Start the liver experience with push-ups

Outside, a cold, icy rain was falling.

The glass was covered with a layer of blurry mist, obscuring the view of the street.

On the windowsill, several lush green plants and delicate little flowers were planted in small pots.

The indoor lights spilled over the wooden floor and pale yellow wall paint, making it look particularly warm and pure.

In the photo, the little girl sitting on her father's lap, about eight or nine years old, was particularly eye-catching.

She had two pigtails, a round face, and big eyes, her expression a little timid, but she looked very cute.

Looking at Zhou Xiumei as a child, a smile appeared on Fang Cheng's lips, and his gaze turned to the kitchen, from which the sound of pots and pans was coming.

Through the frosted glass door, he could see the busy figure still working tirelessly.

So Fang Cheng put down his chopsticks and called out to the inside:

"Xiumei, breakfast doesn't need that much, stop bustling about, come over and eat together."

"Okay, almost ready!"

A crisp response, accompanied by a rich aroma of meat gravy, wafted from the kitchen.

After a moment, the glass door slid open with a whoosh.

Zhou Xiumei carefully carried a thermos bucket with both hands, walking out of the kitchen.

Then she placed the thermos bucket on the table, opened the lid, and used her slender fingers to scoop a bowl of soup with a ladle.

After carefully skimming the froth from the surface, she personally brought it to Fang Cheng.

"This is corn and wolfberry stewed beef that I just made, try it and see if it suits your taste?"

Smelling the rich aroma of meat and looking at the rich ingredients.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but have his appetite stimulated, and he smiled and reached out to take it:

"Thank you, I'm just very hungry, as long as there's meat to eat, I'll be satisfied."

As he spoke, he quickly scooped a large piece of well-stewed beef, and put it into his mouth without any politeness, enjoying it heartily.

It could be seen that this beautiful soup had been stewed for at least 2 hours, the beef was tender and flavorful when bitten into, and the soup was full of juice.

The carrot pieces, corn pieces, and wolfberries and other side dishes were also completely integrated into the soup, dissolving a little greasiness and adding a fresh and sweet taste.

It could be described as having excellent color, aroma, and taste, not much worse than those chefs in restaurants.

Watching the man gobble it down, looking completely at ease, Zhou Xiumei pursed her lips slightly, revealing a sincere smile.

"Brother Cheng, eat slowly, I cooked a big pot, you can take it home later, and it can also be your lunch."

Fang Cheng nodded repeatedly, but his mouth never stopped.

His current eating appearance is actually very restrained and gentle.

If he wasn't afraid of scaring the girl, this big bowl of meat soup could even be swallowed directly into his stomach without chewing it a few times.

The table was full of fragrant aromas, and there were also several carefully cooked breakfast side dishes.

Soft-boiled eggs, cold jellyfish salad, chicken meatballs, shredded potato and egg pancakes, crystal siu mai.

In order to make this sumptuous breakfast, Zhou Xiumei probably spent a lot of effort and time.

At this moment, she just narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the man who was willing to eat the food she cooked with a happy face.

From time to time, she picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up some side dishes, and put them on the plate in front of him.

"Brother Cheng, I remember these should all be what you liked to eat when you were little, right?"

Fang Cheng swallowed the chewed meat, and said with a smile:

"You still remember so clearly?"

Zhou Xiumei smiled, and then used chopsticks to pick up a siu mai, and handed it to his mouth somewhat intimately.

"Try it, how is it this time, is it better than last time?"

Fang Cheng wanted to refuse.

But seeing Zhou Xiumei's big eyes staring at him intently, as if shining with expectation.

So he bit the siu mai, chewed it slowly, and then evaluated it seriously:

"I now officially admit that your cooking skills are indeed a level higher than mine."

Hearing this, Zhou Xiumei's eyebrows and eyes curved into crescents with laughter, and her face seemed to be brushed by a spring breeze, with a peach-red tinge in her fair complexion.

The whole person seemed to become much more cheerful, no longer so sentimental.

Outside the window, the drizzle was hazy and humid, and the room seemed to be filled with a soft breeze.

The two simply talked, and sat at both ends of the dining table, quietly enjoying this breakfast in ordinary time.

"Xiumei, the soup you made is very much to my taste."

After drinking the last bit of soup in the bowl, Fang Cheng couldn't help but praise again: "If you have time in the future, we can exchange cooking skills."

"Is it really that good?"

Seeing this, Zhou Xiumei immediately stood up happily: "I'll scoop another bowl for you."

Just as she diligently picked up the bowl, preparing to serve the soup.

A burst of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, with a "creak", the rickety door was pushed open.

A tall middle-aged man in a black trench coat walked in, muttering:

"Why is this door broken?"

Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei turned around and looked over, and found that Zhou Yongnian had returned.

"Dad!"

Zhou Xiumei immediately put down the bowl and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

Zhou Yongnian also looked up at the two, with a strange expression:

"Xiumei, Acheng, what are you doing?"

"We… we…"

Zhou Xiumei opened her mouth, trying to explain something, but she stammered, not knowing what to say.

Her face was flushed and hot, all the way to the roots of her ears, like a child who had done something wrong and was caught by her parents.

Seeing Zhou Xiumei's shy appearance, Fang Cheng was afraid of being misunderstood, so he immediately took over the conversation:

"Uncle Zhou, there was a murder downstairs last night, Xiumei heard the movement and mistakenly thought someone had broken into the house, so she called me, I was worried about her safety, so I ran over and kicked the door open, fortunately there was no danger in the end…"

Fang Cheng explained the situation clearly in a few words.

Zhou Yongnian frowned upon hearing this, and then breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's good that you're okay, I came home today for this case."

Saying that, he changed his shoes and took off his rain-soaked trench coat.

Zhou Xiumei hurriedly stepped forward to take the clothes and hung them on the hanger aside, and then said:

"Dad, haven't you eaten yet? I just made breakfast and made soup, you and Brother Cheng have some together."

Her cheeks were still flushed at the moment, but her expression was much calmer.

Zhou Yongnian nodded, sat down at the table, took the bowl of beef soup that his daughter had served, and then buried himself in eating.

It's just that the whole person was a little absent-minded, as if he was still thinking about the case at hand.

His face also looked unusually haggard, obviously he had worked overtime again last night.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng then asked with concern:

"Uncle Zhou, have you found any clues in this murder case that happened in our building?"

Zhou Yongnian took a sip of the hot soup, then exhaled and slowly shook his head:

"This case is not under the jurisdiction of our Jiangbei branch, and it has now been uniformly handed over to the Criminal Investigation Team directly under the City Police Department for handling."

Fang Cheng heard the meaning in his words and asked curiously:

"Could it be that similar cases have happened many times in Dongdu?"

Zhou Yongnian nodded in a deep voice:

"As far as I know, this should be the fourth case that has occurred in the city recently, the cases are very similar, originally normal ordinary people suddenly go crazy, and overnight seem to have turned into man-eating ghosts…"

After muttering a few words, he glanced at his daughter sitting next to him, and did not continue to speak.

Fang Cheng thought for a while, and considered his words:

"Uncle Zhou, in my opinion, these collective bizarre cases should have a common source, or a mastermind behind the scenes."

“Oh.”

Zhou Yongnian heard this and looked at Fang Cheng with some confusion, asking:

“Did you see the fight between that monster and the masked man last night?”

Fang Cheng's expression remained unchanged as he replied calmly:

“The commotion last night was quite big; many people in our building should have seen it.”

“That's true.”

Zhou Yongnian nodded slightly, sizing up Fang Cheng's physique, which was noticeably stronger than before.

Then, he looked at his daughter, who was only focused on drinking her porridge and remained silent, and instructed:

“Xiumei, A-Cheng, take leave for the next two days and don't go to work for the time being.”

Zhou Xiumei raised her head upon hearing this, looking at her father with some surprise.

“The exit downstairs has been blocked by the police; residents in the building can only enter, not leave.”

Zhou Yongnian continued to explain:

“People from the Municipal Police Department will come over to take statements and investigate, and there may also be specialists from the Special Task Force coming to investigate the situation.”

Fearing that the two wouldn't understand the meaning of the Special Task Force, he explained a few words, emphasizing that these people were very strong, had great power, and couldn't be easily offended.

He especially emphasized again to Fang Cheng, with a heavier tone:

“A-Cheng, you need to be more careful; it's best to stay at my house and keep Xiumei company…”

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded in agreement.

After finishing breakfast, he temporarily bid farewell to Zhou Yongnian and Zhou Xiumei and returned home to handle some matters.

Clang.

Closing the door, Fang Cheng quickly walked to the balcony, pulled open a corner of the curtain, and observed the scene outside through the gap.

The rain was still drizzling, a gray expanse.

Pedestrians with umbrellas occasionally passed by in the street, or stood across the street, pointing and discussing the tenement building.

Downstairs, several police cars with flashing lights were parked, and several uniformed police officers were guarding the entrance of the building, seemingly on duty.

“It seems Uncle Zhou was right…”

Fang Cheng observed for a moment, retracted his gaze, and muttered in a low voice:

“Forget it, I'll stay at home these few days and practice my skills.”

Since the tenement building was sealed off, it was a good excuse not to go to the club.

Thinking that he had just been appreciated by the chairman and was about to become the club's image ambassador, it was really inappropriate to slack off like this.

