Hearing the sounds from the corridor, Fang Cheng held a tal box and a travel bag, then also walked out the door and ca to the Zhou Family.
By this ti, the criminal investigation team from the City Police Station had already arrived.
They were visiting each household, inquiring about the events of last night and taking notes.
It’s just that it was their order of proceedings; they hadn’t yet reached the ninth floor.
"Brother Cheng, what are these things?"
Seeing Fang Cheng entering with bags big and small, Zhou Xiui asked with so surprise.
"These are rather special items, just hide them here for now to avoid attracting attention when the police co later."
Fang Cheng did not explain further.
Zhou Xiui suddenly rembered the handgun, and imdiately nodded her understanding.
She quickly led Fang Cheng into her bedroom and hid everything in the deepest part of the wardrobe.
Then she covered them with so old clothes, completely hidden unless soone searched thoroughly.
Besides, facing a policeman’s family, those detectives would inevitably lower their guard.
No matter how suspicious, they would never suspect Zhou Xiui or Fang Cheng, who was with her.
Perhaps... this was the reason Zhou Yongnian specifically instructed her.
Fang Cheng felt a touch in his heart, his gaze again falling on that shaky door.
A deeply indented footprint was very striking.
As if recounting sothing extrely violent that had happened last night.
Thinking about it, Fang Cheng simply decided to dismantle the door entirely and hid it under Zhou Yongnian’s bed.
In the end, only an iron gate was left.
Even if soone noticed the inner door was missing, it could be explained away as broken, waiting for a new one to be installed.
After making all these preparations, another half-hour passed.
Several patrol officers, tasked with conducting interviews and searches, finally arrived.
Perhaps Zhou Yongnian had given them a heads-up, they appeared quite approachable.
One young policeman even complinted Fang Cheng on his sturdy physique and asked if he usually exercised.
Fang Cheng responded with a naive smile.
Of course, their main focus was on the murder that occurred last night and the bewildering events witnessed by everyone afterward.
Comparing Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiui’s responses with others’ statents to find any overlooked details.
But Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiui had already prepared their statents in harmony.
After about five to six minutes of questioning and taking notes, the police rely glanced around the living room and then left.
Knowing that Fang Cheng lived next door, they did not request to check his ho.
Things turned out unexpectedly smooth.
Fang Cheng slightly relaxed.
However, there had been no sight of the legendary Special Search Team Commissioner so far.
It was approaching noon.
Watching TV dramas, Zhou Xiui stood up to start making lunch.
She seed carefree, bustling joyously.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng also entered the kitchen to help, showing off his skillet flipping skills and practicing his Cooking Skill.
While he was stir-frying diced cucumber with pork, footsteps echoed down the corridor.
A man and a woman, strangers, accompanied by a detective, approached.
Their gaze passed through the iron gate, into the openly visible living room.
Seeing the figures busy in the kitchen, seemingly a couple.
They then withdrew their gaze and continued walking without paying much attention.
In the smoky kitchen.
Fang Cheng appeared calm but was secretly all ears.
Using his senses far superior to ordinary people, he eavesdropped on the quiet conversation of those outside.
As a phrase drifted into his ear:
"The man wearing a white mask..."
Fang Cheng’s heart suddenly chilled.
"Indeed..."
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