"Who stole the key?"

"I think," Li York finally put away his lazy attitude and stood up with interest, "Didn't Officer McCartney just say his clothes were in the laundry room? Then we should just open it and take a look."

"But shouldn't he have washed it clean already?" Hong Fu looked at Li York in confusion.

However, Li York laughed, as if he had heard some interesting news. "No, no, no, that's based on the fact that he really did the laundry for fitness. What if he didn't? What if he killed someone and wanted to clear the evidence? Then he probably didn't have time to do that. After all, the officer probably didn't expect someone to suddenly wake up, forcing him to rush back."

Li York called Amei over, and she was still awake.

"Hello, Ms. Amei, do you remember where our police officer came from when you screamed? If I remember correctly, he should also live on the second floor, right?"

Amei was stunned for a moment. She lowered her head and tried hard to recall, and finally she remembered something.

As she screamed, people opened the door one after another, and McCartney was the first to come.

A-Mei really didn't seem to hear the sound of the door opening or the stairs going down. It seemed more like he was walking from the corridor.

Because at the end of the first floor is the laundry room.

Under Lee York's guidance, almost everyone looked at McCartney in fear.

McCartney's expression changed several times, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "Then go and see. After you wrongly accuse me, even a righteous policeman like me will be heartbroken!"

Led by Lee York, everyone came to the laundry room. McCartney was sandwiched between Mr. King and Lee York, as if they were worried that he would suddenly kill someone.

"If I really am a killer," McCartney sneered and threatened the two men, "It won't be easy for you two to control me."

Li York didn't say anything, but Mr. Jin, who had always been very quiet and low-key, spoke up:

"Then you can try."

When McCartney met Mr. King's eyes, he suddenly shut up.

It was a truly chilling murderous intent, and McCartney looked at Mr. King as if he were a monster.

There are five washing machines in the laundry room, and only the one in the middle has clothes in it.

Just like what Li York said, the washing machine has not started working yet.

After the maid walked over, she opened the washing machine and took out the police officer's coat.

As expected, the coat was wet, not from sweat, but from the heavy rain.

More importantly, there were bloodstains on the white underwear.

Several women screamed at the same time, fearing that the murderer would suddenly go crazy and kill them all.

Ah Mei clutched her chest, shocked to find that she had saved her life. If McCartney had been more ruthless, she would probably be dead now.

It seems that Ale was right, she has always been a lucky person.

"I warned you..." McCartney finally stopped pretending. He suddenly pulled out the gun on his waist, but he didn't expect that he had been subdued by Mr. Jin next to him.

Li York exclaimed exaggeratedly. He was standing aside and happened to see the whole process of Mr. Jin's actions clearly.

This person's movements were so fast, the speed and strength caught people off guard.

Compared to him, McCartney was as slow as an old lady.

Li York took a breath and was very suspicious of Mr. Jin's true identity. How could he have such strong fighting ability?

Or are all private detectives this good?

Jasmine suddenly remembered what Fatty Lu had said to her. She bit her lip, not knowing whether to be happy or scared.

She was happy that she had met so many strange and mysterious people in her line of work, and they could all be used as material for her novels.

What’s scary is, who knows if there’s another murderer here, will she die here?

The subdued McCartney was tied up and huddled in a corner. No matter who asked him any questions, he would not answer.

"Is he really a policeman?" Hong Fu frowned. Although the police in this country are useless, they shouldn't kill people casually, right?

"I don't think so," Mr. King said calmly, standing in front of McCartney. "He hasn't even learned professional fighting. Otherwise, I wouldn't have succeeded so easily."

McCartney snorted. He didn't expect that he would lose to a private detective.

"Hey, we've caught him now," Li York put his hand on the frightened crocodile and said calmly, "You can tell the truth now."

Master Yang has instructed the maid to bring everyone a bowl of hot soup. It seems that many people will not sleep tonight.

After the crocodile gulped down the hot soup in one gulp, he continued:

"I, I am actually the policeman."

…

Five hours ago, Crocodile and his colleagues were ordered to escort a murderer to a prison where death row prisoners were held.

"That murderer," Doris glared at Li York before speaking, "could it be the serial killer in the news?"

Crocodile nodded. "Don't be fooled by my strong appearance. I'm actually very timid. When they told me to do this, my legs went weak. Fortunately," Crocodile glanced at McCartney and continued, "his hands and feet were tied up, so we felt a little relieved."

Two timid policemen escorting a death row prisoner on a deserted country road sounds like the beginning of a horror movie.

When the rainstorm came, an accident happened.

The policeman driving the car almost collided with an oncoming black car, so he slammed on the brakes.

"I was terrified at the time, but luckily nothing happened." Crocodile sighed, "But Donny was still injured. I should have switched with him and let me drive."

Amei's face changed. She hit someone because a car suddenly braked, causing her to change lanes immediately and hit Doris.

She didn't even notice it was a police car! Her face was pale and she couldn't hear a word Crocodile said.

Crocodile sighed and continued, "It wasn't long before Donnie died. He was injured. And by then, McCartney had somehow uncuffed him. He took advantage of us not noticing and killed Donnie. Then he forced me to uncuff him and switched identities with him."

Finally, the crocodile said, "Donnie was locked in the trunk. I think McCartney must have gotten up in the middle of the night to check on Donnie. Maybe Donnie wasn't dead yet. But poor Mr. Lu saw him and decided to kill him."