Fang Cheng could only silently apologize in his heart.

Besides this, there was another matter that deserved his deep thought and concern.

That was the police downstairs.

If it were just ordinary criminal police officers coming to handle the case, there would be nothing to worry about.

However, the Special Task Force was different.

Fang Cheng knew that those people were sensitive, and often dealt with transcendent events, with rich relevant experience.

I'm afraid it would be easy to see some subtle differences from ordinary people in himself, thus causing unnecessary trouble.

Just imagine, an ordinary civilian who doesn't belong to a noble family, but possesses the power to defeat monsters.

Even if there are no signs of madness for the time being, he will definitely receive extra attention from the Special Task Force, thus losing the right to move freely.

Fang Cheng believed that the various secrets that the Smiling Devil said were by no means alarmist.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned his gaze to the messy training equipment in the room.

The barbell was still normal, and it could be explained by his muscular physique.

The specially made restraints and weighted iron blocks were best not exposed.

And…

Those things under the bed in the bedroom must also be properly hidden somewhere.

Although it is not certain whether the police will search the house.

Just in case, preparations must be made in advance.

After a little thought, Fang Cheng had an idea.

Half an hour later.

Zhou Yongnian finished breakfast at home, rested for a while, and then went out again, returning to the police station to work in the rain.

Hearing the sound from the corridor, Fang Cheng held the metal box and travel bag in both hands, and then walked out the door, coming to Zhou's house.

At this time, the Criminal Investigation Team of the Municipal Police Department had already arrived.

They were visiting door to door to investigate and inquire about what happened last night, taking notes.

It's just that according to the order, they haven't investigated the ninth floor yet.

“Brother Cheng, what are these things?”

Seeing Fang Cheng carrying big and small bags into the door, Zhou Xiumei couldn't help but ask in surprise.

“These are all special things, temporarily hide them here, so as not to be an eyesore when the police come later.”

Fang Cheng didn't explain much.

Zhou Xiumei suddenly remembered the pistol and nodded immediately, understanding.

She quickly took Fang Cheng into her bedroom and hid all the things in the innermost part of the closet.

Then she covered them with some old clothes, and unless someone searched carefully, no one would find them at all.

Moreover, facing the family members of the police, those criminal police officers would inevitably relax their vigilance.

No matter how suspicious they are, they would not suspect Zhou Xiumei, and Fang Cheng who was staying with her.

Perhaps… this is the intention of Zhou Yongnian's special instruction.

Fang Cheng's heart was touched, and his gaze fell on the shaky door.

A deeply recessed footprint can be said to be very eye-catching.

It seems to be stating something extremely violent that happened last night.

After thinking about it, Fang Cheng simply chose to disassemble the entire door and hide it under Zhou Yongnian's bed.

Finally, only an iron gate remained.

Even if someone noticed that the inner door was missing, it could be explained that it was broken and waiting to be installed with a new door.

After making all these preparations, more than half an hour passed.

Several patrol officers who were carrying out the interrogation and search mission finally came over.

Perhaps Zhou Yongnian had greeted them in advance, they behaved more kindly.

One of the young police officers even praised Fang Cheng for being very strong and asked if he usually exercised.

Fang Cheng responded with a simple and honest smile.

Of course, their main questions focused on the murder that occurred last night, and the subsequent bizarre events witnessed by everyone.

The answers from Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei were compared with the statements of others to find possible overlooked clues.

But Fang Cheng and Zhou Xiumei had already matched their statements to each other.

After asking for about five or six minutes and taking notes, the police officers just glanced at the environment of the living room casually and said goodbye and left.

Knowing that Fang Cheng lived next door, they didn't ask to check his house.

The matter went surprisingly smoothly.

Fang Cheng breathed a slight sigh of relief.

However, the legendary specialist from the Special Task Force has not been seen so far.

It was nearly noon.

Zhou Xiumei, who was watching TV, stood up and started making lunch.

She seemed carefree, busy and happy.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng also went into the kitchen to help, showing off his wok skills and practicing his cooking skills.

Just as he was stir-frying diced cucumber and meat, a series of footsteps came from the corridor.

A man and a woman, two strangers, walked over led by a criminal police officer.

Their eyes passed through the iron gate and looked at the open living room.

They saw the figures busy in the kitchen, as if a couple.

Immediately, they retracted their gazes, did not pay too much attention, and continued to walk forward.

In the smoky kitchen.

Fang Cheng seemed calm, but he quietly pricked up his ears.

Using his five senses far beyond ordinary people, he eavesdropped on the whispers of those people outside.

When a sentence floated into his ears:

“A man wearing a white mask…”

Fang Cheng's heart suddenly trembled.

“As expected…”