"Boss, you know me. My hands are much cleaner than that guy's. At most, I just took out a couple of standard weapons from our warehouse and sold them for money."

"Boss, you know me. Aside from fishing at the river during work hours, I don't have any bad habits..."

Looking at these brilliant and eccentric figures, Officer Li could only sigh and say nothing more.

The difference in strength made him realize that these people weren't lying.

Good news: the bad guys have come forward on their own.

Bad news: There was no undercover agent.

"I can see now, you all possess extraordinary skills..."

With these people taking the lead, including Han Feiyu, the remaining constables also began to prove their innocence.

During this period, Officer Li paid close attention to the situation, but in the end, he still came up empty-handed.

Just kidding, but someone's acting skills are top-notch.

Having just been born, she can already use her acting skills to avoid the bizarre ending of having her account deleted immediately after creation.

Even a storyteller with keen observation skills would agree that this was a good child, according to Old Han.

Now, he has also obtained the original manuscript and can access the memories of the person he was impersonating.

I can't see through it, I can't see through it at all.

Finally, the group dispersed, and he could still hear Officer Li's roar coming from behind him.

I'm so angry!

After putting in so much effort, I finally came up with a possible clue, but in the end, I found nothing.

Their yamen, especially the team led by Constable Li, was still shrouded in the shadow of the outlaw Zhang San.

That day, the outlaws committed another crime, and this time, those sent away were the henchmen of other police chiefs.

Han Feiyu's main principle is to distribute benefits evenly. You can't keep targeting one sheep, or you'll end up fleecing them bald.

During this period, he also randomly selected one of his original manuscripts, made a simple disguise, and debuted as a storyteller under the identity of Bai Xiaosheng.

"You all may not know this, but I have some inside information about Zhang San, the outlaw who has been wreaking havoc in the city recently."

"Tell me quickly, is it true that Zhang San has killed tens of thousands of people, the kind who can't sleep at night without lying among piles of corpses?"

"...Well, probably about the same. It's said that Zhang San is also a master who has developed an indestructible body through some kind of demonic cult technique."

That's not all. In addition to his immense physical strength, Zhang San can also conceal himself, getting right in front of you before you realize you're about to die..."

In Han Feiyu's plan, the identity of Bai Xiaosheng was used to guide his fictional story and make it evolve in a certain general direction as much as possible.

The power of rumors, when combined, can maximize the impact of the original manuscript.

Otherwise, today Zhang San might actually be selling fishing hooks, tomorrow Zhang San might be the butcher next door, and the day after tomorrow Zhang San might be a fisherman who fails to catch anything...

The work has gained popularity, but the power of such chaotic rumors cannot make it strong enough.

Zhang San is still in action, and Bai Xiaosheng is still telling stories.

Before the constables arrived, he came out of the restaurant and changed into a vest.

As Han Feiyu walked down the street, he felt that a book had already completed its most basic shaping.

The Murder Record of Zhang San, the Outlaw Thug

The fiction is complete, at least initially.

It's past midnight. Has everyone had dinner yet?