Helian Zhao looked at Wen Li with a deep, unwavering gaze, as if he suddenly understood something. He didn't mention what Wen Li had just done, but instead said calmly, "Let's go."
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Police Station
Wen Li told Helian Zhao everything about her ability to read faces and divine the future, and even that she possessed the ability to see ghosts.
The police officer recording the incident would occasionally look up in astonishment, his eyes filled with disbelief.
At this point each time, Helian Zhao couldn't help but remind the other party: "Take good notes."
The young policeman was reminded and then lowered his head to write something in the box.
What I was really thinking was: This is fucking surreal!!!
"That's all I can say." Wen Li put her hand to her ear, held up four fingers, and said seriously, "Although it's forbidden to promote feudal superstition, those are just colleagues dragging us down. My master and I both do fortune telling honestly, and a fortune telling only costs five yuan. We're fair to everyone, young and old!"
Helian Zhao's lips twitched, and he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Seeing Helian Zhao's expression, Wen Li assumed he didn't believe her, so she quickly said, "I really didn't lie to you! Since I came to City A, I've slept under bridges instead of going out to scam people... no, I mean, set up a stall!"
Wen Li almost said she was going to do the splits, and quickly covered her mouth to correct herself.
After she finished speaking, she looked at Helian Zhao.
The man was young, but when she came in, she noticed that Helian Zhao seemed to hold a high official position and seemed to have a lot of influence in the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
Furthermore, the other person faintly emanates a golden light, indicating that they must have done extremely good deeds in their life to accumulate this moral aura.
Wen Li still trusted Helian Zhao more than anyone else.
But Helian Zhao didn't speak, and Wen Li became increasingly anxious.
There were only three people in the office: Helian Zhao, the young policeman taking the statement, and herself.
Wen Li sat next to Helian Zhao. Seeing that the man didn't speak, Wen Li was unsure and tugged at his sleeve: "Don't just stand there, say something!"
creak—
Suddenly, the cuffs of Helian Zhao's shirt were ripped open, revealing his bronze skin.
Wen Li: "..."
It’s over!
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