"We meet again, Mr. Police Officer!"
Wang Qing waved his hand and greeted the arriving police officers warmly.
These policemen were all wearing black police uniforms and police hats on their heads.
The brim of the police hat was extremely wide and buckled down deeply, covering most of his face.
At a glance, all he could see was a pale and sharp lower jaw.
Can't see clearly the facial features.
Despite this, Wang Qing still recognized his acquaintance.
One of the police officers had naturally curly black hair. The weight of the hat pressed the hair down, and a few strands of hair stuck out from the gap in the brim of the hat, rising up as if refusing to admit defeat.
Last time at the Xi'an Cemetery, Wang Qing caught the tomb robber and called the police. He was also among the people who came.
Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Wang Qing felt relieved and took the initiative to get closer.
"I also reported the case this time. We caught a murderer here."
As Wang Qing spoke, he motioned to the butler to drag the chef over.
"It's this guy. He killed a woman and hid her body in the kitchen sink. The body was swollen and the lower body was eaten away..."
Wang Qing confided everything he knew to the police.
Final summary:
"In short, you must bring the evil to justice!"
Really loud.
At this time, the chef had no air coming in and no air coming out.
Lying on the ground, besides twisting like a maggot, he grunted like a pig.
I can't even say a complete sentence.
What's more important is that his knife is still in Wang Qing's hand.
Apparently, the police who came here also noticed this.
Although every police officer lowered the brim of his hat and did not expose his eyes,
But there were several invisible sights falling on Wang Qing's right hand.
I felt like someone was staring at my hand.
Only then did Wang Qing realize that he lowered his head and found that he was holding a bone-cutting knife.
One was the restaurant chef who fell to the ground, covered in blood and bruises.
One was a customer who stood as steady as a rock, seemingly unharmed, and holding a sharp knife.
From this look, who looks more like the villain?
Wang Qing stared blankly at the knife in his hand for three seconds.
He quickly took a step forward, holding the knife in fear and approaching the police.
He was still explaining: "Ah, this, this is the murder weapon I captured."
With that said, Wang Qing was about to hand the knife to the police.
The sharp blade flashed with a hint of cold light, faintly showing the scarlet color of drinking blood.
A strong evil spirit hit his face.
All the police officers took a step back.
Put some distance between yourself and this knife.
"Officer, this is the murder weapon I seized. It can be used as evidence!"
Wang Qing didn't realize it and took another step forward, preparing to hand the knife to the police officer he was familiar with.
Police officer: "..." Tactically fall back.
Wang Qing continued to pass it forward.
The officer continued to lean back.
Finally, there was no retreat.
A clear male voice came from under the brim of the police hat.
"Madam, thank you for your report. Our bureau will accept this case. As for this knife, please keep it properly."
The police officer's voice sounded much younger than Wang Qing expected.
Like a young man in his early twenties.
"Eh?"
Wang Qing was stunned for a moment, staring at the knife in his hand, with a trace of confusion on his face.
"You actually let me keep it for myself?"
However, she has been a law-abiding citizen since she was a child. Her teacher taught her to listen to the police uncle since she was a child.
She didn't think much, she immediately stood up straight and agreed with a strong voice: "Okay, comrade police!"
A police officer stepped forward and knelt down in front of the chef who was lying on the ground.
The chef's low moaning and gasping sounds suddenly became louder.
When Wang Qing heard this, he immediately kicked the chef on the fat thigh.
"Be honest, you still dare to quibble in front of the police!"
The police officer observed the chef for a while.
Especially the intestines wrapped around the chef's arm lingered for a while.
He raised a hand and touched his chin thoughtfully.
This night has really been a long time.
Wang Qing stood there and gradually became sleepy. He couldn't hold it back and yawned.
The housekeeper saw it, raised his head slightly and looked at the police officers present.
"Mr. Police Officer, if we have nothing to do next, we will leave first." The butler spoke softly, his voice as soft as ever.
The police officer with curly hair turned his head slightly when he heard the butler's voice.
The brim of the hat covered most of his face, and only a pale lower jaw could be seen.
The mandible clicked, and a young man's voice came from under the brim of the hat: "Okay."
Two simple and neat words.
The housekeeper turned to look at Wang Qing.
"Ms. Wang, we should go back."
The steward said,
"This is none of our business anymore. Leave the rest to the police officers."
It just so happened that Wang Qing also felt sleepy.
He said hello to the police, "Then - then I'll leave."
After a pause, she thought of something again and said a little nervously:
"If anything happens, you can come to see me at Tomorrow Farm. I am Wang Qing, the owner of Tomorrow Farm. If there is a banner... just send it directly to the farm."
She helped the police solve two major cases in a row.
Isn't it justifiable to not give her a banner but a good citizen award?
Before Wang Qing left, he did not forget to give some detailed instructions to the chef.
"After entering, you must change your past and accept the transformation."
She secretly hopes that the chef can change his mind in prison and become a person who contributes to society.
That wouldn't be a waste of your efforts.
When walking out of the kitchen, Wang Qing bumped into an old cabinet in the corner.
A stack of papers fell from the cabinet.
The papers were color-printed coated paper, a thick pile, covered with dust.
It looks like it has some age.
It looked like a brochure for something.
Wang Qing picked up the paper and put it back on the table.
After thinking about it, he took out another card, dusted it off, and held it in his hand.
Just take it back as a souvenir.
Wang Qing and the butler walked through the damp hall and turned out of the stained glass revolving door.
Before getting into the car, she couldn't help but look back at the restaurant.
In a daze, there seemed to be a trace of misunderstanding.
This restaurant, which looks quite high-end and exquisite, is nothing more than an old ship sailing on the sea, with its mast collapsed and dilapidated.
It's old, outdated, and ready to fall apart at any time.
Wang Qing calmed down again.
When he looked towards the restaurant again, everything seemed to be back to normal again.
Under this dark night, the revolving glass door is still colorful.
She looked away and got into the car.
By the light in the car, he looked down at the coated paper he took out from the restaurant.
As expected, it turned out to be a brochure.
There is a line printed in golden letters on the title page - "Welcome to the Siren's maiden voyage."
