Chapter 202 Why not wait until I’m almost dead?

Perhaps it was because she had been reminiscing for a long time, or perhaps it was because of her overly obvious strange expression, Guan Xia heard the police call her, "Madam, Ms. Guan?"

Guan Xia quickly came to her senses and looked at the police in front of her again.

The policeman frowned, his expression still serious, but his bright black eyes held a hint of excitement. He asked her, "Ms. Guan, have you remembered anything?"

Guan Xia hesitated for a moment. Although her encounter with the repairman didn't match the description on the interface, out of trust in the cheat, she gritted her teeth and replied, "Officer, I ran into a repairman in the hallway on my way home yesterday. I'm not sure if he's a suspicious person, but when he asked if I needed help, I noticed a little stain on his cuff."

Guan Xia raised her arm and pointed at the red-rimmed spot on the screen. "It's right here, a small brown patch. It looks a bit like a bloodstain to me."

The policeman's excitement became more obvious, and he asked anxiously, "What does that person look like?"

Guan Xia tried to recall and describe him, "He wasn't tall, probably half a head taller than me, probably just over 1.7 meters. He had a square face, sparse and messy eyebrows, and narrow eyes with single eyelids. His nose was high and straight, and his lips were a bit thick. Oh, and there was a mole at the right corner of his mouth."

Perhaps Guan Xia described it too carefully, and the police looked at her in surprise while recording it.

Guan Xia couldn't help but complain in her heart. Actually, her memory was not that good, but the interface was trying too hard. The moment the police asked what the man looked like, the video immediately rewound and very intelligently stopped at the moment when she was looking directly at the repairman's face. As if afraid that she couldn't see clearly, the repairman's face was enlarged, so that Guan Xia felt a little dizzy when she saw it.

Restraining the urge to sigh, Guan Xia explained earnestly, "Comrade police officer, I graduated from an art academy. Perhaps it's a professional habit, but I'm good at remembering faces."

Guan Xia paused, then took another closer look at the large face in her mind before finally saying, "That maintenance worker's face... maybe it's my illusion, but I always feel like it's a little off. His nose doesn't look real."

Guan Xia tried to be as tactful as possible in expressing it. It was not only unrealistic, but also looked fake at first glance. It did not follow any human body science at all. It was completely a construction built out of nothing. No one knew which beauty salon did it.

Guan Xia originally thought she had said everything she needed to say and that the routine questioning was over, but the police officer coughed twice and looked at her a little embarrassedly. "Well, Ms. Guan, you said you graduated from an art academy. Could you please draw a portrait of the suspect for us?"

Guan Xia looked at him steadily. She would naturally not refuse the police's request for help, but she always had a bad feeling, as if the comfortable and leisurely life she had finally achieved was about to leave her.

After adding the police on WeChat, Guan Xia watched him go downstairs and then slammed the door shut.

She struggled to move back to her study room where she usually drew, pulled out an A4 sheet and clipped it to the drawing board. While drawing, Guan Xia tried to reason with the system that suddenly appeared.

Thinking about the cheat that had finally arrived after she had traveled through time for twenty-five years, Guan Xia was indignant. "Why didn't you come later? Why didn't you just wait until I was almost dead?"

The interface disappeared quickly, as if it had never appeared.

Guan Xia became even angrier.

Although her life was not good before she traveled through time, her parents were divorced and no one had time to take care of her, but the child support that arrived on time every month allowed her to complete college smoothly. Her job was mediocre and boring, and she often had to work overtime, but at least the income was good, allowing her to support herself while having some money left over to develop her interests and hobbies.

But what happened after she traveled through time? Not only was she born, but she also opened her eyes in an orphanage. As soon as she could speak, she was forced to join the ranks of the orphans. Not only did she pick up all the few social skills she had before traveling through time, but she also improved a lot. Only then did she stand out among the orphans, was she able to have enough food and clothes and not be bullied. She also received financial support from kind people for her hobby of painting, and then she was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, where she draws comics and finally lives the happy life she had always dreamed of.

If this informant system had been available sooner, she would have immediately charted a path to becoming a police officer without hesitation. But why was she doing it now? Putting aside the question of whether she had a chance to get in, even if she did, Guan Xia couldn't bear to give up the life she'd worked so hard for. She had neither money nor time. She'd be crazy to jump into such a dangerous vortex.

Thinking about the lives of the police officers in the crime dramas she had watched, Guan Xia suddenly shuddered and tried to negotiate with the system as calmly as possible, "Look, system, although my life was hard before, I'm doing well now, so it's okay if I don't have the cheat code. Why don't you bind it to someone else? I believe there are still many people in this world who are willing to fight for the safety of people's property for their entire lives, like that police officer just now?"

The interface remained indifferent, as if everything that had happened before was Guan Xia's illusion.

Guan Xia pursed her lips and continued to lobby persistently, "Tell the truth, system, if you had bound me twenty years ago, I would have made good use of you and used all my strength to fight crime. But the problem is that you've been late for too long. I'm just an ordinary worker now. Not only am I powerless, but I'm also a homebody. I draw comics for ten days or half a month but never become famous. I'm such a poor match for you, isn't it a disgrace for you? I'm really doing this for your own good. Bind someone else."

