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Chapter 65 The Abnormalities at Home

On Qin Han's carriage.

Feng Nan sat in the back row, planning her itinerary after returning to Tang City.

First, Feng Nan planned to go home.

Go and look through the belongings left by your parents.

Feng Nan is now eager to know the secret of the "her" inside her.

Feng Nan's intuition told her that "her" existence must be related to her parents.

Or perhaps her parents knew of her existence.

"She" couldn't have appeared out of nowhere.

But it had never appeared before, so something must have happened, a secret that Feng Nan herself was unaware of.

So she had to go home.

Unable to understand the secrets surrounding her, Feng Nan always felt uneasy.

"Xiao Feng, what are your plans for the future?"

Qin Han, who was driving, asked.

Feng Nan figured it out in half a day, a mystery that the detectives hadn't been able to solve for days. Qin Han was amazed by her reasoning ability.

Having developed a fondness for talent and wanting to recruit Feng Nan to his side, he entered the hall.

Hearing Qin Han call her name, Feng Nan smiled slightly: "I'm going home to rest for a few days and recover from my injuries. I'll also check with the Tang City Major Crimes Unit to see if they have any difficult cases to solve."

"After all, I still hold the title of a specially appointed consultant."

With Feng Nan's intelligence, how could he not know what Qin and Han meant?

Qin Han was silent for a moment before asking, "Are you interested in working with me in the hall?"

"With your abilities, as a special talent, it would be easy for you to become a full-time employee."

Qin Han revealed his purpose.

After saying that, Qin Han stopped talking.

Quietly waiting for Feng Nan's reply.

Feng Nan shook her head: "No, I don't like being tied down. But if Team Leader Qin has any cases that need my help, I will definitely not refuse, but there will be a fee."

Feng Nan directly rejected Qin Han, but did not completely rule out the possibility of a relationship.

Qin Han nodded: "Okay."

After returning to the city, Feng Nan got off the bus.

All the doubts in the 803 case have been resolved, and a suspect was even arrested along the way. Feng Nan is no longer needed for the remaining work.

As long as we interrogate the suspects and follow the clues, it won't be long before we can catch all the suspects and declare the 803 case closed.

Feng Nan took a taxi to the hospital.

Yueyang has woken up.

He is still very weak.

I need to stay here for a while.

Feng Nan said goodbye to Yueyang and boarded the high-speed train back to Tangshi alone.

Two hours later!
Feng Nan arrived in Tang City.

As Feng Nan walked out of the train station, she waved for a taxi.

I went straight to my home in Tianfu Community.

Since the writer's murder, in which she nearly died alongside the killer, Feng Nan has not returned.

And the "she" inside Feng Nan only began to appear after this incident.

Feng Nan suspects that the reason she was able to kill the murderer was because of the "her" inside her body.

In the later case of the disappearance of the richest woman's daughter, her ability to escape the killer's pursuit was also largely due to her efforts.

Then came the Thirteen White Bones case, and finally, in the hotel, when Feng Nan was beating up the murderer, she felt she had lost control, and it was "she" who took action.

Almost every time he escaped death, it seemed that "she" was involved.

Although "she" has been helping Feng Nan through difficulties ever since she appeared, Feng Nan still feels uneasy.

Feng Nan fears that one day, she will be replaced by "her" and completely reduced to a spectator.

Feng Nan always carried the key with her.

Arriving at her front door, Feng Nan unlocked the door with her key and stepped into her home, which she had been away from for many days.

Soon, Feng Nan frowned.

Feng Nan's intuition told her that someone had been to her house and had been searching for something.

But it definitely wasn't an agent who came to the scene.

Because they won't rummage through things.

Feng Nan looked around, feeling uneasy, as if there was some danger in her home.

Feng Nan frowned deeply, and instead of immediately returning to the bedroom, she went into the kitchen.

suddenly!

Feng Nan felt a chill. One of the kitchen knives was missing.

Judging from the dust on the knife rack, the missing cleaver seems to have been taken away recently.

Feng Nan was startled and realized something was wrong.

Sure enough, someone had come to our house.

even--

That person might not have left yet.

Because the kitchen knife was not returned.

No thief would break into someone's home just to steal a kitchen knife.

They certainly wouldn't take the kitchen knife with them.

Thinking of this, Feng Nan inexplicably pulled another kitchen knife from the knife rack.

"I hope you've already left."

Looking at the kitchen knife in his hand, Feng Nan muttered to himself.

Feng Nan, carrying a kitchen knife, slowly walked towards the bedroom, whose door was half-open.

In Feng Nan's memory, her bedroom door should have been open.

After all, the murderer at the time was in a hurry to kill him, so he didn't seem like the type to close the door carelessly.

It's highly likely that the detectives who come in to investigate and collect evidence later will not enter her bedroom.

Even if they had been inside, they wouldn't simply close the door to preserve the complete scene.

Feng Nan walked to the half-open door, leaned against the wall, and listened intently to the sounds coming from the bedroom. The bedroom was quiet and silent.

After listening for less than three minutes, Feng Nan couldn't hear anything, so she slowly pushed open the door and peered into the room.

There was indeed no one in the bedroom.

At the very least, the person is not in the public eye.

Feng Nan took a deep breath, picked up a kitchen knife, and walked into the bedroom. Fearing that someone might be hiding behind the door, Feng Nan first swung the kitchen knife and chopped at the back of the door.

Feng Nan breathed a sigh of relief when his sword missed its mark.

There was no one behind the door, so the only places in the bedroom where someone could hide were the wardrobe, under the bed, and the balcony.

Feng Nan carried the kitchen knife and walked towards the wardrobe.

I'll save the information under the bed for last.

Feng Nan was afraid that someone might actually be waiting for her under the bed.

squeak-

Feng Nan forcefully pulled open the wardrobe door.

There was no one in the closet.

But the clothes inside were piled up in a messy heap.

Seeing this, Feng Nan's heart sank.

Sure enough, someone had been here.

They even went through her wardrobe.

Feng Nan instinctively tightened her grip on the kitchen knife.

I turned my head to look at the balcony door.

Feng Nan walked quickly towards the balcony.

wow-

He forcefully pulled open the balcony door.

The balcony was completely empty.

There were no strangers as Feng Nan had imagined.

However, the two cigarette butts on the balcony caught Feng Nan's eye.

Feng Nan herself is a non-smoker.

And she lives alone.

We haven't had any guests at home for a long time.

Others let people into the balcony to smoke.

Feng Nan squatted down and carefully examined the cigarette butt.

The cigarette butt was very new; it must have been thrown away in the last day or two, or even today.

It can be ruled out that the cigarette butts were left behind by the detectives who came to inspect the scene that day.

Feng Nan took out an evidence bag from his pocket and put the cigarette butts on the ground into it.

The evidence bag was something Feng Nan casually asked for from the technical investigation department at the funeral home; she never expected it to come in handy at home.

After putting away the cigarette butt, Feng Nan stood up.

Looking into the bedroom, the last place where someone could hide was under the bed!

Feng Nan, carrying a kitchen knife, slowly approached the bed. She took a deep breath, steeled her resolve, and suddenly ripped off the bed sheet...