Chương 5: Crackdown on Prostitution: You, squat down, come out.

The woman finished laughing, straightened up, and wiped the corner of her eye with her finger.

She looked at Lin Zhou, her gaze sliding from his eyebrows to his shoulders.

It slipped onto his hand again, finally landing on the miniature camera on his chest.

His tone carried a hint of genuine curiosity.

"You really came here to fix the lock."

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

"Otherwise what?"

The woman leaned against the table, tilted her head to look at him, and her lips moved as if she was about to say something.

The door opened.

It wasn't pushed away.

It was knocked open.

The hidden door suddenly sprang open inwards.

It hit the wall with a dull thud.

Immediately following, a beam of intense flashlight light shone straight in, blindingly white.

"Police! Don't move!"

Lin Zhou subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

The beam of the flashlight paused on his face for a second.

Then he heard a familiar voice coming from behind the pillar of light.

"... It's you again?"

The flashlight was moved down, revealing the face of the person holding it.

He was in his early forties, and one button on the collar of his uniform was undone, revealing the edge of a gray sweater underneath.

He held a flashlight in his left hand and rested his right hand on the walkie-talkie at his waist.

But at this moment, he froze on the spot, his expression as solid as a statue.

It was the old policeman who had just spent an hour drinking tea in the interrogation room.

Lin Zhou's mind went blank for about 0. 5 seconds.

Then he blurted out, "Officer, you're here for a massage too?"

The room was as quiet as if the air had been sucked out.

The old policeman's lips twitched slightly.

The comments section went completely wild.

"?????????"

Hahahahahahahahaha

"I'd like a massage too, hahaha!"

"You're really bold to ask that, you lock-picking king!"

I took a screenshot of the police officer's expression.

"A memorable scene, a new memorable scene has been born."

The old policeman took a deep breath, a very deep breath, and his chest bulged out noticeably.

He moved the flashlight beam away from Lin Zhou's face.

I took a look at the furnishings in the room.

An office desk, a safe, cardboard boxes, and a woman in a dark green velvet dress standing by the desk.

The woman's expression was calm, even with a slightly professional smile.

After all, she had seen this kind of situation many times before.

"No massage,"

"Anti-prostitution raid. You, squat down and come out."

Lin Zhou was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"No, officer, I'm here to fix the lock. She called me because the safe lock was broken, and I just fixed it. You see—"

"You come out first."

The older policeman interrupted him, his tone weary.

"Let's talk in the lobby."

He stepped aside to clear the doorway, pointing the flashlight beam down the corridor.

The sound of hurried footsteps and shouts came from the corridor outside the door.

The woman cooperated readily, putting her hands behind her head and walking out unhurriedly.

Lin Zhou followed her out of the hidden door.

All the lights in the corridor were on.

Several uniformed police officers were knocking on doors one by one, with static and short intercom messages coming from their walkie-talkies.

Go down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

Lin Zhou was stunned as soon as he stepped into the hall.

When he arrived, there were only three people in the hall: a girl in a black dress, a girl in a white tank top, and a girl in a cheongsam. They were quiet and still, like lazy cats in the afternoon.

There are at least twenty people squatting in the lobby now.

Men and women squatted in two rows, neatly stacked along the base of the wall.

Some were wearing bathrobes, some were wearing vests, some had wet hair, and some were only wearing one slipper.

The girl in the black dress squatted on the far left of the line. When she saw Lin Zhou being led down, she even had the nerve to wink at him.

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"This scene is so stunning."

"Live broadcast of the anti-prostitution operation" What kind of luck did the lock-picking king have today?

"Seamless connection from police station to prostitution raid scene"

"Are you a bellwether for the crackdown on prostitution, streamer?"

"Sweep wherever you go" The old policeman pointed to a spot by the wall: "You, squat there."

Lin Zhou opened his mouth, took a step forward, and was about to speak.

"Officer, I really just came here—"

"Officer! I'm innocent!"

A howl exploded from the middle of the group, completely silencing Lin Zhou's next sentence.

A young man with dyed yellow hair sprang up from the line, clasped his hands above his head, his face filled with sincerity and indignation.

His bathrobe was not tied tightly, revealing his thin chest underneath.

There was a faded temporary tattoo on her collarbone, with a crooked dragon design.

"I'm here to learn photography!"

The hall was silent for a second.

The blond-haired man pointed to a girl in a red sundress who was squatting next to him.

"She, she's my model. We were discussing composition, really, a purely artistic exchange. I even brought my camera—" A policeman picked up a camera bag with a blank expression.

"This contains two bottles of lubricant and a box of condoms."

The blond-haired man's voice faltered for a moment.

"That... that's for lens maintenance!"

The comments section went crazy.

"What the hell is lens maintenance?"

"The photography world should collectively sound the alarm today."

"Lock Picker, you're not alone, you have comrades now."

"This blond guy can make up stories even better than the news anchor."

"I laughed so hard the neighbor next door was knocking on the wall."

Lin Zhou squatted on the ground, watching this scene, and his lips twitched.

Before the blond-haired man could even sit down, another voice rang out.

"Officer, I'm innocent too!"

This time it was a middle-aged man wearing a plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses, whose hairline had receded to the middle of his head.

He squatted on the ground, raised one hand, and gestured as if answering a question in class.

"I'm here to conduct market research."

Old Zhou turned around and looked at him.

The man in the plaid shirt pushed up his glasses, his tone very serious.

"Really. I'm conducting a research report on the consumer experience in the foot massage industry. I brought all my questionnaires—" He pulled a stack of crumpled papers from his pocket and unfolded them.

The words "Foot Massage Industry Consumer Satisfaction Survey Questionnaire" were indeed printed on it.

But the first question is "Do you accept special services?"

The options are "A. Accept B. Fully accept C. Depends on the situation".

A young policeman leaned over for a look, and his lips twitched.

Who designed this questionnaire?

"Myself," The man in the plaid shirt puffed out his chest.

"I work in market research."

"So professional, so incredibly professional!"

"The questionnaire was designed quite well, but the options were a bit off."

"What does 'option C depends on the situation' mean?"

"Locksmith King, look how well-prepared they are!"

"Next time, could you print out a questionnaire too?"

Old Zhou took a deep breath and turned to scan the crowd squatting on the ground.

"Does anyone else have something to say?"

After a brief silence, voices rose and fell in waves.

"Officer, I'm here to fix the water pipes—" A middle-aged man in overalls raised his hand, indeed carrying a toolbox.

"I'm here to collect debts—" A man with tattooed arms squatted in the corner, a large gold chain hanging around his neck.

"I'm here to deliver a package—"

"I've come to—"