Chapter 1: Yogurt, Banana X Mysterious Death Scene

  I drew it myself, sorry about that

  September 11th, 10:22 pm.

  The security guard at the property management office listlessly watched videos on his phone and sighed that his days were getting more and more dull.

  Every day is spent sitting in the security booth watching residents come and go, life is about to grow thick black spots. He's already 29 years old, but his marriage has not made any progress at all. Of course, he had blind dates with several girls before, but as soon as they heard that he was a security guard, they immediately ran away. In the eyes of these very realistic girls, being a security guard means having no prospects or dignity for life, and most importantly, having no money. Have you ever seen a security guard who owns a house and a car?

  Someone suddenly walked over.

  Xiao Lai recognized the newcomer as a resident of this place, Mr. Yang.

  Mr. Yang wore a white checked shirt, black trousers and leather shoes. He was very fat, with a big belly, walking slowly, occasionally stroking his belly with his left hand.

  Mr. Yang, with a plastic bag from the Baiga Mall in his right hand, full of things and bulging, walked over to Xiao Lai and said: "Young man, sorry to bother you, I suddenly remembered that I still need to buy something important, so I'll leave this bag here, would you mind helping me keep an eye on it?"

  To the host, Xiaolai naturally nodded quickly and said: "Nothing, nothing, I'll help you watch it. I won't let the bag out of my sight."

  "Haha, it's serious, but it's not some precious item, just some fruit I just bought."

  Mr. Yang smiled and left, Xiao Lai looked at Mr. Yang's bag with boredom.

  The plastic bag was semi-transparent, and you could see that inside, apart from a bunch of golden-yellow bananas, there was nothing else. These bananas, one by one, were plump in shape, golden in color, without any spots or impurities, the kind of bananas that are most expensive in shopping malls. Even the little rascal sitting next to him could smell a faint banana fragrance.

  Xiao Lai suddenly sighed: "It's really good to be rich, you can buy whatever you want to eat! The bananas I usually eat are the cheapest ones that people sell at a discount after they turn black."

  About 10 minutes later, Mr. Yang came back quickly. His two hands were empty, with only his right hand holding a row of Danone probiotic yogurt.

  It wasn't until later when I thought back on this matter that I realized what Mr. Yang said about forgetting to buy something very important, which turned out to be these Danone probiotic yogurt drinks.

  Mr. Yang arrived at the entrance of the security booth, smiled and said to Little Lai: "Young man, thank you!" Then, he took out a row of golden bananas from the plastic bag and placed them on the table, saying: "These bananas were just bought tonight, fresh, young man, try some too!"

  Xiao Lai hastily said: "No, no, you're too polite—"

  Mr. Yang still smiled and said, "What's the politeness for? It's not a precious fruit, and the property management office doesn't have a rule that prohibits eating fruit during working hours, does it?" Mr. Yang said while putting the yogurt he bought into a plastic bag, then walked away with a smile.

  Xiao Lai gazed at Mr. Yang's gradually disappearing back, looking down at the bunch of golden bananas, and suddenly a surge of intense warmth welled up in his heart.

  September 12th, 5:55

  Aunt Cai got up very early today, because her son recently scored 100 points in a math test and became the first in his grade, which really put gold on Aunt Cai's face. With a happy event, she was in high spirits, humming "You are my little apple" as she swept the stairs with a broom. The work of a cleaner is very hard, requiring her to come every morning and evening to clean each floor, especially needing to empty the trash cans.

  This is a high-end residential building where the rich gather, and it's said that the price of this building has already reached 60,000 yuan per square meter. However, some of the wealthy people living here have very poor hygiene habits. As the cleaning auntie in charge of this building, Aunt Cai often sees the trash cans next to the stairwell filled with all sorts of garbage. She even saw various colored condoms and fake sex toys scattered among the trash on the ground.

  Now, Aunt Cai has swept up to the 12th floor.

  Each floor of the luxurious building has only 4 households, but the sanitation situation on this floor is what troubles Aunt Cai the most. Every time she sweeps, it's always the trash can on this floor that has the most garbage. Aunt Cai knows that except for the owner of room 1201 who pays great attention to hygiene, the other three households are very messy and often litter.

  Aunt Cai came to the side of the trash can, carefully swept the floor, and then poured the garbage in the trash can into a black bag.

  At this time, Aunt Cai suddenly discovered that the iron door of 1201's household was open and had not been closed, revealing a gap about the width of a fist.

