Shi Jin squatted down, holding a short knife in his hand. He patted his face, which was covered by a black mask, with the blade. "How much did the person who sent you pay?"

“I…” The man in the black mask trembled, afraid not only of the person in front of him, but also of the thing perched on the steel pipe above his head.

Shekh lay on her side on the slender steel pipe, her excellent balance making her body as stable as a mountain. Her snake tail coiled twice, the end wrapping around his calf.

She let one arm hang down, and the snakes that the black mask had just released straightened up and snaked up her fingers.

Except for that black and white banded krait.

It had somehow climbed onto the fisherman's hat and was wriggling and crawling all over his face.

The fisherman's hat was tightly shut, and he was too scared to move.

The banded krait is notorious for its unpredictable nature; it can bite you out of the blue, and the wound symptoms are not obvious because it is a neurotoxin, so the pain is not obvious. Often, you won't even realize you've been bitten.

He had no time to worry about his companions; he only prayed that the snake would not bite him.

Meanwhile, his companion in black, masked, was internally devastated and screaming silently.

Can anyone tell him what the hell this thing is?!

Did he see a ghost or encounter a monster?

If he hadn't been entangled, he could have hypnotized himself into thinking it was cosplay, but the sensation on his leg told him that it couldn't possibly be fake; it was a real snake tail!

Such a long... such a thick tail.

The childhood trauma of wearing a black mask brought to mind a movie called "Anaconda."

He still remembers the scene where a character was coiled up by a giant python, swallowed whole, and then vomited out covered in blood…

"Don't get distracted. I'm asking you, is the person who called you here surnamed Cheng?"

"I...I don't know." The man in the black mask shook his head; he really didn't know. "Someone gave us 200,000 yuan and said we could just throw these snakes on your bed."

"Did you catch the snake, or did he give it to you?"

"Given to me by the other party..."

Shi Jinzhe's gaze focused on the fisherman's hat. If he were to be silently bitten by a silver-ringed snake, the house would truly be a haunted house the next day.

If the snake were to be kind and not bite him, given his past fear of snakes, he would still be terrified to find a bunch of snakes crawling on him.

Shi Jinzhe pressed down on the blade, "Neither of you knew? I'll give you one last chance."

"I don't know! I really don't know!!" Snot dripped from the man in the black mask. "We were referred by someone else for this business, I really don't know..."

He would never take the job if he knew he was going to run into a tough opponent.

At this tense and serious moment, Shekh, who was watching the play while leaning on the horizontal bar, suddenly spoke up, "I'm hungry."

Upon hearing this, the man in the black mask felt his heart skip a beat and forgot to beg for mercy.

She's hungry...?

Shekh looked down at Shi Jinzhe and said, "I want to eat..."

The man in the black mask suddenly cried out, "No...don't eat me! I don't taste good..."

Shekh: "..."

You wish!

Ignoring the strange remarks from the man in the black mask, she told him in a calm and even tone, "Human flesh is sour and tastes terrible. I don't eat it."

She wouldn't eat that stuff; except for Shi Jinzhe, which smells fragrant, everything else smells sour.

Hearing this, the man in the black mask caught his breath and became even more terrified: "Big brother, please let me go! I'll go to the police station and turn myself in right now, really, I'll never do this again!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Jinzhe confirmed that the two of them truly did not know.

But if she's taken to the police station, what if they check her identity during questioning? Even if she gets a new ID card, the ribbon can't be removed, so she can't take pictures.

Shi Jinzhe was in a dilemma when, just then, the doorbell rang.

The voice of the woman walking her dog came from outside the door: "Young man, are you there? I'm an auntie who lives on the 12th floor. I need to talk to you. Could you please open the door?"

In the hallway, the woman nervously clenched her hands. Several police officers stood in the blind spot of the peephole. She pointed to the "X" on the door and whispered to them:

"I can't be wrong. Those two people lingered downstairs for a long time. I saw them when I was walking my dog. Just now, when I got up to close the window, I saw those two people sneaking into the building. I found it suspicious, so I looked out through the peephole and saw the elevator stopped on the 18th floor. They must have been eyeing their apartment."

There was only one household on the 18th floor, so she couldn't help but pay extra attention to it, hoping that nothing else would happen.

Hearing sounds of fighting and faint explosions coming from inside, the aunt knocked on the door again at the police officer's prompting.

Click.

The security door was opened from the inside, and Shi Jinzhe stood at the door, inviting the aunt and several police officers to enter.

A black mask and a fisherman's hat lay smothered on the floor, the room in disarray, as if a fight had taken place.

In some places, things were scattered all over the ground, as if they had been swept away by a blast wave.

Shekh, holding the ID card he had just obtained by threatening the system, along with Shi Jinzhe, two unconscious suspects, and a bunch of snakes crawling around on the ground, were taken back to the police station.

Even in the early hours of the morning, police stations in big cities are still packed with people.

Some people let loose and went on a drunken rampage, others got into emotional disputes and started stabbing each other with knives, and still others did something wrong and cried their eyes out when they were emotionally overwhelmed.

Among a group of people whose mental state was worrying, Shi Jinzhe and Shehe were practically normal.

The two were well-organized and articulate, and cooperated fully without arguing or making a fuss, which greatly pleased the police officers.

The only problem is that these snakes are difficult to deal with in the middle of the night, as some of them are highly venomous and are also national second-class protected animals.

Since the party involved is demanding compensation for emotional distress, the value of these snakes needs to be determined.

So the snakeskin bag in Shekh's hands became a problem.

Seeing that no one was going to resolve the matter, and thinking about the compensation Shi Jinzhe was demanding, she took the bags out one by one from the snakeskin bag, under the admiring yet frightened gaze of the police officers.

With a flick, a grasp, and another lift, it doesn't matter what size it is, it just grabs wherever it lands.

The snakes were handled like toys in her hands, transferred from one snakeskin bag to another.

Her actions attracted the attention of other waiting onlookers. Shi Jinzhe was also surprised, not because she caught the snake, but because Sheh actually knew the species of these snakes.

"When did you learn these things?"

"Read a book." After saying that, she picked up a striped krait, "Take a picture of it, and then use the audio reading function."

"That's really clever." Shi Jinzhe hadn't thought of this method, but Shehe was quite resourceful.

Seeing that her clothes kept slipping down, I would fold them over and put them back on for her.

She grabbed her clothes before leaving the house; they were a bit too big for her.

"When you said you were hungry, what did you want to eat?"

Shekh turned the last snake over: "I want to eat your soy sauce chicken."

"I'll make it for you when we get back."

After counting the snakes, the two handed the bag to the police. As they left, Shi Jinzhe emphasized that he was terrified of snakes and that he would have died today if there hadn't been someone nearby. He asked the police to find out who was trying to harm him.

He made it sound very serious, saying it was murder, and that he would be dead if no one found out, as if he were already a dead man.

After receiving a reply that he would be notified later, Shi Jinzhe and Sheh left the office hall.

A week later, he received the compensation he requested, but the investigation ended with the middleman who supplied the snakes to the black mask, and then there was no further news.

This was within Shi Jinzhe's expectations; he hadn't expected to find out who it was.

But the result given by the police was enough for him to verify his idea.

This kind of unplanned and flawed thing could only have been done by Cheng You'an, and then Cheng Yun would clean up the mess for him.

Shi Jin rubbed his temples hard with his knuckles twice.

He returned everything, and even accepted it in the game, so why is this person still so persistent, refusing to let him go?