Then, for some reason, he suddenly returned, grabbed a large hammer, and smashed the basement entrance under the stairs, which had been sealed with cement.

The basement was a blind spot for the surveillance cameras, so only a scream could be heard, followed by a sudden flicker in the camera feed.

It seemed like the signal was being interfered with.

After about one or two hours, the signal suddenly returned to clarity.

What happened next caused several police officers to involuntarily look towards Rhode in the crowd.

After all, according to the surveillance footage, the strange woman's screams lasted for a full one or two hours after he entered the bedroom.

Then, Rhode and Tasha, supporting themselves against the wall, walked out of the bedroom, their legs trembling.

"Seriously?"

A white female officer muttered under her breath.

She glanced at Rhode with a strange look, never imagining that this guy was not only well-built and good-looking, but also so capable.

Almost two hours, even an animal wouldn't be so animalistic.

It was as if he was trying to kill her.

This guy, he's trying to kill someone, right?

Several male officers couldn't help but feel envious and jealous.

What man wouldn't envy this kind of life?

A woman with a husband, free to do whatever she wants without having to take responsibility.

Looking at Harman lying on the sofa, their pitying gazes were mixed with disgust.

After all, this guy's previous behavior was nothing but cowardly.

"This family is a real mess."

The elderly police officer shook his head. He had a general understanding of what had happened. The case was so clear that there was nothing to investigate.

Several young people broke into someone else's home and then started infighting, killing each other.

Although the reason for their infighting was unknown, it was clear that this matter had nothing to do with these people.

"Take their bodies back and examine them carefully to see if there are any traces of 'poison milk powder' or similar substances."

The old police officer said slowly.

The figure of the evil spirit did not appear in the video, nor did the figure of anyone else.

These three guys suddenly went crazy and killed each other. This situation was very similar to the reaction of drug addicts experiencing hallucinations.

As long as traces of 'poison milk powder' are detected in these guys' bodies, the case can basically be closed.

"Aaliyah."

Rhode looked at Aaliyah walking past him, wanting to say something.

But Aaliyah didn't give him a good look at all, she snorted coldly and glared at him.

She walked past with a disdainful expression, completely ignoring him.

Not even letting women with husbands go, this guy is a complete bastard, a pervert.

An indiscriminate bastard.

She gritted her teeth inwardly, but when she thought that this bastard was such a playboy, she didn't feel surprised.

More than anything, she felt helpless.

In someone else's home, and in the bedroom in front of someone else's unconscious husband.

What's so good about that woman? Compared to her, is her figure not voluptuous and sexy enough, or is she not mature enough?

Besides having more experience than her, what's better about her?

It's not like she can't learn.

He has her contact information, why doesn't he call her and ask her out on a date?

Does he know for sure that she would refuse?

He just has to mess around with a married woman.

So, this bastard just has a pure psychological problem.

"Pervert!"

Rhode looked at Aaliyah, who was storming off for no apparent reason, with a speechless expression.

What's wrong with this woman?

"Bro, can you teach me how to date a woman like that?"

A white police officer quietly came to Rhode's side, looking at Tasha beside him, his eyes filled with envy.

He wanted to ask him how he managed to hook up with such a high-quality married woman.

If he could learn this trick, would he still have to worry about not having a woman in the future?

Police officers are people too, they have needs too.

Because of his job, other than having in-depth discussions about marksmanship with a few social butterflies in the police academy, he hadn't touched a woman much since becoming a police officer.

He often came into contact with wealthy women in wealthy areas, but how could those wealthy women look at a low-level police officer like him?

"Want to know?"

Rhode smiled slightly and pointed to his house through the window.

"See that Cullinan? It's mine."

"If you buy one, you can have as many women as you want."

The white police officer looked at him like he was an idiot. If he could afford such a luxury car, why would he be a police officer?

He spends his days earning that little money, doing life-threatening work.

Rhode looked helpless.

You say you have no money, no figure, and your looks are just average.

Why are you thinking of learning from him?

Is he that easy to learn from?

He doesn't use any skills to pick up girls, it's all about the feelings.

As long as the feelings are right, there may be women who can ignore his charm, but not many.

Suddenly, a piece of paper was stuffed into his hand.

Rhode raised his eyebrows and looked at the serious white female officer next to him. Her blonde hair was tied up, and under her fitted police uniform, her natural endowments were not bad, with obvious traces of exercise.

Overall, a mid-to-upper rating.

He looked down at the note in his hand, which had a contact number on it.

"I'm off tomorrow, and I can drink ice-cold beer. If you're interested, you can take me to a movie."

"I checked the weather forecast, it won't rain tomorrow, no need to bring an umbrella."

The female officer said seriously, tightening the straps on her body, making her somewhat sexy figure look even more voluptuous, and turned to walk out of the room.

Looking at her back, which was bulging under the police uniform, Rhode looked at the note in his hand again.

Are police officers all so bold?

He shook his head and casually stuffed the note into his clothes. He could unlock the female police officer role experience when he was bored.

Just like women like bags, most men also like uniforms.

Suits, tailcoats, stewardess uniforms, police uniforms, nurse uniforms, teacher uniforms...

As long as it's a uniform, there are people who like it.

He is naturally no exception.

As a card collector, he naturally wanted to satisfy his collecting癖.

Although Aaliyah is also, it's clear that it won't be easy to get her for a while.

He might as well take a shortcut and get a taste of the fresh stuff in advance.

Moreover, having more connections is always a good thing. Having two more people in the police station makes it easier to solve problems.

Most importantly, it can also help him win over Aaliyah, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

There's no harm in it.

Looking at Tasha next to him, Rhode waved his hand.

"Let's go, let's go to my house and rest for one night first."

As for making a statement, it won't be too late to go to the police station tomorrow.

Someone will come and clean up the bodies in the room, so Tasha doesn't need to handle it herself.

After all, the police will still have to collect samples and gather evidence later.

"When will he wake up?"

Tasha glanced at the unconscious Harman and asked with a frown.

"Probably, he'll have to wait until tomorrow."

Rhode stroked his chin and said uncertainly.

After all, this guy was eroded by the power of the evil spirit, and even if he doesn't die, he'll probably be sick for the rest of his life.

It will probably take a year or two to recover.

Tasha nodded, without saying much, and followed Rhode away.

As for this former husband, he can just stay here and fend for himself.

"Are you and that female police officer close?"

Leaving the villa, Tasha glanced at Rhode and asked casually.

"Is it that obvious?"

Rhode raised his eyebrows, not denying it.

"You almost touched her just now, and she didn't react at all. A normal police officer wouldn't be so defenseless."

"When a stranger approaches, everyone subconsciously feels disgusted and repelled. This is a psychological safety zone, unless she subconsciously feels that she can trust you, or you have had more intimate contact."

Tasha glanced at Rhode, knowing this bad guy well.

With such a beautiful female police officer, it would be a miracle if he didn't try anything.

So, the relationship between these two must be unusual.

"My relationship with her is good, but it's not as good as my relationship with you yet."

Rhode raised his eyebrows. Tasha's face turned red when she heard this, knowing what he was referring to.

She snorted softly, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

She quickened her pace, feeling inexplicably relieved.

Although she felt a little jealous and uncomfortable, she also knew that Rhode would definitely not only have her as a woman by his side.

She has two daughters, one of whom is about the same age as Rhode.

Even if she has decided to divorce Harman, she can't marry Rhode.

After all, the age difference between the two is too great. Even if Rhode wanted to marry her, she wouldn't agree.

Liking someone doesn't necessarily mean you have to possess them. Sometimes, just getting them is enough.

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