The interface still does not respond.

Guan Xia pinched her brows with a headache. To be honest, maybe because she had neither money nor time to spare, there was still a bit of a middle school mentality in her heart. But when she thought of the viciousness of those bad guys, that bit of middle school mentality immediately disappeared.

She was very self-aware. She was not very strong, could not run fast, and had no talent for martial arts. Even if she gave up her current career to train well, she believed that she would not be able to last more than a few rounds against those criminals.

As for cooperating with the police, Guan Xia only thought about it briefly and couldn't help shaking her head. She believed that if she told everything, they would definitely trust her very much after verification, but this would inevitably be accompanied by protection and maximum possible exploitation and excavation.

She could understand this approach, but as an ordinary person, she knew that she would never be able to accept such a life, so after thinking it over again and again, Guan Xia sighed helplessly and decided to ignore this system.

She is willing to contribute her own strength when she can, but she will not take the initiative to encounter danger.

Hua Hua Xiu Xiu spent more than half an hour to complete the sketch of the maintenance worker, and Guan Xia sent it to the policeman without any delay.

After receiving a thank you reply, Guan Xia put her phone in her bag, hung up the washed clothes, and prepared to change her shoes and leave.

As I reached the entrance, my cell phone rang.

Guan Xia knew it was her eccentric friend without any guessing. She took out her phone and saw that it was indeed her.

When the call was connected, Pang Le's nonchalant voice rang in my ears, "My dear, I heard that there was a murder in your neighborhood?"

Recalling her friend's vast and complex network of contacts, Guan Xia hummed in surprise, "It happened right upstairs from me. The police are still at the scene."

Pang Le took a breath and said, "I'll pick you up now, just wait." Then he hung up the phone without waiting for Guan Xia's answer.

Guan Xia knew her good friend's character very well, so she didn't dare to rebel at all and just sat obediently on the sofa.

After watching short videos for more than ten minutes, a burst of light and quick footsteps stopped outside Guan Xia Gate, and the next second there was a knock on the door.

Guan Xia went over and opened the door. Pang Le glanced at her legs and laughed. "It's been three days, and you're still not well. You should listen to me and exercise properly. Otherwise, how can you play with me when you're fifty or sixty years old?"

Guan Xia rolled her eyes at her, hooked the handle of the suitcase with her trekking pole, and pushed it to Pang Le's side. "Am I just playing with you? I'm risking my life with you. Who can climb three mountains in five days? I'm lucky to be able to come back alive. Stop talking nonsense and help me carry it."

Pang Le brushed aside the hair that was scattered on his chest and picked it up obediently. He also extended a hand to Guan Xia, "Do you want me to help you? If you don't want to, I can carry you on my back."

Guan Xia took a look at Pang Le's figure-hugging fishtail skirt, sneered, and walked out the door first with a hiking stick.

After closing and locking the door, Guan Xia just took a step down when she saw Pang Le casually put the suitcase against the wall, looked upstairs, and then blinked at Guan Xia, "I haven't seen many criminal police before. Wait a moment, I'll go up and take a look."

After saying that, he went upstairs without waiting for Guan Xia's answer.

Guan Xia felt a headache as she looked at Pang Le's back. She recalled the photo of the criminal police team that she had seen on her mobile phone, and felt that she had already predicted what Pang Le was going to say next.

After waiting for two or three minutes, Pang Le came down, but his expression was very high. He looked at Guan Xia with a little excitement in his eyes. "Have you seen the captain of this criminal police team? He is really good-looking."

Guan Xia walked downstairs, not even turning his head, and said perfunctorily: "Yeah, yeah, handsome, handsome, handsome."

Pang Le followed with the box in hand, laughed twice, and then sighed regretfully, "He's handsome, but he looks a bit difficult to deal with. What a pity."

Guan Xia glanced back at her, not quite believing it. "I think you say it's difficult, but you still want to challenge it in your heart."

Pang Le was silent for a few seconds, then he tutted his words, "Forget it. I can't challenge you. I'd better continue to argue with that lawyer."

Guan Xia looked at her in surprise, "Giving up just like that? That's not like you."

Guan Xia recalled the young man in the photo. Although the photo was a little blurry, his facial lines were indeed very superior. Compared with the crowd watching him, he should be very tall. It might be because of his job that he exercised regularly. He had the standard broad shoulders and narrow waist. Compared with the man Pang Le had dated before, his temperament was indeed too calm and introverted, but he didn't seem so difficult to get that she didn't even want to try.

Guan Xia was pondering when she heard Pang Le say, "He's different from the people I've met before. He's obviously a book king with his own pursuits and is working hard for them. I'd really like to spend time chasing him, but you know it would take a lot of energy, which isn't worth it for me. So forget it. He's not the only good-looking guy out there, and I don't like to face challenges head-on."

Guan Xia sneered, "You're trying to persuade me to change my bad habit of not exercising. I think you should change your collecting habit."

Pang Le ignored Guan Xia's ridicule, lifted her long hair, walked past Guan Xia with elegant steps, and went downstairs first.