He's getting old and can't handle strenuous exercise anymore; that sprint of a few dozen meters was already his limit.

Soon, Gao Baoliang and his men surrounded him.

The human skin mask of the throat-slitting victim was found, and the grandfather also admitted that he was the King of Hell. He even quickly admitted that he was the murderer who slit the throat.

This is easy to verify. He revealed details that only the murderer would know, and even identified the motive and location of the crime.

However, the identity of Yama, the King of Hell, still needs to be verified.

Lin Chen looked through the glass at him wearing a mask and felt that something was off.

Height and build are pretty much right, but his eyes just don't quite have that feel right.

"Baoliang, since we always meet at night, I'm a little unsure," Lin Chen said apologetically.

Gao Baoliang patted his shoulder and laughed:

"You've done me a huge favor this time, solving a murder case. I have to give you a certificate of merit."

Lin Chen didn't care about these empty titles; he just wanted to go home as soon as possible. He hadn't seen his wife for several days and missed her terribly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got home, he witnessed Lin Tao's attempt to seize his house again.

This time, they weren't interested in mud-brick houses, but rather newly built red-brick houses.

According to Yu Xiaofeng, why should a pregnant woman and an old woman like them live in such a big house? They should just go back to their old mud-brick house.

There's nothing anyone else can do about this. They can only manage it for a while, not forever. Without a man in the house, it's easy to be bullied.

Just as Lin Tao was carrying his belongings inside, Lin Chen appeared and kicked him in the chest...