Chương 13: ! Hey! You didn't get the wrong person, I'm the one who reported him, officer! H

The young man looked at Lin Zhou. Lin Zhou looked at him.

"One thousand for the lock cylinder. To unlock it, fifty," Lin Zhou said.

The young man's lips moved slightly.

Then he unfastened the key and pulled a wad of crumpled banknotes from his pocket.

He counted out ten and handed them over.

My fingers are trembling.

Lin Zhou took the money, folded it twice, and put it in his pocket.

Put it together with that fifty-yuan note.

Then hand him the key.

Lin Zhou took the money, folded it twice, and put it in his pocket, along with the fifty-yuan note. He handed the keys to the young man. Before the keys even touched the man's fingertips— Footsteps could be heard coming from the stairwell.

The leather shoes clicked on the cement steps quickly and without hesitation.

One by one, the voice-activated lights turned on.

The lights went off from the first floor to the second floor, and from the second floor to the third floor.

The young man's hand froze in mid-air.

His fingers were still in the position of taking the key, but his whole body was frozen.

He turned his head and looked towards the stairwell.

Four policemen came up from the corner of the stairs.

Leading the way was a policewoman with short hair tucked behind her ears.

Her face is very small.

The jawline is a clean arc from the base of the ear to the chin.

The eyebrows were not drawn on, but the thickness was just right, with the tails slightly upturned.

The eyes are not deliberately wide open and round, but have a natural curve, with the outer corners neatly tapered.

She walked to the door and stopped.

Their gazes first fell on the young man.

After a pause, the focus shifted to Lin Zhou.

It then moved back to the young man.

"I'm from the Chengbei Police Station. My name is Su Wan."

She flashed her ID quickly, but it was clear enough.

"We have received a report that someone is using drugs at this address. Please cooperate with the investigation."

The young man withdrew his hand from mid-air.

He put his hands in his down jacket pockets, shrugged his shoulders, and forced a smile.

That smile came quickly, like an expression that had been rehearsed many times.

His mouth was pulled open to reveal his teeth, but his eyes didn't follow suit. His pupils were still constricted, barely the size of a pinhead.

"Officer, is there a mistake?"

His voice rose slightly, carrying a deliberate air of ease.

"I just got back from outside. The door lock was broken, so I called a repairman to fix it. Drug use? Haha."

When he said "haha," his voice was flat.

It's like reading a text aloud.

Lin Zhou leaned against the door frame.

He lifted his toolbox up slightly and then raised his right hand.

The movements were very casual, like raising one's hand to answer a question in class.

"No mistake. No mistake."

The young man turned to look at him.

Lin Zhou lowered his hand and pointed to the young man's forearm.

"I reported him. He's a drug user. Look at his hands, there are still needle marks."

The hallway was quiet.

The young man still had a smile on his face, but the corners of his mouth had started to droop.

He looked at Lin Zhou, his lips moving slightly.

Su Wan turned to look at Lin Zhou.

"Who are you?"

"The locksmith."

Lin Zhou lifted the tool bag up.

"I also called the police."

Su Wan looked at him for about two seconds.

My gaze moved from his face to the mini camera on his chest, and then back to his face.

Comments flooded in.

"I hired a locksmith. I also called the police."

"The King of Three Seconds' self-introduction always consists of only three words."

Su Wan turned around.

A male police officer next to her had already grabbed the young man's arm and pulled him out of the doorway.

The young man swayed, his shoulder hitting the door frame.

He did not resist; his arms were limp, like a rope.

The male police officer turned him around and tied his hands behind his back.

The handcuffs clicked shut with a crisp sound, the metal clips engaging with a click.

Two other male police officers entered the living room.

One of the drawers under the coffee table was opened, revealing a syringe.

He picked it up and examined it against the light.

A single drop of liquid remained clinging to the transparent tube wall.

Another person found a small, transparent plastic bag under the sofa cushion, containing a few white pills and a small packet of white powder.

He held up the plastic bag.

"Team Leader Su."

Su Wan took it and glanced at it.

The plastic bag was in her palm, and the white powder looked unremarkable in the morning light.

She put it into the evidence bag.

The young man was pinned against the wall, his face pressed against it.

He heard the sound of the bag of evidence being sealed and his body twisted slightly.

"That's not mine."

His voice came out muffled, straining between the wall and his cheek.

"I rented this house. These things were already in there when I moved in. I didn't know. I really didn't know."

No one answered him.

The male police officer pulled him off the wall and led him towards the stairwell.

His slippers dragged across the cement floor, making a rustling sound.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he looked back at Lin Zhou again, opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out.

Then they were led downstairs.

Su Wan stood at the door and handed the bag of evidence in her hand to the police officer next to her.

She turned around, about to say something.

Lin Zhou spoke.

"Officer Su."

Su Wan stopped.

Is there a reward for reporting drug use?

The hallway was quiet again.

The motion-activated lights were on, and morning light streamed in through the stairwell windows.

The two lights overlapped and fell on Su Wan's face.

She looked at Lin Zhou, her expression changing, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

This was the first time in all the times she had responded to calls that someone had asked her on the spot if there was a reward for reporting a crime.

"have."

she says.

"According to regulations, there is a reward for providing valid clues that help solve drug-related cases. The specific amount will be determined after the case is closed."

Lin Zhou nodded.

I stored this information in my mind.

The comments section went crazy.

He asked.

He really asked.

"Three-Second King: I am a law-abiding citizen, but I will not take a penny less of the money I am entitled to."

"Officer Su's expression, from confusion to understanding to speechlessness, the entire process."

Su Wan hung the walkie-talkie back on her waist.

She looked at Lin Zhou.

"You'll have to come back with us to give a statement."

"OK."

Lin Zhou slung his tool bag over his shoulder.

"Let's go."

Lin Zhou followed her toward the stairwell. After taking a couple of steps, he spoke.

"Actually, I quite like going to your place."

Su Wan didn't turn around.

"The people there are all talented, and they speak very nicely."

Su Wan paused for a moment.

Just for a moment.

Then continue walking down.

...

It was twenty minutes later when the police car drove into the city police station compound.

Lin Zhou got out of the back seat, slung his tool bag over his shoulder, and squinted at the building.

I came yesterday, and I'm here again today.

I went to the same police station two days in a row.

This frequency is even higher than some people go home more often.

Su Wan walked ahead.

She pushed open the glass door to the lobby, and Lin Zhou followed behind.

The fluorescent lights in the lobby were dazzling.

A young policeman on duty was sitting at the front desk. He looked up and saw Su Wan.

I was just about to say hello.

His gaze shifted to the back of his head and landed on Lin Zhou.

His expression changed slightly.

It was obvious that he recognized the ruthless person who had been live-streaming the 4P incident yesterday.

Those Black people are still in police custody.