Su Xiaocai glanced over, feeling that this person wasn’t simple. He hunched over, pretended to be pitiable, but in reality, he was just putting on an act.
Acting as the role of the innocent victim.
Before Xiang Qian could explain himself, Porlin said, "They got into a fight with him and broke the neighbor’s door."
Su Xiaocai: "And then, why did you guys fight?"
Yes, that’s the point.
Porlin found it a bit difficult to say, so it’s better for the person involved to speak.
"He was peeping on ," Xiang Qian said pitifully. Being a detective, he understood a bit about the law. Without evidence to prove the other party wanted to kill him, the assassin that ca for him carried no weapon.
Today, Kaye ca to pick him up, originally just to drop him off at his ho.
Xiang Qian—well, to say he’s timid isn’t exactly right. After all, he beca a detective, and that’s a high-risk profession. Those who gain notoriety face even greater danger.
If you’re timid, you can’t do it.
To say he’s bold, yet he’s cautious and sensitive.
After filming the murder video, and upon persuasion by Su Xiaocai, he was anxious and uneasy.
He felt it was necessary to move again, moving under the protection of Su Xiaocai.
So after he got ho, he asked Kaye to help move together.
The assassin might not have known Kaye was there or could have been very confident, fearing no one. At that ti, he burst into the room, intending to commit a cri.
Luckily, Kaye reacted quickly, engaging before the assassin could grab a weapon.
Later, when the assassin tried to escape, Kaye did not let him off.
It thus escalated into a tussle.
What could Xiang Qian do? He didn’t know who sent this assassin. If it wasn’t the sa group as the bathroom assassination attempt, speaking the truth rashly might provoke another one?
So he could only use this la excuse as cover for the police.
He ntioned the task Su Xiaocai entrusted him with, along with his conjecture that he might have offended a powerful entity.
This gave Su Xiaocai an excuse to bail him out.
Since that day, Xiang Qian moved from the original place.
Unexpectedly, this new place was also monitored, and if the person wasn’t peeping on him, then why would he break into his house?
Through Xiang Qian’s words, there was a humorous vibe like telling a codic monologue.
Su Xiaocai almost laughed out loud.
Xiang Qian, a big hefty man over six feet, claiming soone was peeping on him, and the person was a man.
The reason seed quite far-fetched.
The assassin lowered his head, "No, I just got the wrong door."
"The wrong door? Are you blind? Tell which building you’re from; outside my door hangs a doll wearing just underwear. Such a sleazy toy, do you have one?" Xiang Qian was so angry he mocked himself. They’re here to kill him and still putting on airs.
The assassin pulled out a doll from his pocket.
It was a plastic doll wearing underwear, made of cheap material.
The doll’s head had a random cloth piece for hair, with only a misaligned pair of painted eyes.
This was beyond sleazy, straight into creepy territory.
Xiang Qian didn’t expect the opponent to have this trick, and felt inexplicable fear.
Imagining soone who casually kills, watching over your every move, pondering over your actions, and possessing items you use to mark your ho.
Xiang Qian had a horrifying thought; this person might want to replace him.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead as he slid his chair a bit further away, looking at the assassin like a pervert.
The assassin said softly, "So I really went to the wrong house."
"Bullshit, you definitely have a crush on ."
The assassin was shocked.
The police on site couldn’t hold back the corners of their mouths. They generally don’t laugh unless they can’t help it.
Xiang Qian was ruthless, insisting on branding the assassin with that na. If he couldn’t imprison the assassin, he would disgust him.
"This underwear doll of mine is custom-made; tell where you bought yours. You can’t, right? You must have been following , imitating , and you say you’re not in love with ?"
Xiang Qian indeed appeared confident, the doll being bought from a roadside vendor for one yuan each, who assured its uniqueness because it was his five-year-old son’s practice piece.
"Sothing this ugly could only be custom. Custom-made to look just like mine—you say you’re not in love with , then is there another purpose?"
The assassin, who spent thirty yuan to have it printed, was full of grievances he couldn’t express. He couldn’t exactly say he planned to kill this fat guy.
Then disguise himself as him, dispose of the body, live in his house for a while, and then move out, thus letting soone vanish without a trace.
But he genuinely couldn’t think of another reason to argue back with the fat guy.
Xiang Qian, pointing at him, complained to the police, "Officer, now do you believe ? He was peeping on , trying to assault . Look at the bruises on my arm and the prints on my neck; he did them. If my friend wasn’t there, he would have succeeded in assaulting ."
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