He pointed inside the room, with a face full of righteousness, he said, "He's inside! Shindai is inside!"

He wished he could rip out his own heart to show Beichuan Si his loyalty.

Toward this opportunist man, Beichuan Si also calmly kicked him in the butt.

Bang!!!

"Why do you still hit me when I've already told you everything!?"

The middle-aged, pudgy-faced man cried out in pain.

Beichuan Si clanged a hammer on the floor and coldly countered,

"Do you have a problem?"

"No!"

The middle-aged, pudgy-faced man shook his head vigorously.

Beichuan Si couldn't be bothered with this buffoon and stepped into the room.

Seeing the young man with the hammer charge into the room, the middle-aged, pudgy-faced man started having ill intentions.

If one person couldn't defeat him, then adding the three inside... surely they could, right?

As he contemplated, he soon heard 'bang! bang! bang!' muffled noises from the room along with men crying for mercy.

But following several crisp sounds of bones cracking, the room went quiet again.

This silence... sent cold sweat streaming down the face of the middle-aged pudgy man.

"Murder, has there been a murder?!"

He covered his mouth; his face turned instantly pale.

Frantically putting on his shoes, he dashed out of room 2204 and desperately dialed the police on his phone.

"Hello? Is this the police? Listen—"

...

About ten minutes later, the shrill siren of a police car sounded below, and several officers stepped out.

This sudden event made the tenants curiously step out of their rooms, watching this baffling scene late at night.

But the middle-aged pudgy man was beyond caring about anything else.

He charged over without hesitation, clutching the shoulders of the police in panic, and pointed at room 2204, "I called the police! Something's happened in there! A young man with a hammer stormed in... He's killed someone! He has already killed someone!"

Seeing the middle-aged pudgy man so panicked, the officers' expressions turned very serious.

One male officer spoke without hesitation, "Don't panic, tell us in detail what happened."

Upon hearing the officer, the pudgy man explained what happened, then he anxiously added, "That murderer has been inside for ten minutes now! What are you waiting for?! Hurry up and go in!"

The pudgy man made a valid point.

A young murderer had been inside for ten minutes, and for the safety of the public, they needed to take action now.

Considering the suspect was armed with a deadly weapon and might have already killed a victim, the police commander onsite did not hesitate to authorize the use of firearms.

With the officers protecting the middle-aged pudgy man, they cautiously entered room 2204.

It was a cramped room.

A stale smell of spoiled food permeated the air.

This already unpleasant smell, along with the stench of alcohol emanating from the room, made the officers frown deeply.

But they maintained their pace, stepping closer to the living room, and finally—

They entered with their pistols drawn!

"Stop resisting! We are the police!"

In an instant, they aimed their service pistols at the target inside the room, looking tense.

Who was the murderer?!

They wondered.

Then—

The scene in the room froze before their eyes.

There wasn't the 'brain matter, shattered bones, pieces of human flesh' as described by the middle-aged pudgy man outside.

There were just several drunken middle-aged men and one calm young man in the living room.

This sight baffled the officers who blinked.

They then turned to the equally stunned pudgy man and asked coldly, "Sir, how would you explain the current situation?"

Uh—

The middle-aged pudgy man's mouth hung open.

He staggered through the police and grabbed the man sitting at the table, his face full of astonishment as he blurted out, "How are you not dead? How are you still not dead? I just heard you screaming outside..."

The moment the corpulent man uttered these words, the man he had pulled up became displeased.

He brushed away the other's hand and asked incredulously, "I'd like to ask you why you stopped Mr. Beichuan from delivering the liquor to us at the door? Why did you even call the police?"

Huh?

The corpulent man was baffled.

Delivering liquor?

Stopped at the door?

And called the police?

He couldn't help but feel his own backside.

His butt still slightly ached.

That couldn't just be an illusion, could it?

But... all these fox and dog friends gathered around were staring at him cluelessly.

This made the corpulent man even more confused.

Could it be that he was drunk? Did he really mistake the liquor delivery guy for a homicidal maniac?

That didn't make sense, did it?

"Was he really just a liquor delivery guy?" the corpulent man queried.

"Kubo, have you had one too many?" chimed in a lean man beside him, somewhat helplessly.

His head still spinning, the police calmly spoke from behind, "Sir, this constitutes false reporting, which is a serious waste of police resources. Given the circumstances, we need you to come to our station tomorrow to give a statement, if that's alright?"

The young policeman also maintained a professional demeanor in this situation, keeping his tone calm.

The corpulent man opened his mouth, feeling something was off, but after thinking it over, he couldn't figure it out, so he just nodded, "I... I understand."

He couldn't help but glance again at Beichuan Si, sitting properly in the living room, and scratched his head.

He must have really been confused by the drink, right?

"Thank you for your cooperation," said the police simply, then scanned the scene once more to ensure there were no gambling activities before they finally left.

Once the police had departed, the corpulent middle-aged man sat down disgruntled, looking at his few fox and dog friends, unable to suppress his irritation, "If it was just the liquor delivery guy, why didn't you guys give me a heads up?! Then this mess wouldn't have happened!"

"At least the police didn't ask me to give a statement today."

He cursed under his breath as he sat down and took another sip of liquor.

But after a while,

The corpulent man began to realize something was seriously off.

No one in the room spoke except for the cold Beichuan Si, everyone else was looking at him with expressions of utter despair.

After a long time, the lean man finally asked with a trembling voice, "Why didn't you leave with the police?"

He hoarsely added, his face pale, no longer bearing the earlier expression.

"Huh? What do you mean by that? Are you wishing I were dead?" the corpulent man slammed his glass down on the table, "Or are you guys trying to ditch me and drink? Let me tell you! No way!"

His reaction made the other men look even more uneasy.

And it was then that Beichuan Si finally spoke up.

He asked coldly, "Who told you I came here to deliver liquor?"

"Uh... then you are...?" the corpulent man opened his mouth.

This time, Beichuan Si didn't answer the corpulent man but just extended his index finger emotionlessly and pointed under the table.

Under the table—

"What's down there?"

The corpulent man couldn't help but look down.

Below the table was undoubtedly a worn-out tatami mat that had turned black and furred up but had yet to be cleaned.

And on this tatami mat, there was something else.

He couldn't help but widen his blurry, drunken gaze.

It was a 'person'.

Only the upper half remained, the body blue-white and twisted at an unbelievable angle.

At that moment,

The upper body was clinging to his lower half.

The vindictive eyes—

Stared fixedly at him—

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