"Mr. An? What are you doing?" Officer Bai, who was visiting the crowd, saw a familiar person and walked up to ask.

Officer Bai is the policeman who gave the certificate to An Jingzhi last time.

He saw An Jingzhi sitting in a wheelchair and thought there was something wrong with An Jingzhi's legs.

"Give my grandson a chance to exercise. His leg is fine." An Jingzhi asked, "Comrade police officer, is there something wrong?"

"I hang out here every day. Didn't I tell you last time? If you have any questions, just ask me."

The police handed the photo to An Jingzhi and asked, "Grandpa, have you seen this person?"

An Jingzhi took it in his hand and squinted at it. He pretended to think for a while before he suddenly realized, "I've seen him."

"Where have you seen him?" The policeman asked happily, not expecting a pleasant surprise.

"It's in the neighborhood next door. It's a resettlement building. Many of my old friends are landlords. I saw them when I went to collect rent."

"This guy is weird. He insisted on paying in cash when asked to transfer money."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this person?" An Jingzhi asked knowingly.

"Old man, I need your help with something. This young man needs to step aside for a while."

An Jingzhi glanced at An Xiaotao and said, "You go back first."

An Xiaotao hesitated, worried about An Jingzhi's safety, "Grandpa, I..."

The police officer immediately assured him, "Don't worry, young man. We won't put your grandfather in danger. We just need him to help us."

An Xiaotao looked back every few steps. After he left, An Jingzhi helped the police contact his old brother who collected rent.

When they heard that the suspect was living in their house, they were so scared that they quickly distanced themselves from the matter.

"Don't worry, old man. We are not looking for trouble with you. We just need your help to call the person out."

"Just because I helped you call that person out, it has nothing to do with me, right?"

The old man felt a little guilty. All tenants had to register, but since this person paid more, he turned a blind eye.

I didn't expect that he would encounter such bad luck. If I had known, I wouldn't have been greedy for the rent.

"Don't worry, as long as you call the person out, I promise that I won't pursue the matter later."

The old man trembled, prepared himself mentally, and came to the door of the rental house with the prepared police.

After taking a few deep breaths, he pretended to be fierce, clapped his hands hard, and shouted, "Open the door! Open the door quickly! What's wrong with you? Giving me counterfeit money? You black-hearted bastard! If I hadn't gone to deposit money today, I wouldn't have found out! Open the door for me!"