The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 267 Basement

"How long have you bought this villa?" He Nan asked as he watched him take out the key and unscrew the door of the villa.

"Hey, this is passed down from my father..." Tom Kenan said with a gloomy expression: "Originally, he would often take us back here to live for a day or two on weekends, to feel the feeling of the countryside, and by the way, talk to his Old friends gather together... After his death, we rarely come back."

"So, you were originally from this village?"

"I'm not. My dad Nolan Kennan is." He opened the door and said, "Then he left the village and went to New York...he got a better career there, made a little money, and built a building next to his hometown The villa, it’s convenient to go back and have a look in the future... I guess there is also a show-off mentality in it. Let’s not talk about this... Please come in."

He opened the door and walked inside.

He Nan and the two followed closely behind.

As soon as you enter the house, it is the hall.

There is a staircase with a slow-walking platform that bends and is close to the northwest corner of the hall, and part of the second floor can be seen from the north side of the hall.

It can be vaguely peeped from a distance, and there is another staircase leading to the second floor.But only the windows high up in the stair area can be seen.

He Nan paced up and down in the hall, looked around briefly, but did not see the entrance to the basement.

"Where's the basement?"

"Its entrance is on the inside. Near the kitchen." Tom introduced: "The underground area has a warehouse, a boiler room, a power supply room and a room."

"There's no electricity now, is it?" He Nan pressed the switch, looked up at the lights, and found no response: "It's because someone cut off the wires, and you kept the scene as it was?"

"Yes... I didn't replace the new wires, because I thought I would never come back anyway." Tom's voice was full of bitterness: "Hey... just look around and call me if you have any questions."

"En." He Nan glanced around.

He confirmed that the floor, the sofa, and the carpet in the hall were covered with dust everywhere, and no one had used it for a long time.

"You haven't been here for half a year?" He Nan asked.

"Yes, not at all."

"Haven't you ever thought of calling a detective?"

"Hey... I never thought about it." When he said this, he looked helpless: "I didn't know that I could go to you directly! I thought the police had to agree to it, but when I heard that the case was closed, I..."

"...Well, I understand." He Nan sighed silently in his heart.

This is a common misconception.

Detectives are asked to investigate cases where they are the parties involved, and no one's consent is required.

The police have no right to stop them.

The right of detectives to maintain independent investigations independent of judicial process is very important.

Without this right, the police can create unjust, false and wrongly decided cases at will.There is no way to find out the truth afterwards.

"Okay, Shirley, let's go around." He Nan turned to Miyano Shiho and said, "Together?"

"Well, let's go together, we can investigate separately later." Shirley looked up at the garage at the far end of the corridor that couldn't be opened because of no electricity, and then turned to look at He Nan: "Let's go to the basement to have a look first. Yes. Tom, please come with me so that you can ask questions at any time."

"No problem." Tom nodded gloomily.

They went into the basement.

The first thing you pass by is the room near the stairs.

He Nan looked at it with a flashlight, and found a simple bed inside—the kind made of barbed wire, with a dusty, dirty mattress on it.

Other than that, there is only a bedside table, a writing desk, and a chair.

"What was the use of this room on the day of the incident?" He Nan asked.

"No one lives in it." He shook his head: "The rooms in the basement are usually not occupied by people. There were five of us that day, Bess and I lived in one room, and the other three lived in one room."

"How are the rooms allocated?"

"Beth and I live in the innermost bedroom on the northwest side of the second floor, near the stairs. Miriam Dole lives in the southeast corner bedroom on the second floor near the hall. Maggie Connor lives in the middle area of ​​the second floor, across from the terrace room. Lorenzo Cooper lives in the room east of the terrace on the second floor."

"Hmm..." He Nan listened, pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Is there no one living on the first floor?"

"Yes...we all live on the second floor." He said, "There are actually rooms on the first floor, but no one lives there. The first floor of this place is more humid, and living on the second floor is more comfortable."

"I see." He Nan nodded, and then asked, "Is there only one entrance to the basement?"

"Yes, you have to go through here to go to the basement."

"Want to go upstairs? There is a staircase in the hall, and one to the north... Is there any more?"

"No more, just two stairs."

"That's good." He Nan pondered for a moment, then spoke again: "Tell me, since the party started, has anyone ever gone down to the basement?"

"Everyone looked around when they first came. No one went after the party started." Tom paused and sighed: "Of course...except me. I went down three times."

"Check the cause of the power outage twice, what about the other time? What time is it?"

"The other time it was a party...it was about ten o'clock at night. I went to the basement warehouse and got the light bulb," Tom said. "The colorful one...it's still hanging under the chandelier in the lobby."

"Well, I saw it." He Nan recalled the scene he just witnessed: there was indeed a colorful light ball hanging there.

This thing is often used in dance halls.

This place is obviously also used to add atmosphere.

Some are directly set on the lamp to make the light colorful.

There are also activated ones, which can be hung up and directly used to make them glow with the remote control.

Only this kind of light ball can be used in a hall with such a large area.

There are so many bulbs in the chandelier that cannot be directly covered.

"Let's go, go and see the power supply room." He Nan stepped forward again: "These rooms were unlocked at the time, right?"

"Yes...but the power box is locked."

"This is not in the file...you didn't mention it to me."

"Hey... because it feels like it's not important, right?"

He Nan frowned: "Then, have you ever seen the lock being violently damaged?"

"No. But this lock has a backup key. To save trouble, I put it on the table next to it... I will lock it just to prevent things like moths from crashing into the power supply box and causing some problems, or being hit by someone. to the fuse box inside." He shook his head: "Hey... To put it bluntly, anyone can open this lock. If there is an intruder, he can easily open it. What I don't understand the most is that if the murderer wants to cut off the power, then What is he planning to do?"

"And it was broken twice." Shirley said: "Each should have a purpose."

(End of this chapter)