  A ray of light shines through the crack.

  Aunt Cai remembered that the head of household in 1201 was a middle-aged man named Mr. Yang, who should be living alone. He was polite and courteous, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, always smiling and looking kind. Aunt Cai had such a deep impression of Mr. Yang because during last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, when she was sweeping the floor, Mr. Yang happened to come out with his trash and met her. He asked Aunt Cai to wait for a moment, then went back home and brought out three boxes of very famous mooncakes, saying: "Someone gave them to me, but I've had some stomach problems lately and can't eat greasy food, so I'll give them to you."

  Such a wealthy family is still enthusiastic about Cai Ayi, a grassroots citizen, which deeply moved Cai Ayi. However, Cai Ayi rarely sees him, and in a year, she probably only meets him 3 or 4 times.

  So early, Mr. Yang's iron gate at home was not closed, did he forget to close it when he left? This idea was quickly denied by Aunt Cai, now only more than 5 o'clock, Mr. Yang could not leave home so early.

  "Could it be that a thief has broken in?" Aunt Cai thought, and immediately walked to the iron gate. The wooden door behind the iron gate was also open and hadn't been closed. Aunt Cai called out softly through the gap: "Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang are you home?"

  The room was quiet and still, with no sound at all.

  Although no one responded, Aunt Cai didn't dare to enter the house either. Through the gap in the iron gate, she could see a bit of the hall's appearance, which made Aunt Cai couldn't help but praise and think "The place where rich people live is indeed super luxurious!"

  "Mr. Yang, are you home? I see that your iron gate is not closed."

  Still silent as ever.

  Aunt Cai decided to go in and take a look, she pushed open the iron gate and walked in.

  A spacious and bright hall, although the sun has not come out yet, but the hall is still very bright. The snow-white walls, the curtains are also snow-white, giving people a sense of simplicity and comfort. A crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, emitting a charming and noble atmosphere. There is a large glass tank next to the TV, with a golden dragon fish swimming back and forth in the water.

  Mr. Yang was not in the hall, but Aunt Cai found that the door of a bedroom next to it was also open.

  Cai Ayi hesitated for 15 seconds and decided to go take a look at the bedroom door after all.

  She stepped onto the smooth and clean floor, came to the bedroom, and looked inside. Aunt Cai later regretted it extremely, regretted it to death, she would rather have overslept and not come so early to clean, would rather her son had failed his exam and was furious and didn't want to work, because at Mr. Yang's bedroom door, she saw the most terrifying scene of her life:

  On the snow-white large bed, Mr. Yang, wearing a silver silk pajamas, lay flat on the bed in a "big" shape, his body presenting a "big" character posture. He closed his eyes tightly, but there was not a hint of pain on his face, and it could even be said that he had a hint of serenity. Mr. Yang's hands were slightly curved, as if he wanted to lift them up.

  His silver soft silk pajamas rolled up, exposing his abdomen. Mr. Yang was already middle-aged, with a plump figure and a rounded belly. But at this moment, his belly was not bulging at all, because on his abdomen, a slit was cut open by a sharp blade, and a layer of sticky intestines slid out from the slit, as if someone had reached into the slit and pulled out the intestines from inside the abdomen, dangling them outside.

  Next to the big bed, a deep green plastic trash can was placed. Inside the trash can, there was a yogurt bottle and many, many banana peels. Some of the banana peels were yellow with black spots on them, while others had turned completely black.

  The snow-white large bed had been dyed into a deep red color by the fresh blood, and Mr. Yang, who was gentle and courteous, lay stiffly and coldly on the bed, announcing his own death.

  Cai Ayi clutched her stomach, which was churning like a stormy sea, and ran out wildly.

  "Someone's coming - he's dead!"

  In the morning, the sky suddenly darkened and started to drizzle with a gentle rain, adding a thin layer of coolness to the early autumn.

  I curled up in the soft sofa with a most comfortable posture, spread out the newspaper to read the news, and then let out a long sigh. 53-year-old Zou Guanjia slowly walked over from the inner side of the hall to my side and said: "Thirteen, it's already been three months, you still can't get used to being the president of Wuyi Society?"

  I glared at Director Zou and said, "I just graduated from university and was about to start my career when suddenly you appeared out of nowhere telling me I have to inherit some weird organization called Wu Xie Society and investigate mysterious cases. Excuse me, I'm not Sherlock Holmes or Conan or Kindaichi. And look, it's already been three months, have you seen any mysterious cases happen?