Wang Xiaoqi is the culprit for hitting Feifei.

It's Yang Liu's younger brother.

Wang Hui wrote out Wang Xiaoqi's information.

Font size, waiter.

Thirteen sheets of paper.

Wang Hui held a marker and started from the first word and started carefully.

I kept seeing the last word.

While looking, marking the key positions.

After watching it, Wang Hui closed his eyes and thought for a while on the rocking chair.

Then read it again and think about it for a while.

Until the east turns white!

Wang Huicai fell asleep exhausted.

In his sleep, he was still making plans.

The next day, Wang Hui slept all day.

In the evening, he came to an old community in the city alone.

The residences here are all buildings from the 1980s and 1990s.

Severe aging.

The power supply line has not been re-wired.

There are also a bungalow opposite the building.

There are old faucets in front of the door.

The corridor is cramped and dark.

Due to the lack of sunlight in the corners of the wall for many years, and the occasional overflow of water from the sun water heater, the moss is lush under the combined effect.

As for the camera... there is.

Not many.

At the end of the alley, there is an outward-facing camera.

Xiao An walked in and walked in.

He is here to rent a house.

It is difficult for small households on the five-story building in an old community to rent out small buildings on the verge of the shade.

Xiao An rented it at the market price, and the landlord was too happy.

From this day on, every night, or late at night, when Wang Xiaoqi was full of wine and staggered into the corridor... there were always eyes staring at him in the dark.
Chapter completed!