The Murderer Acted So Well, The Special Police Asked Me How Many Years I Had Squatted

Yuchuan Street.

In the last century, that block was the key target of the crackdown on gangsters and evil.

Gangsters are like weeds, a batch has already been caught, and another one will emerge next month.

Still full of faces.

When the boss finally took a ruthless rectification, the gangsters disappeared, but all kinds of criminals poured in.

Some of them just want to settle down and wash their hands, while some... don't say anything.

In short, Yuchuan Street is very chaotic, and it is not an ordinary chaos.

Going home in the middle of the night was actually robbed with a knife.

Is it really safe to live in that kind of place? Director Yang is worried about Li Si.

But maybe it was his illusion. When the latter mentioned Yuchuan Street, his expression was as happy as a fish in water.

Li Si volunteered and sat in the co-pilot to guide the driver. Hearing this place name, the driver's first reaction was of course to refuse.

Li Si tried to persuade him a few words at first, but soon he lost his patience, rolled up his sleeves and showed the driver something, and the driver immediately shut up with a livid face.

Director Yang poked his head quietly, just in time for Li Si to put down his sleeves, and only saw a little bit of metallic luster.

He sat back in his seat with a dull expression.

That thing... could it be a knife?

The car starts.

The driver held the steering wheel and frequently looked back in the rearview mirror.

Director Yang tried his best to prevent himself from interpreting that look as "quick fucking call the police".

He suppressed random thoughts.

According to his usual habit of making documentaries, he was going to ask Li Si a few questions.

"For documentaries, you just need to show the most authentic side, just like chatting with friends."

Director Yang spoke a few words briefly, and then asked the first question.

"How was your day?"

Li Si tilted his head to think hard, and then his eyes lit up: "Ten hours of interrogation is exhausting, but the tonkatsu rice at the police station is delicious!"

The driver's hand holding the steering wheel turned white.

Director Yang was helpless: "Are you performing? It doesn't matter if you can't think of it, just briefly talk about what you did..."

His voice gradually weakened until he could not utter a word.

Under the dim light, Li Si turned to look at Director Yang.

"I'm sorry, Director Yang. I was asked by the note today, and I didn't do anything all day."

Slap.

Director Yang dropped the pen on the ground, and he quickly bent down to pick it up, taking advantage of the situation to cover up his panic.

Article, note?

Hey, no way, are you serious?

The scenery outside the car window quickly reversed. Director Yang suddenly remembered that there happened to be a police station where Li Si got into the car just now.

At this time, the car was driving on a dirt road, and his mood was ups and downs just like the car.

When he straightened up again, a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on Director Yang's forehead.

He looked at the photographer and caught the horror on his face.

what to do?

The photographer looked at him with obvious meaning in his eyes.

Taking out a tissue to wipe his sweat, Director Yang still had a little luck in his heart.

He patted the photographer on the shoulder to tell him not to panic, while he tremblingly asked the next question.

"What is your usual occupation?"

He was ready for a horrifying answer.

As a result, Li Si said, "It's an actor."

"Oh, it's an actor...huh?"

Director Yang was stunned: "It's just an actor? You're not talking nonsense, are you?"

Li Si laughed loudly: "Director Yang, your speech is quite amusing."

"I signed a contract with [Fengsu Performing Arts Company], but our company is very small. The 18th line...it's almost like the 19th line, and it hasn't provided me with any performance opportunities until now."

The photographer tapped the phone screen and whispered in Director Yang's ear, "Brother Yang, there really is such a company, and it looks quite formal."

Director Yang was confused.

He held up the microphone and didn't ask a word for a long time.

Li Si didn't rush and waited patiently.

After a while, the driver turned a corner and parked the car on the side of the road.

"It's here, it's here." His voice was filled with the joy of the rest of his life.

In fact, this place is still a short distance from Yuchuan Street, but Li Si didn't care about that much.

He opened the door and jumped out of the car, followed by Director Yang in a daze.

After everyone got out of the car, the driver stepped on the accelerator and ran away as fast as he could.

"Ah, the fare hasn't been paid yet." Li Si was a little dazed, but he quickly put the matter behind him.

Director Yang looked around.

In front of him was a dilapidated community, and several houses were still lit with warm yellow lights.

In the ears are the quiet wind and insects on a summer night.

In this peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, he finally calmed down gradually.

Some gaffe.

A mature director can't be confused just because of a few words.

It must be because the TV station has too much work pressure recently, which makes me suspicious of everything I watch.

Li Si waved to them not far in front, smiling brightly.

"Come with me, be careful where you step. There is a construction nearby, and machine parts are thrown around, so don't step on it."

Director Yang agreed and followed Li Si's footsteps carefully.

On the way to the residence, Li Si chatted with several people naturally.

His handsome face was already friendly enough, not to mention his sense of humor, which quickly made the little assistant laugh non-stop.

Director Yang completely relaxed.

Right, I'll say it. How can it be so unlucky to let others hitch a ride and meet the murderer.

Now is his original idea.

Find a hospitable person and talk to him about love, dreams, and life.

"Here we are. Wait a moment, I'll open the door." Li Si pointed at an iron gate, interrupting Director Yang's thoughts.

A smile appeared on Director Yang's face: "Don't worry, it's just a matter of time to blow some air, and it's really comfortable."

He unscrewed the bottle of mineral water to drink.

The photographer leaned over and laughed softly: "Brother Yang, I was really scared to death in the car just now."

Director Yang also smiled: "You think I'm not? If this show is done, I'll give everyone a half-month vacation and have a good time."

"Really!" The little assistant cheered with joy on his face.

Director Yang watched Li Si while drinking water. Li Si walked to the iron gate with his arms hanging down naturally.

A thin knife slipped into the palm of his hand.

puff!

Director Yang spit out a mouthful of water.

He watched in horror as Li Si held onto the iron door with one hand, and stabbed the knife into the keyhole with the other.

Skillfully twist one hundred and eighty degrees.

The whole process is extremely smooth.

The moment the key was pulled out of the keyhole, they seemed to see a gust of blood gushing out.

Director Yang's smile froze on his face.

Everyone's smile froze on their faces.

Turning to meet Director Yang's strange eyes, Li Si suddenly realized and smiled embarrassedly.

"I'm used to opening the door like this, it's easier."

Who the hell is easier to open the door with a stabbing posture!

There was no light inside, and the room was dark and deep.

Before everyone could react, Li Si had already walked behind them.

At the same time, it also blocked the only stairway that could go downstairs.

"Okay, don't stand still. Come into the house, I don't need to change shoes here."

The photographer's throat wriggled with difficulty: "Brother Yang, he cut off our back."

"Keep your voice down." Director Yang squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, with an ugly expression on his face.

Done.

These two hundred catties of meat, I am afraid that I will not have to explain them here today.