Soon, the community police arrived. Faced with such obvious evidence, the short man stopped arguing. Although the way he was exposed was similar to a presumption of guilt, he confessed.
Who told me to bring this upon myself?
It's strange that someone wearing glasses still has such good eyesight these days.
As the victim, the copy shop owner was also the one who directly apprehended the suspect, so naturally he had to go to the police station to give a statement.
"I'll come back and get this cheating device for you after I finish giving my statement!" the boss said excitedly as he turned around. Besides getting it for them, he also wanted to thank them properly; after all, without this witness, how could they have caught the thief?
"......"
"......"
Li Lechen suddenly had a strong urge to hope that once the boss went in, he wouldn't come out, while Wang Dazhuang wanted to go up and shut him up.
Of course, it's sealed with tape.
Cheating, cheating, cheating—is it addictive?
But back to reality, the copy shop owner went to the police station and might not be back for a while, so the matter of miniaturizing the copy shop had to be postponed.
"Looks like we'll have to come back this afternoon to get it done," Wang Dazhuang said with some regret.
"I'm free this afternoon, since school doesn't start until later anyway."
"Huh? No..."
Wang Dazhuang hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Li Lechen didn't pay much attention and his expression became more and more relaxed, because he had already mastered the skill of taking and reviewing photos with the glasses, which would be no problem for him to handle the mock exam at the beginning of the school year.
Of course, this is all predicated on Wang Dazhuang's "scientific research results" being valid. If the mock exam has absolutely nothing to do with the summer homework, then all this effort will have been in vain.
So whether the boss is around or not, and whether the scale can be reduced even further, doesn't mean much to Li Lechen anymore. Right now, he's just cooperating with Wang Dazhuang.
Thinking about this, I suddenly felt hungry.
The key point is that with the Frog Prince's reward of one million coins, the idea of a hundred red envelopes has already filled Li Lechen's mind, and he can't wait to go back and draw the prize.
One hundred red envelopes! Even if 90% of them are the kind of water or air that you'd find dirty even if you flushed the toilet, it doesn't matter.
Since learning kung fu and cultivating internal strength can easily lead to physical explosions, then acquiring more treasures to enhance external combat power is also a great idea.
Besides, even if someone else takes all one million coins as a bonus, it's still not enough to reach level 3. It's better to focus on the immediate benefits.
So he nudged Wang Dazhuang, signaling that the two of them could go back.
"Are we going back already?" Wang Dazhuang seemed reluctant to leave.
"Woof woof woof? Woof woof woof woof?" (Translation: Are you leaving already? Where's my meat?) Wang Dazhuang's dog was also very reluctant to leave, looking mournful.
As a dog, its keen sense of smell told it that the tall, thin, and muscular man in front of it smelled incredibly alluring to dogs, and must be carrying something delicious.
After wagging its tail for so long and following along for so long, it still ended up getting nothing in the end.
Extremely depressed.
Li Lechen doesn't own a dog, and he doesn't understand what the dog's barks are trying to express. Most importantly, he has no idea that he can smell different scents depending on the person or the dog; he only knows that people inexplicably smile at him and show him goodwill.
I used to think that Grandpa Chen's dizziness had a particularly long-lasting effect.
However, it is indeed time to go back. In late August, nearing noon in Lingcheng, the weather forecast predicted an outdoor temperature of 35 degrees Celsius, which was certainly even higher in reality, making people feel like they were being roasted alive.
It's like being out for five minutes and sweating for two hours straight.
Staying any longer will cause heatstroke.
Li Lechen wiped away his sweat, too lazy to even speak.
In fact, Wang Dazhuang was already drenched in sweat. He was fatter and more susceptible to heat than Li Lechen. Rather than choosing a copy shop further away and having an unfamiliar shop owner do this kind of cheating, it would be better to come here later.
So the two of them turned back.
Actually, photocopying these documents would only take a few minutes if the boss were free. Even though something went wrong, it would only take about ten minutes in total.
In such a short time, it would be impossible for the man in the baseball cap and his partners to completely search a 120-square-meter house.
Now, it's time for the thugs responsible for holding off Li Lechen and his group to step in.
"Hey classmate, hey classmate!"
As Li Lechen and Wang Dazhuang were walking, a slightly chubby man, speaking in a sour-sounding Mandarin, suddenly blocked their way, chuckling.
"The greeting is polite enough, but the behavior is rather uncivilized," Li Lechen thought to himself. He then took a step back, maintaining a basic social distance.
This distance effectively prevents the other person's spittle from hitting your face.
The slightly overweight man didn't seem to notice this and continued chuckling, "Excuse me, could you tell me how to get to Lingcheng First People's Hospital?"
“Turn left at the road ahead, go through... three intersections on the main road, then turn right, go through another three-way intersection, then turn right again, and you’ll see it,” Li Lechen replied.
"Three intersections? Do I turn right at the third intersection, or turn right at the fourth intersection after passing three adjacent intersections?" the slightly overweight man asked seriously.
“The third one,” Li Lechen recalled.
"It should be the fourth one, requiring crossing three traffic lights!" Wang Dazhuang immediately retorted, adding with absolute certainty, "I'm absolutely sure!"
“There are three traffic lights, that’s right, but one of them is just a lane entrance, not a main road. If you say there are four intersections, you’re definitely giving the wrong directions,” Li Lechen argued.
"Then you have to make it clear to them, otherwise they'll change course beforehand."
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