The transparent glass bottle emitted a strong smell of alcohol the moment the clues were restored. Linlang pretended to lose her grip and spilled the entire bottle of liquor on Lao Zhao and herself.
The strong liquor that made her dizzy quickly dissipated. Linlang hugged Lao Zhao's cold body, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of his pale skin. Her body trembled slightly from the cold.
"So drinking is how I see you, please don't leave me again!"
Her face, which had been sweating from intense tension, looked slightly tipsy, adding a touch of authenticity to what she was saying.
"I haven't seen you in a long time. I know I was wrong. Please don't send me away. This is the only way I can see you. I didn't want to either."
“You…” Old Zhao’s usually calm and unchanging face broke into a crack.
Is the reason she's so focused on studying a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) because of this?
After pretending to be her drunken daughter, Linlang pushed Lao Zhao away again before he could speak, bowing repeatedly in apology.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I let this childhood personality come out again. Maybe it's because you're too much like my father. When I was sick as a child, he stayed by my side like this."
Linlang put the liquor bottle back. "I'm so sorry, I just saw how you were with Xiao Zhao and it made me nostalgic. I didn't mean to take out the liquor to drink. I'm sorry to have bothered you, I'll leave now!"
Linlang walked quickly to the door, then hesitated and took a step back. "I'm so sorry..."
"Click".
The door to the master bedroom was opened a crack from the inside, and Linlang suddenly felt a sharp pain. She dared not continue acting.
"Sorry to bother you, goodbye!"
She slammed the door shut and immediately headed for apartment 402. Just as she reached the fourth floor, she bumped into a man rushing up the stairs.
Linlang was knocked down the stairs. Wu Li cried out in pain and before he could react, he saw Linlang holding her knee and leaving in pain.
"...What kind of person is this? They bump into someone and don't even apologize."
Wu Li continued walking upstairs, but his foot was poked by a hard object. He moved his foot and saw a small bottle about the size of a bottle cap on the ground.
He picked it up and opened it. A few moments later, Wu Li looked in Linlang's direction.
He raised his eyebrows, a wicked thought forming in his mind, and silently put the thing away.
Linlang didn't have time to pick up the safe box. It's gone now. As long as she's alive, there are clues. She only brought it back to confirm it for sure. Now that it's gone, it's gone. She can't possibly go back to pick it up.
When Xiao Zhao suddenly opened the door, her body trembled uncontrollably. The cold, murderous aura emanating from the master bedroom door cut into her skin, causing excruciating pain.
Linlang didn't dare go back to 206, afraid that someone would follow her.
It was so cold when I hugged Lao Zhao just now. Linlang wrapped herself up in the blanket from head to toe, and it took a while for her to warm up.
She pulled down the blanket, only to be caught off guard by Old Zhao's face.
Those droopy eyelids covered half of his cloudy eyeballs, making him look lifeless and suffocating.
Linlang dared not think too much about how long he had been staring at her silently from outside the blanket.
When did he follow us here? Why was there absolutely no sound?
Most importantly, the tenant's medical record was on the desk in the corner. Did he see the symptoms on it just now?
Linlang's eyes darted over, and she was alarmed to find that the medical record book was missing!
She held the gold leaf in her hand under the blanket, forcing a naive smile: "Uncle Zhao, I won't make Sister Zhao angry anymore. Don't be upset. I was just thinking about my father."
Old Zhao's eyes were like he was looking at a dead person. He straightened up, stretched out a hand and placed it on Linlang's head, applying pressure little by little as he pressed down.
Linlang closed her eyes tightly, her fingernails digging crescent-shaped marks into her palms. She was forced to lower her head, feeling as if a solid wall was crashing down on her head. She could only bite her lip and endure it.
We can't use offensive items yet, let's wait a little longer and hold on a bit longer.
Old Zhao was angry because Little Zhao was angry. When he left 602, Little Zhao didn't react much, which shows that his explanation had been used to fool him.
He did this to vent his anger on Xiao Zhao, since he couldn't beat Lao Zhao. If Lao Zhao took away the props he brought out, it would definitely expose his identity.
She should wait until she really can't hold on any longer before saying anything; this gold leaf that Shi Jinzhe broke should be reliable, right?
Just as he was getting anxious, there was a knock on the door of room 402, and Zhou Xiao was banging on it frantically.
"Open the door quickly, I know someone is inside. I just saw Old Zhao go in. Don't stay inside, I know you're in there."
"Hurry up, why is the lock on my door broken? Give me an explanation. Hiding in 402 won't help. I'm not leaving today unless I get an explanation."
"Open the door! Open the door now!"
The knocking grew louder and louder until Old Zhao finally let go of the door.
He warned Linlang, "Don't go up to the sixth floor again."
Linlang nodded quickly.
Who would want to do that? Her own father is still alive. If it weren't for saving her own life, would she do something so outrageous as to recognize a dead man as her father?
Old Zhao left the side bedroom with heavy steps, and when he opened the door, he saw Zhou Xiao almost punch him in the face.
"I will fix the door for you."
Zhou Xiao's expression changed instantly, and he rubbed his hands together: "Okay, okay, that's fine then, take care."
Once Old Zhao was out of sight, he breathed a sigh of relief, went inside, and slumped into a chair.
Who would have thought? He was still staking out on the sixth floor when suddenly a flower bloomed inside his clothes.
Even more terrifying, the flower made a sound as if it were about to break.
He told me to go downstairs to get the keys, and then to go back to 402 after I heard no sound from 603. Now it seems that Shi Jinzhe's instructions were really useful.
Zhou Xiao pulled a medical record from his inner pocket and tossed it to Linlang on the bed. "Thank goodness, I came downstairs two minutes earlier than you and took this with me."
He was in room 603. He heard a little bit of Linlang's performance of split personality over there. Shi Jinzhe reminded him to pay more attention to this side. When he realized something was wrong, he immediately went downstairs.
Sure enough, a quick look through the medical records revealed something about dissociative identity disorder; this person is an autistic patient.
We can't let Lao Zhao find out, otherwise the lie will be exposed.
Linlang wiped the cold sweat from her forehead: "Thank you all."
"Don't thank me, I'm just someone who gets bossed around too."
Zhou Xiao sighed, "Have you moved to another location?"
“They’ve moved. You’ll all come over in a bit. Linlang will bring you.” The flower inside his hoodie suddenly made a sound again, startling Zhou Xiao once more.
"I understand, I'll take him there later." Linlang agreed, then continued, "I'll tell you the specific clues when I get back, but Lao Zhao probably isn't the leader. I think Xiao Zhao or Zheng Jingjing are more likely to be the ones in charge."
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