Su Xiaocai glanced over, feeling that this person wasnât 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 neighborâs door."
Su Xiaocai: "And then, why did you guys fight?"
Yes, thatâs the point.
Porlin found it a bit difficult to say, so itâs better for the person involved to speak.
"He was peeping on me," 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 came for him carried no weapon.
Today, Kaye came to pick him up, originally just to drop him off at his home.
Xiang Qianâwell, to say heâs timid isnât exactly right. After all, he became a detective, and thatâs a high-risk profession. Those who gain notoriety face even greater danger.
If youâre timid, you canât do it.
To say heâs bold, yet heâs 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 home, 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 time, he burst into the room, intending to commit a crime.
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 didnât know who sent this assassin. If it wasnât the same group as the bathroom assassination attempt, speaking the truth rashly might provoke another one?
So he could only use this lame excuse as cover for the police.
He mentioned 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 wasnât peeping on him, then why would he break into his house?
Through Xiang Qianâs words, there was a humorous vibe like telling a comedic monologue.
Su Xiaocai almost laughed out loud.
Xiang Qian, a big hefty man over six feet, claiming someone was peeping on him, and the person was a man.
The reason seemed quite far-fetched.
The assassin lowered his head, "No, I just got the wrong door."
"The wrong door? Are you blind? Tell me which building youâre 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. Theyâre 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 dollâs 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 didnât expect the opponent to have this trick, and felt inexplicable fear.
Imagining someone who casually kills, watching over your every move, pondering over your actions, and possessing items you use to mark your home.
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 me."
The assassin was shocked.
The police on site couldnât hold back the corners of their mouths. They generally donât laugh unless they canât help it.
Xiang Qian was ruthless, insisting on branding the assassin with that name. If he couldnât imprison the assassin, he would disgust him.
"This underwear doll of mine is custom-made; tell me where you bought yours. You canât, right? You must have been following me, imitating me, and you say youâre not in love with me?"
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 sonâs practice piece.
"Something this ugly could only be custom. Custom-made to look just like mineâyou say youâre not in love with me, then is there another purpose?"
The assassin, who spent thirty yuan to have it printed, was full of grievances he couldnât express. He couldnât 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 someone vanish without a trace.
But he genuinely couldnât 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 me? He was peeping on me, trying to assault me. Look at the bruises on my arm and the prints on my neck; he did them. If my friend wasnât there, he would have succeeded in assaulting me."