Chapter 14: Fourteen days after quitting the circle, I bought a paper-made handsome guy and enjoyed the life of a rich woman...
Kong Xingyan went to the bathroom to wash his face, touched his chest which was beating a little faster, and decided to pick a time to check his heart.
Then we contacted people from Huaishui Police Station.
Everyone was an old acquaintance, and when they heard Kong Xingyan say that someone ran to the door of Sang Qiqi's store in the middle of the night, they roughly guessed the cause and effect.
Two police cars were dispatched to take the person lying on the ground to the hospital. After confirming that he was just unconscious and not in any other accident, he was taken to the lounge of the police station and prepared to give him a proper education after he woke up.
At the same time, the two fans who managed to escape ran like old bellows, lying on the ground gasping for breath.
Fang Jiao knelt on the ground, one hand supporting the ground, the other hand covering her pounding heart. Cold sweat mixed with sweat dripped down her forehead. She waved to her companions and said weakly, "I can't run anymore."
Li Haokai looks similar.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his mind still flashing back to the terrifying scene he had just witnessed. How could those strong men be blown away by a light breeze? And why didn't they have faces? Wasn't Sang Qiqi's funeral home too eerie, too strange, too wrong?!
"I think..." He swallowed hard and uttered a few words with difficulty, "Sang Qiqi's store is not normal."
Fang Jiao's heart rate hadn't even stabilized yet. Hearing this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. She raised her finger and pointed at Li Haokai and said, "If you were the only one who saw that scene just now, then there's something wrong with your eyes. But if we both saw it, then the problem lies with the person on the other side. And it shouldn't just be us who saw it. We don't know what's going on with Lao Zhu and the others."
Li Haokai called several of his companions, but no one answered.
The beeping busy tone added a ghostly atmosphere to the already quiet and eerie night.
Li Haokai and Fang Jiao exchanged a glance and asked haltingly, "S-what should we do? Should we call the police?"
Twenty minutes later.
Huaishui Police Station.
The two policemen stared at the two young men and women in front of them, their faces as pale as quails. As they described the scene in rapid voices and gesticulating, they suddenly asked, "So what were you doing out in front of someone else's store so late at night?"
A meal for two.
One of the policemen took out a backpack from behind the table. The backpack was very heavy and made a thud when it was placed on the table.
Once opened, the paint bottle inside was completely exposed under the light.
"Did you know that spraying paint on someone's door is also illegal? At the very least, there's a public security penalty. At the worst, it's the crime of disturbing public order. Being charged with a criminal offense at such a young age, have you ever thought about your future?"
Given the fan status of this group of fans and Sang Qiqi's identity as a female celebrity, it would be easy for them to spread this incident, which would cause a bad social impact and they would inevitably be charged with provoking trouble.
"By the way, weren't you also responsible for the paint splashed on the entrance of the Qingtiao milk tea shop a few days ago?"
When Fang Jiao and Li Haokai heard the word "Qing Diao", their already gloomy and annoyed expressions suddenly froze. The police had very sharp eyes and knew that they were not going to run away when they saw the change in their expressions.
Qingdiao Milk Tea Shop is a local milk tea shop located near Huaishui Street. The day before yesterday, the owner reported that someone had written the words "Do Not Die Well" in red paint on the entrance. Police officers immediately checked the surveillance footage and located several furtive figures, heavily cloaked. However, the culprits were clearly well-prepared and familiar with the Huaishui Street surveillance cameras; they disappeared without a trace.
Today, Kong Xingyan called him to arrest someone. When he saw the figures of these young men hiding under the brims of their hats, he felt that they looked familiar. He just took the opportunity to check the surveillance camera at the entrance of the Qingtiao Milk Tea Shop.
Sure enough! It was these young people!
The police officer tapped the table with his fingers bent, and asked expressionlessly, "Why are you spraying this stuff on a milk tea shop? Did you get sick from the milk tea?"
Li Haokai's eyes rolled and he nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, yes, it's just that we got sick from drinking milk tea. We even went to the boss, but he refused to admit it. We were so angry that we just…"
Before he could finish his words, the police officer sneered, "Are you still getting excited? Those words 'die a bad death' clearly indicate a vengeance. Did the boss really tell us if a customer got sick from drinking? Besides, our comrades at the police station have been reviewing the surveillance footage for so long and have even seen your face. We don't even know if you actually went to buy milk tea."
With a bang, his palm slammed on the table, and the police officer's face darkened: "Don't try to be clever with me, tell me the truth!"
Although Li Haokai was an adult, he was only in his early twenties. He had been frightened by Sang Qiqi not long ago, and his mental state was not very good. Now, after being scolded by the police, his face turned pale. Without the police saying anything more, he immediately told the truth: "It's because that boss cursed Qiao Tianyi online."
Police: “…”
The police officer took a deep breath and asked, "What exactly happened?"
