Chapter 407 Difficult Owner

"What's going on in Building 5? Are these broken sacks and foam plastics thrown down by his family?"

Jiang Yang's brows knit together tightly.

No criminals were detected within the 730-meter range of the crime radar. Most of them were ordinary people, pure white dots.

There are also some green dots.

"yes!"

Real estate is actually troublesome.

The biggest fear in this business is that someone will not listen to instructions and insist on doing the opposite.

"Our communities in Mianfang New Village have very strict requirements. Garbage trucks come three times every morning, noon and evening, and residents are required to take out garbage within the corresponding time period."

"Every time, we arrange for housekeepers to help and check the garbage classification. Most of the owners and tenants are very cooperative, which saves everyone trouble. However, there are a few people who make trouble everywhere. Because of Building 5, we in Wucun The nearby residential areas are so despised.”

I was fed up with the cowardice, and when I saw the police and property management, I complained bitterly, and said a lot of things with a slight accent.

After Jiang Yang listened for a while, he realized that the residents of Building 5 he was referring to were Building 5, Room 401.

The owner is a middle-aged man.

Enter the main entrance of the community and turn left to the third building, which is just within the detection range of the crime radar.

He calmly moved a few steps to the left, but the red dot representing the criminal still did not appear on the crime radar.

"Hey, he doesn't go out to work even though he's well-off. He stays at home quietly during the day, and starts playing music and making noise at night. Police officers, you don't know how many times he has been complained by his neighbors!"

"The police came to mediate, but he drove him out with a broom."

"In short, ever since he moved in, Cotton Spinning Village has been in trouble, and its reputation is the worst in the surrounding area. Our house here is not easy to rent even if the agency lowers the price!"

After the words fell, several residents watching nearby echoed loudly.

"Yes, yes, yes, Officer Jiang, hurry up and treat him! What kind of smell does the house smell? It's so bad! My mother-in-law lives next door to him and is very unlucky. The strange smell can go away without opening the windows at home. Run in through the crack in the window!"

There was a middle-aged couple pushing a stroller who was so excited that they even said and gestured, "If they don't have enough money to buy a new house, who would want to live next to that psycho!"

Jiang Yang was afraid that she would get angry and avoid suffering from heatstroke on a hot day.

So he immediately asked Xu Fei to grab a dozen bottles of mineral water from the trunk of the police car and distribute them to everyone.

"Calm down, tell me in detail, what else has he done?"

After finishing speaking, the residents stopped drinking water and started to complain.

Guo Jin and Xu Fei each quickly recorded in a small notebook, and Jiang Yang also held a voice recorder.

But everyone must have been grudges for a long time, and their voices are getting louder than the last.

The traffic on the main road along the street is rolling, and all kinds of noise are pouring in.

Jiang Yang looked at the recorder helplessly and felt that it was not as good as his own ears.

The advantages of hearing improvement are fully realized at this moment.

No matter what everyone is talking about, he can accurately classify it and remember it in his heart.

"...Officer Jiang, I'm not exaggerating at all! One time I passed by his door after returning from a night shift, and boy, there was a sinister laughter inside!"

"It's like the one in horror movies, you know 'Jie Jie Jie'? The sensor light in the corridor was broken that day. I was so scared that I didn't dare to move!"

"After that, every time it was my night shift, I would take a flashlight with me and turn it on as soon as I got home."

The uncle who spoke covered his heart and vividly described the scene to Jiang Yang. He also said that he would call the police immediately after he recovered after a few minutes.

"Then what?"

Xu Fei asked curiously.

"What else can we do? The police said it's not illegal to do this in your own home."

The uncle spread his hands, feeling extremely depressed.

"Hey, you just suffer from poverty!"

"yes!"

"If you had money, you would have moved away long ago. Who would have to suffer this!"

These people are all residents of Building 5, and they all look disheveled when they mention 401.

"Okay, let's go up and take a look. This kind of thing is not illegal. We can only educate as much as possible."

Jiang Yang said it euphemistically, but everyone understood it.

The real estate agent first reported the resident registration information to him, and then gave him several explanations over and over again, but he refused to accompany him upstairs.

He said he was afraid of being beaten.

"Song Ruiyang..."

Jiang Yang entered his name and ID number into the police system, and more detailed information popped up within a few seconds.

"37 years old, miniature landscape designer...hiss, this profession is quite exciting!"

Guo Jin looked over and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"A native of Kyoto, you are so well-behaved! Your registered permanent residence is in the sky! Why did you come to settle down in Rongcheng?"

He couldn't help but raise his head and ask.

"Maybe it's to experience life, right? Isn't that what designers are like? When they run out of inspiration, they run around. Besides, the conditions for home purchase are relatively loose and prosperous for people from other provinces. It's normal for us to choose Rongcheng City, right?"

Jiang Yang read ten lines at a glance and became even more doubtful about Song Ruiyang.

When leaving, he asked the property management and security guards to help take out the sacks and foam plastic boxes thrown away by 401. There were plastic bags of various sizes in the trunk of the police car, which were just perfect for holding evidence.

Even though Song Ruiyang is not a suspect, his behavior is still suspicious.

Leaving a few people downstairs, Jiang Yang led the team straight to the fourth floor.

Mianfang Wucun is the husband's house. There is no elevator installed and there are no surveillance cameras in the corridor.

The few that have cameras here and there have them installed on their doors at their own expense.

"Dong dong dong!"

Jiang Yang raised his hand and knocked on the door. He searched around but didn't see the doorbell.

"Is he not here?"

Xu Fei came closer.

Guo Jin shook his head, "No, the property management just said that this guy only goes downstairs to the supermarket to buy daily necessities and food every Wednesday, except for throwing away garbage. He orders takeout and online shopping at other times."

"It is said that the frequency is not low."

He lowered his voice and was talking, when the security door in front of him was suddenly opened from the inside.

It was only a crack.

"Who are you looking for?"

Song Ruiyang's half face was exposed.

The sun was hot outside, but it was pitch black when you looked through the crack in the door.

Jiang Yang glanced at him, and the crime radar showed that he was a good person, a green dot.

"Hey, hello Mr. Song, there is a case that we would like to ask you to go back with us to assist in the investigation."

He said as gently as possible.

"No time!"

"Bang!"

However, Song Ruiyang had a strange temper, and he slammed the door shut, and the cold wind blew on Jiang Yang's face.

"...Mr. Song, please cooperate with the police."

"You are now suspected of a homicide case, and the police have the right to..."

Before Jiang Yang finished speaking, the door opened again.

"What homicide case? I have never committed any crime!"

Song Ruiyang frowned.

"Well, I'm not saying you committed a crime, but I'm saying it might be related to you," Jiang Yang didn't wait for the other party to say anything else, and immediately held the door panel with one hand, and crossed his legs to block the door gap, "According to the feedback from the residents of the community, you have been unwilling to sort garbage for a long time, and you threw the packaging everywhere. You also threw a pile of woven sacks around 11:30 yesterday morning. Is that true?"