Chapter 1 Guardians.
Someone died at Aunt Xia's fruit shop.
I heard it was a crime of passion.
Jingge came to buy some sugarcane, but at the perfect time, he became the only witness.
After scrolling through his phone's contacts twice, Jing Ge, controlling his trembling body, dialed a number: "Li Zhan, I killed someone... no, I saw it..."
"You killed someone?" The voice on the other end of the phone was arrogant and impatient. "What, you don't want anyone else to live just because you can't have my uncle?"
Jing Ge: "No, it's me..."
The person on the other end, impatient with her nonsense, said, "If you want to curry favor with my uncle, shouldn't you call him?"
"..." Jing Ge was taken aback and instinctively asked, "What's your uncle's phone number?"
There was a sudden silence on the other end.
A moment later, the other party seemed to sneer: "I knew it, Princess Jing, you can forget about it! My uncle would rather be looking for a pig than you!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Jingge looked up and saw the policewoman beside her taking her statement with patience and sympathy.
“...He doesn’t contact me, not because I’m bad,” Jing Ge tried to explain. “It’s probably because he likes pigs, and I like pigs too, especially taro with braised pork and preserved vegetable with braised pork.”
The policewoman tried to pat her on the shoulder to comfort her.
Jing Ge was so startled that he instinctively flinched away, muttering in his sleep, "I haven't paid yet."
Twelve yuan, the price of a sugarcane.
“The boss is gone,” a middle-aged woman in the crowd said speechlessly, “Why should we pay?”
The policewoman needs to ask: "Do you want to contact someone else to accompany you?"
The helpful aunt suddenly chimed in: "Go find her uncle! What was that thing just now? Not only did he not come, but he also insulted her!"
Jingge realized what was happening and hurriedly shook his head, saying, "I can do it myself."
"Are you stupid? If you really like your uncle," the aunt blurted out, "you should take this opportunity to get to know him..."
Jing Ge's expression exploded: "No, no, my uncle has a strong sense of order. He has an international conference at 8:30 every day, works out at 9, showers at 10, reads at 10:20, and goes to bed at 11. Anyone who dares to waste his time or disrupt his schedule, he can turn them into a human cocoon without batting an eye..."
And it's exactly 8:30 now.
Nobody wants to mess with him.
Jingge is no exception.
Those present:
Thinking of all this, Jing Ge's gaze gradually hardened: "I can do it myself, feel free to ask me anything!"
"..." The policewoman coughed lightly. "Name, age, school or work?"
Jing Ge gave his name: "20 years old, interning at a foreign trade company."
Jing Ge didn't know the motive for the murder. She had a fight with Li Zhan... or rather, she was scolded unilaterally. When Li Zhan mocked her for trying to seduce his uncle Li Mu, she couldn't argue back and, in a fit of anger, she wrapped herself in her cotton-padded coat, grabbed her phone, and went out.
When they got here, Jingge wanted to eat both roasted chestnuts and sugarcane, but roasted chestnuts cost 25 yuan per pound, while sugarcane only cost 12 yuan per stalk.
Jingge asked the proprietress to pick out a sugarcane for him, peel it, and chop it into small pieces.
The payment code was on the other side of the store. As Jing Ge walked over to scan the code to pay, a scream suddenly came from behind her. She turned around and saw that the proprietress's head had been separated from her body.
Aside from Bao Qingtian, which she loved watching as a child... and the tiger demon in Journey to the West whose head was carried away by a dog, Jing Ge had never seen a head and body completely disconnected.
My brain went blank on the spot.
Even the killer's face became blurry and indistinct.
As is customary, the security cameras inside and outside the fruit shop were broken.
“Okay,” the policewoman noted it down. “Who is Li Zhan? And Li Mushi? What is your relationship with them?”
Although he didn't understand why he was being asked these questions, Jing Ge obediently replied, "Li Zhan and I are engaged since childhood, and Li Mushi is his uncle."
The policewoman paused, pondering, "Li Mushi?"
It sounded very familiar.
I think I heard it on a financial channel. The surname "Li" is not uncommon in Shanghai, but it belongs to a specific family.
The fruit shop is located at a four-way intersection. Passing vehicles stir up the cold wind, and the smell of blood spreads throughout the area.
Jingge belatedly realized that he felt nauseous.
It turns out that when a person's head hits the ground, the blood rushes out like water from a dam, like a stampede of horses.
Before she could vomit, a black Ghost silently pulled up outside the police cordon.
Bystanders unrelated to the case have been asked to leave.
The policewoman looked at the car warily.
Following her gaze, Jing Ge, who had lost most of his ability to think, turned around.
The winter night was desolate, and the canopy of camphor trees blocked the streetlights, making the night seem somewhat gloomy and mysterious.
The rear window of the Ghost rolled down, revealing a man with strikingly handsome features, his expression incongruous with coldness. He glanced at her indifferently and asked, "Who did you kill?"
The sound was like water flowing through a glacier.
He is profound, steady, and cold, and there is also a kind of strength in him that even if she really killed someone, he could help her get away with it.
"......"
The kind-hearted aunt was stunned for a moment, then muttered, "Isn't that the brat who swore?"
Based solely on her looks, it's hardly surprising that she's been given such a spoiled attitude and developed a bad temper.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Jing Ge suddenly realized what was happening. His nerves, which had been gripped by immense fear, crumbled upon seeing a familiar face, and his eyes involuntarily reddened: "Uncle..."
Li Mushi's indifferent, emotionless eyes silently surveyed her.
The clothes and pants are clean.
The exposed face and hands were clean.
Aside from a look of fear and unease in his eyes, there were no signs of injury or harm to others.
The edge of the shoe is a dark red.
Li Mushi understood immediately.
The driver opened the car door for him.
The man's thin-soled leather shoes were spotless, and his long legs followed closely behind as he stepped onto the ground. Despite the freezing cold, he wore only a plain white shirt and black trousers, with a metal belt outlining his lean and muscular waist.
He was completely under the gaze of others, backlit by the surrounding light, exuding a suffocating aura.
Glancing at Jing Ge, Li Mushi remained expressionless: "Come here."
Jingge immediately ran behind him.
It felt like entering a safe house.
Li Mushi then looked at the policewoman, nodded, and said calmly, "Hello, I am her guardian. If you need any cooperation, you can communicate with me first."
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