Li Haokai shrank his neck and lowered his voice. "Just a few days ago, when Brother Qiao was trending, I saw an account mocking him for being dramatic, so I had an argument with him. It was all over after the argument, but then I saw the address of his milk tea shop on his homepage. I realized it was pretty close, so I wanted to teach him a lesson."
The police officer didn't know what to say for a moment. He stood up, said a few words to his companions, and left.
That night, Qiao Tianyi's fans huddled in the police station like quails, and no one dared to speak.
It was not until the early morning that the two girls who did not participate in the spray painting of the Qingtiao milk tea shop were released. They were dejected and saw countless messages popping up on their mobile phones. They were all inquiries from fellow enthusiasts in the group who knew about the plan of "tearing Sang Qiqi a little color", asking them if they succeeded and whether they could go to Sang Qiqi's shop to watch the fun tomorrow.
The girl hesitated for a long time, first talking about the midnight tour of the police station, and then pressed the keyboard hard on the screen to tell about the strange and supernatural events she encountered in front of Sang Qiqi's store: I think Sang Qiqi has become weird since she was thrown out of the celebration banquet by Brother Qiao last time. She doesn't look normal at all... Otherwise, let's just forget it?
The speech received countless question marks.
[So, are we just going to let go of the incident where Brother Qiao was being harassed by her?]
[Sorry, I'm already on the bus to Beijing North, so it doesn't count.]
[What the hell? You promised to complete the mission, but now it's turned out like this. What's the point of having you?]
[If you said you were scared by the police and didn't want to mess with Sang Qiqi, I would have accepted it. What a ridiculous excuse you're making.]
[Are you really a fan of Brother Qiao? Didn't you promise to fight for Brother Qiao? Why are you backing off so quickly?]
[I went to book the funeral home of Sang Qiqi]
[Waste stuff]
The girl looked at these unfriendly replies, opened her mouth, and was a little confused. She could only turn her head to look at her companion. Her companion was holding his phone, talking to his family. When he noticed her gaze, he looked at her with red eyes and pursed his lips, and whispered, "My parents said they would come to pick me up. What about you?"
The girl glanced at the screen again. After hearing the words "trash", the comments from her friends in the group became increasingly unbearable.
She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and whispered, "I suddenly feel so bored, let's go home."
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After dealing with a wave of Qiao Tianyi's fans, Sang Qiqi was in a good mood.
She got up early, opened the windows and doors, and cleaned the already clean funeral procession again. Then she tidied up the paper-made items that were placed a little crookedly, and added a few new items to the empty shelves nearby.
At around nine o'clock, Sang Qiqi Funeral Service welcomed its first guest.
Sang Qiqi raised an eyebrow when she saw the man and the live-streaming phone he was holding. Xing Xiwei had informed her of Qiao Tianyi's fans' plans, and she knew they would come to the store to cause trouble during the day, so she subconsciously assumed that most of the customers coming today were Qiao Tianyi fans.
But looking at the person in front of me...it shouldn't be the case.
No matter how stupid Qiao Tianyi's fans are, they would not use their mobile phones to record the entire process of their crimes when making trouble.
While Sang Qiqi was thinking, Jiang Zhen, who was broadcasting live, was already confused.
He's a long-time anchor on Lizi Live, a renowned Chinese livestreaming platform, boasting a truly impressive nine million followers. His livestreams often feature visits to various businesses, including restaurants, hardware stores, clothing stores, and beauty salons. He's experienced every industry, except funeral services.
He was born in a small village in Xuncheng. His people were very superstitious, and growing up in such an environment, he naturally became one of them. It's no exaggeration to say that even encountering a funeral car on the road would be considered taboo. Therefore, except for special occasions like Qingming Festival or the anniversary of his mother's death, he would never even glance at a funeral home.
As soon as Sang Qiqi opened his one-stop funeral service, most of his fans urged him to come and take a look, and even said they would give him a treasure map worth 5,000 yuan each.
The fans gave him too much, which made him feel that when it comes to money, it’s better not to mention any taboos.
So I packed up and came here today.
But Jiang Zhen spent half a day doing research and learned a lot about the funeral industry and the sale of funeral homes, but he never expected that what would greet him would be eight shirtless muscular men with collarbones that could raise fish and abdominal muscles that could slide on a slide, standing at the door of Sang Qiqi's one-stop funeral service as mascots.
The eight mascots were holding different signs in their hands, with words such as "New store opening, register to get gifts" and "10% off on all purchases in the store" written on the signs.
Of course, the most eye-catching sentence is:
Buy a paper-made handsome guy and live a rich life.
In order to let customers know how handsome the so-called paper-made handsome guys are, there is even a small note below: The specific quality of the handsome guys can be referred to the eight tough guys at the door/thumbs up
Jiang Zhen: “…”
What an advanced funeral home, so advanced that it made him feel like a feudal remnant.
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