Chương 2: The Locksmith King Opened a Clubhouse?

"but," The old policeman changed the subject.

"You'd better turn off that live stream of your professional competition for now."

Lin Zhou glanced down at the mini camera on his body; the chat in the live stream was going crazy.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha"

"I laughed so hard my neighbor called the police."

"Anchor: I'm just here to unlock a door."

"Police officer: I've never handled a case like this in my entire life."

"It is suggested that the Locksmith King be included in the police department's history."

"Famous Scene Check-in"

"So, are those three women dressed yet?"

"Your focus is off too."

The number of comments on the screen was still skyrocketing, and the number of online viewers had soared from a few dozen at the beginning to four digits, and it was still jumping higher.

The old policeman took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Alright, take a detailed statement, and then you can leave. You can resume your live stream when you get back."

Lin Zhou sat in the chair and looked down at the camera on his chest.

Ten minutes later, the statement was completed.

A young policeman pushed the statement over to Lin Zhou for him to sign, his expression showing a state of trying hard to keep it up but failing to do so.

After signing the papers, Lin Zhou stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.

When walking through the corridor.

Several policemen who passed by were looking at him.

There was a special meaning in his eyes.

One of them whispered something to the colleague next to him.

"That's him, the one who unlocks in three seconds."

"Three seconds?"

"Yes, and then they raided a den of group sex."

"... Awesome."

"Those three Black men will probably be deported."

Lin Zhou pretended not to hear and quickened his pace as he walked out of the police station.

It was already getting dark.

Lin Zhou stood on the steps in front of the police station.

Take a deep breath.

Then he took his phone out of his pocket.

The live stream is still running.

The number of online users has exceeded 1, 200.

The comments were still scrolling by, but they were moving much faster than before.

"The streamer is out!!!"

"The breath of freedom"

"Didn't the police officer invite you to stay for dinner?"

"So could you draw a diagram showing what those three Black men actually look like?"

"Host, do you know you're now a top locksmith in the whole country?"

Lin Zhou cleared his throat.

Hold the phone up in front of you.

Point the front-facing camera at your face.

"Brothers, I'm out."

"First of all, I want to clarify that I was not detained, I was just asked to give a statement."

"Secondly, I really didn't see what those three black men looked like. The lighting was bad at the time, and they were already dark-skinned, so it was impossible to see them clearly. Please don't ask anymore."

The comments section responded immediately.

"I almost couldn't see your eyes clearly, they were practically popping out of their sockets!"

"Hilarious, the anchor's pupils dilated instantly!"

"Three seconds to unlock, three minutes to call the police, one hour to take a statement."

"Streamer, your career path is wrong. Others earn money through their skills, you earn it by boosting sales figures."

"The title 'Anti-prostitution Pioneer' is hilarious."

Lin Zhou was about to retort.

A WeChat message notification pops up at the top of the screen.

Immediately afterwards, a phone rang.

Lin Zhou hesitated for a second before pressing the answer button.

"Feed?"

A woman's voice came from the other end.

Well, how should I put it?

That sound was sticky and musky.

The last syllable of the note rose slightly.

"Hey sir, do you still unlock doors at midnight?"

Lin Zhou was stunned for a moment.

The viewers in the live chat immediately became alert.

"??????"

"This voice is strange, something's not right, something's not right."

"Watch out, streamer, you were just in there today."

"A romantic encounter is coming! A romantic encounter is coming!"

"The Lockpicker's passive skill is a passively triggered type."

Lin Zhou coughed.

"Open it. What lock?"

A soft chuckle came from the other end.

Laughter came through the receiver.

"I'll add you on WeChat and send you my location."

"Okay, my WeChat ID is my phone number."

The phone hangs up.

Less than thirty seconds A red dot appeared in Lin Zhou's WeChat contacts.

The profile picture features a red rose.

Her nickname is "Little Moon".

It was followed by a crescent moon emoji.

He clicked "accept".

The other party sent a message immediately.

"Hey handsome, my name is Xiaorou~ Let me know when you arrive, I'll come down to meet you~" It ended with a winking emoji.

Then a location popped up.

Lin Zhou opened the map and zoomed in.

The location on the map was in a neighborhood he wasn't very familiar with, and the shop name displayed was—

"Crescent Moon Foot Massage and Wellness Center" When he read out the name, the live chat exploded.

"Holy crap, a crescent moon?!"

"I know this shop; it's on the street behind my house."

"The details will be explained upstairs."

"I can't say, or the live stream will be taken down."

"This restaurant is definitely not vegetarian. A friend of mine went there and didn't leave the house for three days afterward."

"Host, your lock-picking service covers a wide range, from residential areas to entertainment venues now."

"You just got out of jail and you're already walking into the line of fire again, huh?"

"The Locksmith's adventures are getting more and more exciting!"

Lin Zhou looked at the comments and put his phone back in his pocket.

"What do you mean by 'walking into the line of fire'? I'm there to pick locks, it's a legitimate job."

Lin Zhou hailed a taxi on the roadside.

After providing the address.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

His eyes held a knowing look.

"A crescent moon."

The driver's tone was meaningful.

Lin Zhou didn't respond.

The barrage of comments has started again.

"The driver's expression, hahaha!"

Master: I understand, I understand everything.

"Master will be gossiping with his colleagues when he gets home tonight."

The legend of the lock-picking master is being passed down by word of mouth throughout the city.

Outside the car window, the city's neon lights lit up one by one.

The taxi turned several streets and passed through an old town area.

Finally, it stopped on the side of a road.

Lin Zhou paid the fare and got out of the car, then looked up.

The signboard of the Crescent Moon Foot Massage and Wellness Center is pink.

The neon tubes, bent into crescent shapes, hung directly above the glass door, casting an ambiguous warm hue on a small patch of ground in front of the doorway.

There is also a smaller light-up sign next to the main sign.

The label reads "Traditional Chinese massage, essential oil back massage, foot care".

The font is regular script.

But the word "essential oil" was illuminated brighter than the other words.

Lin Zhou took a deep breath and pushed the door open to go inside.

The door hinges made a soft click, and the wind chimes hanging on the door frame tinkled a few times.

There was no one at the front desk.

A lucky cat figurine sits on the table.

Next to it was a computer monitor with the screen lit up, displaying the POS system interface, and next to it was a half-finished cup of milk tea.

But three girls were sitting on the sofa inside.

A woman wearing a black miniskirt, with long, flowing hair and bright red lipstick.

She was wearing a white tank top and had a small mole on her collarbone.

There was another woman wearing a dark green satin cheongsam with a slit that went up to her thigh, leaning against the sofa armrest and scrolling through her phone.

The three of them were looking down at their phones when they heard the door open, and they all looked up at the same time.

Then they both laughed.

"Hey, handsome guy~" The one in the black dress, stand up first.

The high heels clicked crisply on the tiled floor.

He walked up to Lin Zhou in a few steps.

She moved closer to him.

A strong perfume scent wafted towards me.

She tilted her head to look at Lin Zhou, her eyes crinkling.