"How could that be?" Wang Lan finally looked up and asked. He had previously only discussed reviewing the related clues. The likelihood of Wu Changyue hiding in a house that had already been sold—a point Wang Lan had used merely as an example to urge his subordinates to be thorough—seemed too low.
But now, Wang Lan suddenly found it strange. Real estate prices in Modu City were already high, so why were Wu Changyue's houses priced higher than the surrounding market rate? Were his houses particularly outstanding?
"The police superintendent didn't ask, but real estate prices aren't fixed anyway. Even in the same complex, the same building, different floors will have different prices."
"Make me a spreadsheet of the times Wu Changyue sold his houses!"
"Okay!"
About an hour later, the transaction times and amounts for sixty houses were sorted and printed out. Wang Lan's eyes sparkled as he compared the figures on the spreadsheet.
