The old madman's shout was so loud it seemed he could scream the soul out of Anning. Anning looked at his reaction and shrugged. "No, it's just a gold necklace. It might have been stolen from my house. I call this returning something to its rightful owner."
The matter-of-fact tone in her voice truly shocked the old man, whose cloudy eyes lost focus. "You're so shameless..."
An Ning didn't refute him, and even directly admitted what he said, "I can't do anything if you say that. After all, I think if this happened to you, you would definitely not sit idly by and watch that big gold chain fall on the ground and leave without even glancing at it."
The mad old man truly couldn't refute these words; his lips trembled for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.
"Lead the way."
An Ning nodded, signaling the mad old man to continue forward.
Having overheard An Ning's revelation, the mad old man seemed to be stimulated by something, and his speed suddenly increased, as if he wished he could teleport to the abandoned warehouse in the blink of an eye.
Thanks to the crazy old man's hurried pace, the two managed to reach their destination in another five minutes.
It was a manhole cover with a diameter of one meter.
The crazy old man stopped in front of the manhole cover and turned to look at An Ning.
The meaning is quite clear: the only way for them to get to the abandoned warehouse is through this entrance.
An Ning had no objections, but simply raised her chin, signaling the mad old man to move the manhole cover so the two of them could go down.
But at this crucial moment, the crazy old man suddenly became lazy. "Little Ningzi, don't you think I'm getting a bit too old? This manhole cover weighs several dozen kilograms... Why don't you move it?"
While she appeared to be discussing things with An Ning in a consultative tone, her posture of taking several steps back was far too obvious.
They must have already decided not to move the manhole cover.
An Ning gave him a cold look, said "I'm eight, you're two," and walked up.
The manhole cover, weighing dozens of kilograms, was lifted in her hands as easily as tofu, as if she had done it without any effort.
An Ning casually tossed the manhole cover aside, showing no intention of putting it away properly.
However, An Ning had barely lifted the manhole cover when she ran right into the person underneath it.
There was a large patch of blood on the other person's chest, but in the dim light it didn't look like blood; it looked more like a wet patch on clothing.
The reason we can confirm that it is bloodstain is because there is a tear in the clothes, and the tear is where the stain is deepest.
In other words, that opening is where the liquid truly comes from; what else could it be but blood?
An Ning's hands were covered in dust from the manhole cover. After exchanging a glance with the other person, she decisively took out her phone and pressed "110".
"I need to call the police, there's a thief here..."
An Ning had just finished giving her address when her phone vanished. As for where it went... it was probably on the concrete ground, where the already shattered screen was completely destroyed by the fall.
"That phone is the latest model from Apple. I bought the most luxurious configuration, which cost 15,000 yuan. The police will ask you for it when you get to the police station."
An Ning spoke expressionlessly, calmly gazing at the man in front of her.
The man had no gun on him.
This was the first thing she confirmed.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been this person's hand that knocked her phone away, but their gun.
Anning just didn't expect her phone to break so badly.
She was just worried about not being able to afford to buy a new phone when a kind-hearted god suddenly sent her money.
The old madman glanced down at his phone at his feet, recalling that Anning had pressed her fingerprint on the screen, and muttered under his breath, "When did Apple phones start having in-screen fingerprint sensors?"
Unexpectedly, An Ning overheard these words.
Anning returned his smile with a dangerous one almost immediately.
Meanwhile, Lin Hang, who had finally finished interrogating the person and was changing his clothes to leave work, suddenly received a call from An Ning. Before he could even reply to what An Ning said, he heard the sound of a phone hitting the ground, and then the other party's phone automatically hung up.
This was the first time such a situation had occurred in all the times Anning had called the police. Lin Hang couldn't even imagine how urgent the situation was. He quickly grabbed Feng Lin, who was about to leave work, and said, "Let's go to Fengchao. We ran into the suspect who committed the burglary at Shengshi Fanghua in Anning!"
Feng Lin had just taken off his police uniform when he heard Lin Hang's words and instinctively tried to put it back on, but Lin Hang interrupted him, "Who cares about uniforms at a time like this... let's go!"
The distance between Jinghai City Public Security Bureau and Fengchao is not far. Lin Hang drove his own car there, and even though he drove very fast, it still took him more than ten minutes to get to the entrance of Fengchao.
Normally, no policeman would want to enter a Fengchao locker, but now he had no choice but to close the car door and run inside.
Last time, Feng Lin hesitated at the entrance of Fengchao, but this time he didn't even think about it and rushed inside without stopping, afraid that if he slowed down even a step, something unpredictable would happen.
Because An Ning didn't reveal her exact location before her phone flew away, Lin Hang didn't know where An Ning was. So he and Feng Lin split up to search for An Ning in this huge Fengchao store.
Instead of running to the sides, Feng Lin chose to walk straight in the middle. He thought it would take him a long time, but he found the person in just a few minutes.
An Ning leaned against a big tree, arms crossed, in a relaxed posture, looking completely at ease.
Seeing this, Feng Lin's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, immediately relaxed. He rushed to An Ning's side, panting heavily, "Miss An... where is the suspect?"
"garrulous."
An Ning nodded, gesturing for Feng Lin to look ahead.
Following the direction An Ning pointed, a man bound hand and foot appeared before him.
And judging from his appearance, he seemed to have fainted.
Feng Lin didn't dare to delay and immediately called Lin Hang. About two or three minutes later, Lin Hang arrived. Looking at the unconscious man, he subconsciously glanced at An Ning.
He thought he already knew why this person was acting this way.
It's absolutely impossible that she was already unconscious when she saw An Ning.
"Are you planning to leave again tomorrow?"
Lin Hang stood in front of An Ning and looked down at her.
"Yes, I'm just so tired today." An Ning lied without batting an eye.
"Busy moving stolen goods?"
An Ning lifted her eyelids slightly. "What, Officer Lin, do you need help?"
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