Tricky Scam Call, The Scammer Is So Scared That He Calls The Police

Chapter 8 It turns out your name is Wang Qiang, so I found it right.

Huang Mao really lives in Tailai Community.

When I heard Han Tang directly report his home address, my emotions exploded and I couldn't help crying anymore.

"Brother!"

"I really don't know Liu Laizi!"

“I didn’t hack your stuff either!

"I'm just an ordinary scammer who swindles a small amount of money. Just think of me as a piece of shit and let me go!"

"Stop looking for me!"

Cried?

Han Tang, who was on the other end of the phone, broke down and cried when he heard that Huang Mao almost burst out laughing.

It seems that Tailai Community is really his address!

Is this fraudster too stupid?

With his IQ, if he really defrauded him out of thousands of dollars, the police would probably catch him an hour after committing the crime, right?

Just now, Han Tang was thinking that if he said something wrong, it would be impossible to get an SSS score.

After all, saying the wrong thing means that the fraud has failed, and the flaw will be more easily seen.

So Han Tang was very nervous when he mentioned Tailai Community.

Now it seems that I am completely worrying too much.

Resisting the urge to laugh, Han Tang lowered his voice.

Then look at the photo on the computer, put your hand in front of your mouth, and imitate the sound of opening the door.

"squeak!"

Then he immediately asked in an old voice, like an old man in his sixties or seventies.

"Young man, I see you have been standing here for a long time. Who are you looking for?"

At this time, Han Tang imitated the neighbor of the fraudster. Although Han Tang did not know who the neighbor of the fraudster was, everyone now lives in the building and rarely interacts with the neighbors once the door is closed.

In addition, people like fraudsters seldom interact with others in order to hide themselves, so he believes that it is impossible for fraudsters to know his neighbors.

However, after imitating the neighbor, Han Tang switched back to the voice of the young killer and continued.

"I'm looking for Wang Qiang."

"Excuse me, does he live in this room?"

The name Wang Qiang came from Huang Mao’s registered name [Brother Qiang] that Han Tang saw on Douyin.

I used Alipay to transfer money and found that the other party prompted [*Qiang. 】

So it is easy to deduce that Huang Mao's real name is Wang Qiang.

At this time, when Huang Mao on the other side of the phone heard his name, his eyes suddenly became bigger than light bulbs. He looked at the police officer next to him in a panic and kept asking in a low voice.

"Uncle police officer, what should I do?"

"He found me!"

"He really found me!"

Seeing Huang Mao's panic at this time, the police officer guessed that Han Tang on the phone was right. Huang Mao's real name was Wang Qiang.

And when Han Tang told the address just now, Huang Mao actually burst into tears and couldn't even act.

Doesn't he know that the more he collapses at this time, the easier it is for someone to get caught?

If he could calmly say that he was not in Tailai community just now, Han Tang might not know what to do.

Shaking his head slightly, the police officer felt that Huang Mao was so stupid now.

But when you are deceived into a situation, it is difficult to stay calm and sober and have a correct understanding.

I can't blame him.

At this time, the police officer waved his hand to signal him to be quiet, and then took back the phone.

After all, if this phone call allowed Huang Mao to say a few words, I'm afraid his ancestors would have to be sold for eighteen generations.

But before the police officer could speak, the other person on the phone spoke in an old man's voice.

"Wang Qiang?"

"Wang Qiang has never heard of it!"

When Huang Mao heard that his neighbor didn't recognize him, he suddenly felt much more relaxed.

If you don't know him, then maybe the young killer played by Han Tang will think that he has made a mistake.

Not only Huang Mao felt relieved now, but also the police officers who were watching felt relaxed.

But unexpectedly, Han Tang continued to speak in the tone of an old man.

"But I do know that this young man lives in this house." Han Tang looked at the photos in Huang Mao Weibo and continued.

"About...more than 20 years old?"

"Anyway, he's less than thirty, and he has yellow hair."

"I often wear a floral shirt, tight pants, flip-flops, and a big gold chain around my neck. As soon as I saw this guy, I knew he was not a good guy..."

"Why?"

"Are you his friend?"

At this time, the police officer listened to Han Tang's voice on the phone and looked up and down at Huang Mao beside him.

yellow hair.

Floral shirt.

Leggings.

flip flops.

Big gold chain....

This is exactly what Huang Mao described.

Too accurate, right?

Could there really be a killer on the other side of the phone?

Is this killer really standing at the door of Huang Mao's house at this time?

No way?

The police officer blinked doubtfully and said nothing, but fell into deep thought.

If this is really a killer.

Isn't that too blatant?

Afraid that others wouldn't know that he was going to kill someone?

Didn’t you think that Huang Mao had come to call the police now?

What the police didn't know was that Han Tang didn't care whether Huang Mao called the police or not. He only cared about whether he could deceive Huang Mao.

All he wants is the SSS score.

This will unlock the system.

At this time, Han Tang brought his mobile phone close to the table, and then knocked on the table with his hand, imitating the sound of knocking on the door.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

After three knocks on the door, Huang Mao's body tightened suddenly.

Thinking that it was a good thing that he had run away long ago, otherwise the killer would have blocked the door of his house now, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"call...."

Han Tang listened carefully to the voice on the other side of the phone and frowned.

The sound was very weak, but because the police officer put his cell phone to Huang Mao's mouth, Han Tang just heard it.

At this time, Han Tang couldn't help but think secretly.

I knock on the door....

Are you relieved?

What's the meaning?

After thinking for a while, Han Tang continued in the voice of an elderly man.

"You are looking for him."

"He just went out!"

"Didn't he tell you?"

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