"Brother Xuan, wait a minute!"
Seeing a policewoman patrolling with her hands behind her back, Ah Xing smiled sinisterly. He signaled to Ye Xuan beside him and ran towards the policewoman in a wretched manner.
"Police officer!" Ah Xing ran to the policewoman and shouted.
"What's the matter?" The policewoman turned around and looked at Ah Xing.
"Do you know about the Butcher of Deep Well?" Ah Xing asked.
"Yes, how can I not know about such a big news?" The policewoman looked at Ah Xing strangely. She did not know why he would mention this.
"I know he is in this building now but I don't know which unit he is in." Ah Xing pointed at the Cui Garden Building Phase Two not far away and took out a photo from his pocket. He passed it to the policewoman and said, "This is his photo."
The policewoman took the photo and looked at it. She saw a tall and strong middle-aged man in black clothes with a crew cut. The middle-aged man wore a thick gold necklace around his neck and a watch on his hand. In the photo, the middle-aged man was leaning on the table with one hand and smiling at the camera with the other on his waist. That smile looked as wretched as it could get.
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Just when Ah Xing was looking for the police to bring out his Third Uncle to accuse him of being the murderer of the Deep Well Butcher, in Room 503 on the fifth floor of the second phase of Cui Yuan building, four middle-aged men, two men and two women with dark circles under their eyes were surrounding a mahjong table and playing mahjong regardless of the time of day or night.
"Hurry up. After this round, it will be a total of 200 rounds!" A middle-aged woman with fluffy hair in a flowery shirt said to the Sixth Aunt, "I haven't slept for three days and three nights. Gosh."
"What? Are you trying to cut He Qing?" Uncle Da, who was dressed in black and had a buzz cut, had a cigarette in his mouth as he mumbled. He reached out his hand to touch a card before suddenly standing up. "This is bad!" Uncle Da was a tall and muscular man dressed in black with a crew cut. He had a cigarette in his mouth as he mumbled. He reached out his hand to touch a card before suddenly standing up.
"What's bad?" The Sixth Aunt asked.
"What's the matter?" Brother Sheng who was wearing a singlet asked.
"My nephew came from Guangzhou today. I don't remember picking him up. That's all!" With that said, Uncle Da flipped the cards in his hand and was about to leave the table.
Seeing Uncle Da about to run after drawing his cards, Sister Ping, who was wearing a coat and pajamas and holding a cigarette, knew that Uncle Da must have drawn a crappy card. She couldn't take it lying down. She slammed the table and stood up, saying, "Blackie Da, it doesn't count if you want to play tricks. If you want to leave, you should settle the score first."
"Hmph!" Seeing that his trick had been seen through, Uncle Da refused to admit it. He snorted coldly and removed the cigarette from his mouth. He turned to look at Sis Ping and said, "Did I say no? I just want to pick up my nephew and then come back to play. Can't I? Are you sure you'll win? "
"We'll know after the fight. Am I right, Ah Ping?" Brother Sheng stood up and tried to please Ah Ping when he saw the woman he liked being scolded by Dark-Skinned Da.
"Alright. After I pay my respects to Second Brother Guan, I'll shoot you to death in a puddle of pee!" Uncle Da had no choice but to use the excuse of taking a piss to escape.
"After I pay my respects to the Howling Celestial Hound, I'll shoot you to death in a puddle of sh * t!" Sister Ping wasn't to be outdone. She pointed at Uncle Da with her cigarette-wielding hand and sauntered off to the washroom.
"Ah Ping, be careful!" Brother Sheng beamed like a blooming chrysanthemum when he saw Sister Ping leave. He looked very fawning.
Only Liu Auntie and Brother Sheng were left at the mahjong table. Liu Auntie looked at Brother Sheng and asked in puzzlement as she played mahjong, "Fishmonger Sheng, if you want to pick up girls, just go to the dance hall. You don't have to abandon the fish stall and play mahjong with her. What's so good about her?"
"I'm greedy for her big ass. She's easy to give birth to!" Brother Sheng smirked and retorted to Liu Auntie, "You have the mouth to criticize others, but you don't have the mouth to criticize yourself. It's been so many years, but you still haven't found anyone to marry."
"You haven't found anyone you like?" Liu Auntie's mahjong hand suddenly paused when she heard Brother Sheng's words.
"You haven't found anyone you like?" It's Black Boy Da, isn't it? "Brother Sheng glanced at Liu Gu and said unhappily.
