really didn't smell anything!

After asking the officers, Han Fei turned back to Shen Manyi.

He was a bit suspicious if Shen Manyi had smelled it wrong.

"Are you sure you didn't smell it wrong, not the smoke smell on us?"

Shen Manyi nodded.

"I'm sure, it's in the room."

Pausing, she added, "You all smoke frequently, so it's normal not to smell a slight smoke smell. If you don't believe me, you can try smelling your clothes to see if you can smell the smoke."

Officers, especially male officers, mostly smoke heavily.

They often work on a case for ten hours or even a day and night without sleep, and there aren't many things that can keep them awake at any time, but cigarettes are one.

The more they smoke, the less sensitive they become to the smell of smoke.

The officers Han Fei brought out this time just happened to be smokers.

It was normal that they couldn't smell the smoke in the room.

But Shen Manyi doesn't smoke.

She's very sensitive to the smell of smoke!

As soon as she entered the door, she smelled the smoke.

Originally, she thought Han Fei could also smell it and didn't say anything.

But then she found that Han Fei hadn't noticed the smoke in the room at all and was even planning to call off the search, so she couldn't help but speak up.

Han Fei lifted his sleeve and sniffed.

He didn't smell any smoke.

"I can't smell anything. I guess I've smoked too much and am not that sensitive to the smell of smoke anymore."

He no longer doubted Shen Manyi's nose.

Among everyone he brought out, Shen Manyi was the most sensitive to the smell of smoke.

If she said there was smoke in the room, then there must be smoke.

And from the fact that the smoke smell hadn't dispersed, it showed that someone had smoked here not long ago.

The time couldn't be more than twenty minutes.

Someone was in the room twenty minutes ago, but now they're gone.

There could only be two situations.

One is that the person is hiding somewhere in the room, and the officers didn't find them.

The other is that the person in the room left before they arrived.

Thinking of this, Han Fei said to the officers.

"Check again carefully to see if there's anywhere you missed."

Then he looked at Chen Ke.

"Go get the surveillance footage from the property management. Twenty minutes... no, get the footage from the last half hour. See if these two people left before we arrived."

...

Meanwhile, in the next room, 2010.

"Little brother, don't... don't get excited. Let's talk it over. Whether you want to rob money or rob me, I promise to cooperate with you. Just don't hurt me..." The female owner of the room had a frightened expression.

What scared her was a young man standing in front of her wearing a cap.

She didn't even know when this man in the cap came in.

But she was too lazy to think about how he got in or when he came in.

At this moment, she only had one thought: as long as this man didn't hurt her.

Even to avoid being hurt, she had already prepared to be robbed of money, or robbed of her body, or even robbed of both.

In short, anything was fine, as long as it didn't involve harming her life, everything was negotiable!

The man in the cap was Xu Mo.

Just now, he heard the commotion of the Investigation Team outside the door and, in a hurry, climbed onto the balcony of 2011, jumping from the balcony of 2011 to the balcony of 2010.

Before climbing over the balcony, he also put out the few cigarettes he had just lit and threw them down from the balcony.

It wasn't that he was afraid the Investigation Team would find out that someone had just been in that room.

It was mainly because he was afraid that Han Fei would find a row of cigarette butts and discover the secret of a hidden room behind the wall.

He didn't want to give the Investigation Team a gift.

Xu Mo took off his cap.

Smiling at the female owner of the house, "Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, I promise not to hurt you."

Seeing Xu Mo's handsome and youthful face hidden under the cap,

the woman suddenly felt... being robbed of money or body by such a handsome young man didn't seem like a loss!

It was like spending money to hire a handsome escort!

So, her eyes looking at Xu Mo became a bit shy.

"I'll cooperate, I'll definitely cooperate..."

Seeing this, the viewers in the live broadcast room got excited.

"Wow, Xu Mo is really something. He's the biggest Cao Cao!"

"Keep going, keep going, hurry up, don't show me the plot, just start!"

"This woman is not bad, she has that mature charm... I really like this type."

"Do you only like this type? What type don't you like? You pervert, I spit!"

"That said, this one is really good, no wonder the other guy dared to come for a snack despite the risk of being caught."

"..."

Room 2011.

Another round of careful search.

Still didn't find the person hiding in the room.

If no one was found in the room, then most likely they had already run away.

But Han Fei couldn't be sure.

Whether these two had run away or not, he had to see the surveillance footage to determine.

It was also possible that these two were hiding too well, leading to them not being found.

Just then, Chen Ke, who had gone to get the surveillance footage, returned.

He shook his phone at Han Fei: "Got the surveillance footage, Han Team. It's all copied onto my phone."

Saying this, he unlocked his phone, found the surveillance footage he had just copied from the property management, and handed the phone to Han Fei.

Han Fei took the phone and started watching.

While Han Fei was watching the surveillance footage, Chen Ke added on the side.

"There's no corridor surveillance footage. The property management said the corridor surveillance cable was recently bitten by rats and hasn't been repaired yet. There's only elevator surveillance and the surveillance of the main entrance on the first floor."

Hearing that the corridor surveillance was broken, Han Fei didn't say anything.

Surveillance damage was something unavoidable.

But even if there were only elevator surveillance and the main entrance surveillance, that was enough.

Just look to see if anyone took the elevator down from the 20th floor within half an hour and if anyone left the main entrance during this period.

A little screening would give the result.

If the two really ran away, then follow the surveillance to track them.

If they didn't run, then they must still be here, just keep searching.

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