The person inside the door is Zhou Yan.

Another Zhou Yan

So, the two Zhou Yans looked at each other through an open door, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes. The situation was so awkward that a crow flew past them with a squawking sound.

However, the faces of these two [Zhou Yan] don't seem to be that standard.

Let’s talk about the person outside the door first. Due to Sister Masako’s makeup, he is seven or eight years older than Zhou Yan in the photo, and his complexion is also dull and rough. He looks like a middle-aged uncle who has suffered from social hardships.

And the person inside the door

Although he looks very similar in age to Zhou Yan, and his height and body shape are very similar, there is a sense of dissonance all over his face.

For example, the distance between his eyes is much closer than that of normal Zhou Yan, the position of his eyebrows is lower, and his lips are thicker. The wings of his nose have obviously been under surgery, which may be due to the forced lengthening of the bridge of his nose.

My face felt slightly sunken.

This is a face that has undergone plastic surgery. The nose, eyes, and chin are all obviously made to look like Zhou Yan. If you put on some makeup or stand in a place with insufficient light, it will be easy for people to recognize it at a glance.

Recognized as Zhou Yan.

At this moment, Zhou Yan, who had undergone plastic surgery, was carrying a bag of leftover garbage in his hand, probably preparing to pile it on the 'garbage mountain' next to the door.

This look lasted about two seconds

Suddenly, fake Zhou Yan suddenly threw the garbage in his hand towards Zhou Yan who was outside the door, and the moment the garbage was released, he ran out.

Zhou Yan hurriedly dodged the garbage bag, but with Zhou Yan's physical condition, it was impossible to stop him while dodging, and he could only watch him run towards the stairs.

But just when Zhou Yan was running wildly with joy, there was only a soft "click" sound.

That was the sound of a pistol being pulled.

Fake Zhou Yan's body suddenly froze in place.

"Come back obediently." A very irritated voice came from behind him.

Fake Zhou Yan hesitated for a moment and did not move.

"I don't want to talk nonsense to you. I have been forced to the point where everyone is shouting and beating me. Moreover, I haven't slept for three days and three nights. I can't guarantee my sanity in this situation."

"" The fake Zhou Yan was silent for another second. After weighing the pros and cons, he turned around obediently.

"Enter the room" Zhou Yan waved the muzzle of his gun and said calmly.

Fake Zhou Yan's facial expression was distorted and he was probably crying. However, due to extensive plastic surgery, his face looked normal when he was calm, but when he made an expression, it was very inconsistent.

But he entered the house anyway.

Zhou Yan's gun never left his side. After the man entered the house, he followed him in and locked the door.

When he was standing at the door just now, he didn't feel it at all, but as soon as he entered the room, Zhou Yan found that the smell in the whole room had reached an unbearable level.

The food piled in the corner, the pots and pans in the kitchen, the beer cans on the floor, all kinds of smells are mixed together. Unfortunately, this apartment is still very small, and the windows are probably not opened very much, so these smells linger all year round.

If stored in the house, it will almost ferment.

Zhou Yan exhaled a few heavy breaths and pushed the person in front of him, "Find a stronger rope and tie your ankles together."

"There is no rope at home," the man said, his voice a little thin.

"You'd better pray that there is a rope at home, otherwise I will stuff your mouth with a sock, and then shoot you in the knee. Wrapping the muzzle with a pillow and quilt can make the sound quieter, and the people around you should too.

Everyone is at work”

"Okay, I remembered, there is a rope in the drawer," the man responded quickly, then walked to the shelf and pulled out a bundle of rope.

Next, the fake brother Zhou Yan was also very obedient and did not try any more tricks. Two minutes later, Zhou Yan tied him firmly to the chair.

Oh, I forgot to mention, in fact, Zhou Yan's gun had no bullets at all, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to tie up the other party.

Fortunately, this fake brother Zhou Yan didn’t seem to have thought of this.

Zhou Yan put the gun in his pocket and looked at the face that was similar to his own, but very inconsistent. He didn't know where to start asking for a moment.

"what's your name?"

"My name is Wang Dabao." The man's tone was a little nervous, probably because he realized that he no longer had the ability to resist.

"Well, the level of naming is so good." Zhou Yan complained in his heart. "Who are you?" he asked again.

"I'm not that kind of person. I'm 26 years old. I don't have a job and I don't have a family. I just stay at home every day, playing games and watching anime."

Wang Dabao said.

Zhou Yan frowned and turned around to look around. Next to the bed was an old computer, a roll of toilet paper on the table, and takeout boxes and empty Coke bottles on the ground next to it.

"Okay, it looks like this guy is telling the truth," Zhou Yan thought to himself.

"Then why do you want to have plastic surgery to look like me?" he asked again.

"" Wang Dabao was silent and did not answer.

"Four nights ago, you pretended to be me and went to an old villa and destroyed the gas pipeline in the villa, right? You killed a mother and daughter!" Zhou Yan's voice rose a little higher.

Upon hearing about murder, Wang Dabao seemed to become even more nervous. He shook his head hurriedly.

"No, no, I didn't kill anyone, and I didn't destroy the gas pipes. I was just pretending to be there."

"Acting? Just to frame me, right?" Zhou Yan asked coldly: "Who asked you to do this?"

""Wang Dabao was silent again.

"Pa!" Zhou Yan slapped the other person's face with such force that if he hadn't been tied to a chair, this slap would have staggered Wang Dabao.

After "I, I" was beaten, Wang Dabao suddenly became more arrogant, but after seeing Zhou Yan's unchanging expression, he retreated and even started to sob in aggrieved manner: "Don't force me.

, I can’t say that.”

"Why can't you tell me?"

"I said I would die, and I would die miserably."

"It doesn't matter, I can contact the police to protect you, and the murderer will be punished." Zhou Yan said with reassurance.

unexpectedly

"Hahahahaha" Wang Dabao laughed sadly: "Police? Stop making trouble. How can the police do anything to deal with that kind of person?"

"Criminals will inevitably be punished. The law is like this. No one can be above the law." Zhou Yan said.

But Wang Dabao smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"It's useless, I know you are a detective, and I also know that the police will not tolerate any criminal, but there is nothing you can do against him.
Chapter completed!