"Who said I like Hei Zai Da?" Aunt Liu stiffened her neck and said stubbornly. She turned her head in the direction of Uncle Da's bathroom, only to see Uncle Da striding over with his cat-like steps. A blush flashed across her face as she hurriedly turned her head and lowered her head, pretending to play mahjong.
"Everyone can tell!" Brother Sheng sneered and said softly.
"Come, come, come. There's no front, no back. Let's just beat him to death. Where's Nü Ping?" Uncle Da walked to his seat at the mahjong table and sat down.
"He went to the washroom. Why are you so impatient? Do you want to lose so badly?" Brother Sheng said.
"What the f * ck!" Uncle Da pointed at Brother Sheng with two fingers when he heard what Brother Sheng said.
"Sigh, Hei Zai Da, you're already so old. Don't be so crazy. You don't even care about your nephew after a few words from her. Hurry up and go get him!" Liu Auntie said when she saw that Uncle Da was really going to sit down and continue playing mahjong.
"Do you really think I won't even care about my nephew after a few words from her?" Uncle Da said as he played mahjong. "To be honest, I'm really afraid to see my nephew."
"Why?" Liu Auntie asked curiously.
"Have you ever heard of Congenital Loss of Control?" Uncle Da suddenly asked in a mysterious tone.
"What's Congenital Loss of Control?" Brother Sheng was also curious.
"Congenital Loss of Control means that you can lose control at any time. You don't even know what you're doing." Uncle Da put his hands on his thighs and introduced it as if it was a serious matter.
"I still don't understand." Brother Sheng was confused.
"My brain is so small. Of course I don't understand!" Uncle Da looked at Brother Sheng disdainfully and continued explaining. "It's a hereditary disease in my family. My grandmother used to be like this too. She would go crazy when her sister called her that. My uncle said that it's because the sound of the throat affects the brain waves. If that brat calls me uncle, I'll be fine. If he calls me third uncle, I'll lose control. "
"What happens when you lose control?" Liu Auntie asked curiously.
"Hehehe —!" Uncle Da suddenly laughed. The smile on his face and the look in his eyes were very perverted. He looked at Liu Auntie and said, "Don't sit so close. I'll rape you."
"That's great. I don't know how long I've been thinking about it!" Liu Auntie lowered her head shyly. She was infatuated with him.
…
"Hehehe, if I get this tile, you won't even have enough to sell your ass!" Uncle Da looked at the tile on his table that was only one tile away from the "thirteen-one-one". He smiled perversely.
"Hehe, you …"
"If Ah Ping wants to sell it, she'll sell it to me. Oh, Ah Ping!" Sister Ping was about to throw a tantrum when Brother Sheng interjected with a smirk.
Uncle Da ignored their flirting. He reached out to touch a mahjong tile and slowly moved it with his thumb. When he saw that it really was the "ninety thousand" he wanted, he suddenly stood up and laughed. "Haha, you're going to die this time …"
Bang!!!
The door was suddenly slammed open. A few police officers barged in and pressed the arrogant Uncle Da onto the table.
"What are you doing?" The other three were shocked as they looked at the sudden appearance of the police officers.
"Don't move, police!" Two police officers pressed down on Uncle Da and shouted.
"What are you doing? I'm playing the" thirteen-one-one "!" Uncle Da did not ask what crime he had committed when he was pressed down on the mahjong table. Instead, he was concerned that he had managed to touch the tile after much difficulty.
"What's the matter? Sir! "Liu Auntie asked anxiously.
"This is the Deep Well Butcher. He raped and murdered a family of seven last night," the police said as he took out his handcuffs.
"Aiya, I didn't expect you to be so ruthless!" Sister Ping pointed at Uncle Da.
"No, I really didn't!" Uncle Da finally panicked when he heard that he had been falsely accused of being the Deep Well Butcher and that he had raped and murdered a family of seven. He tried to explain himself as he was pressed down on the table by the police.
"Ah Ping, don't you remember? He was with us last night," Brother Sheng reminded when he saw that Sister Ping believed the police.
"Yes, I was with them last night." The police became suspicious when they heard Brother Sheng's words. Uncle Da's hands were released. He asked with a crying face, "Sir, did you get the wrong person?"
"We have an eyewitness," said the police.
"Who's the eyewitness?!" Uncle Da roared angrily.
"Him!" The police turned around and pointed outside the door.
Uncle Da turned around angrily and saw a young man waving at him from outside the door. He laughed happily and said, "Do you recognize me? Xing Zai! "
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