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I thought for a moment and said, "In reality, I've only seen him for that brief moment earlier, but from his eagerness to retrieve the painting while not wanting us to investigate further at the Xiyan Pavilion, it’s clear he’s just an ordinary businessman who is only concerned about his own interests."
Zhou Fan nodded slightly, his expression inscrutable.
"So what are we going to do next?" I asked, my eyes filled with anticipation.
"We're going to find the woman who lingered around the painting." Zhou Fan's gaze became resolute, as if he could already see the dawn of solving the case.
"What? Do you know where she is?" I looked at him in surprise.
"That's quite simple. The woman came from Dong Street Entrance and left via West Street Entrance, so she couldn't have driven here. But if she is indeed the thief of the painting, she wouldn't choose to live nearby; that would increase her chances of being discovered. Therefore, it’s likely she took a bus or a taxi to get here.
I had just asked the lady selling Qin Dynasty Glass Cups, and according to her description, the woman was dressed quite ordinarily. This suggests that she probably took the bus to save money instead of taking a taxi.
Both Dong Street Entrance and West Street Entrance have bus stops for routes 128 and 22. The woman could take either of these buses to go home... In summary, her approximate residence should be around the focal point of these two bus routes—the residential area of the Second Ring." As Zhou Fan spoke, he gestured with his hands, exuding confidence and intelligence.
Although Zhou Fan's reasoning had its merits, I still felt overwhelmed when faced with dozens of cheap apartment buildings. This dense cluster of apartments resembled a vast maze; finding one person within it would be no easy task.
When I turned my hopeful gaze back to Zhou Fan, this self-assured detective could only shrug helplessly. "Let's ask around one by one and see if anyone knows of such a woman."
We spent a full three hours searching for this potentially fictional thief. Our efforts finally bore fruit when we learned from the security guard at F Building around noon that there was indeed someone fitting her description.
Following the address provided by the guard, we made our way toward Unit Two of F Building.
The gatekeeper was a kind-looking old man, always smiling and seemingly very talkative. He often boasted about his ten years of experience working as a gatekeeper. According to the Old Gatekeeper, the woman we were describing was silent and reserved; in the year since she had moved in, she hadn't spoken a single word to him.
As we approached the entrance of Unit Two, an ominous feeling began to stir within me, and my heart started to race uncontrollably.
"Alright, this is it," Zhou Fan said, looking up at the doorplate of 202, his voice lowered as a hint of tension and anticipation flickered in his eyes.
I nodded at him, taking a deep breath in an effort to calm myself.
"Mm." Zhou Fan replied softly before knocking on the door and calling out loudly, "Is anyone there?"
His voice echoed in the quiet hallway but received no response.
Zhou Fan knocked again, but this time with a bit more force. To our surprise, with a barely audible creak of the hinges, the door opened slightly on its own.
The door wasn't locked?
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