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Chapter 161 Are you hiding something from me?



Chapter 161 Are you hiding something from me?

Deng Xiuzhen walked to the bathroom door again, and just as she was about to pull the door open, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and a strange sense of crisis.

She turned and ran out of the store.

In her panic, she heard a door open, but she didn't dare to look back. She ran out of the store and onto the street.

He took out his phone and called Qin Yanlin.

My phone is unreachable!

She immediately called the police again. The police arrived quickly.

Seeing the police calmed Deng Xiuzhen down.

She told the police that someone had been hiding in her bathroom.

The two policemen immediately became alert and cautiously approached the restroom.

Deng Xiuzhen saw that the bathroom door was ajar, but she was certain that it would be closed tightly when she was about to go in.

Everyone held their breath, the dripping sound of water from the bathroom was unusually clear.

The door was kicked open, and there was no one inside.

In the cramped space, only the sound of dripping water could be heard.

"Are you sure someone came in?" the police officer asked.

Deng Xiuzhen looked at the open bathroom window and said with certainty, "I'm sure I closed the bathroom window at noon, and when I went to close the door after hearing the sound of water, the bathroom door was closed tightly."

When you kicked the door, it wasn't closed properly, and the window was open too.

The police inspected the scene and asked if any valuables were missing.

Deng Xiuzhen glanced at the goods in the store and found nothing unusual.

The police officer told Deng Xiuzhen to remember to close the back window tightly next time, and then prepared to leave.

Deng Xiuzhen was a little scared and wanted to tell the police about Li Qingshan so as to get their attention.

Before I could even speak, Zhu Shanshan arrived.

Thinking that having company would make her feel much safer, she didn't say anything.

When Qin Yanlin returned in the afternoon, Deng Xiuzhen immediately told him that the shop had almost been robbed.

Then I asked him why the phone couldn't be reached.

Upon hearing that nothing had been stolen and no one had been harmed, Qin Yanlin exclaimed, "It's like seeing a ghost! A customer called him and asked him to meet at his factory. He went to the address the customer gave him, but the further he went, the further away he went. Forget the factory, he didn't see a soul in sight!"

He walked quite a distance before his phone got a signal, and when he called his friend, his friend said he hadn't made any plans to meet him!

Deng Xiuzhen's unease intensified. She advised, "It's possible someone is playing a joke on you, or it could be your competitor trying to sabotage you."

Qin Yanlin said angrily, "Once I find out who it is, I will not let them off easily!"

Deng Xiuzhen laughed and said, "You're really ruthless."

The two chatted and laughed, easing the tension from before. Qin Yanlin didn't go out again, but instead helped out in the shop.

Zhu Shanshan was a diligent but quiet person. She neither interrupted nor asked any questions, but simply worked silently.

When Zhu Shanshan got off work, Deng Xiuzhen quietly told Qin Yanlin that someone might be hiding in the bathroom.

Qin Yanlin tensed up instantly and asked anxiously, "What happened? How could this happen?"

Deng Xiuzhen nudged him, signaling him to lower his voice. Then she said, "I've been thinking about it, and I think it's related to the case of the family upstairs."

Or it could be the same person.

That person, or that group of people, might also be someone familiar with our stores.

Look, Li Qingshan's parents were murdered, Li Qingshan has no alibi, and he had a motive for murder.

"And today, if something happens to me, you can't prove your alibi either. Your motive could be that you made a fortune and want to get rid of me..."

As Deng Xiuzhen spoke, she couldn't help but shudder. This matter couldn't be investigated too deeply; if it was, there would only be things to be afraid of.

Qin Yanlin also realized the seriousness of the situation. He thought for a moment and said, "This person probably doesn't know us very well, at least not that we're divorced, otherwise he wouldn't have concocted this illusion that I wanted to harm you."

But that person must be quite familiar with this street, otherwise they wouldn't know our schedule.

As for his phone number and friends, these shouldn't be used as points of suspicion. Qin Yanlin is a businessman; many people know his phone number. He also has many friends.

After discussing it, the two decided to call the police, even though Li Qingshan was a bad person and not worth saving.

But this murderer is even more terrifying; if he isn't brought to justice, he could harm even more people.

Upon hearing this, the police immediately took it seriously. They weren't interested in theft cases, let alone unsolved thefts.

However, clues related to murder cases are completely different in nature. Murder cases must be solved; that's a death order, and a death order with a time limit.

The police immediately and discreetly searched the bathroom of Qin Yanlin's house, and indeed found two shoe prints on the window.

Several fingerprints were also found on the doorknob and window.

They then went to Li Qingshan's parents' house and found footprints and fingerprints on the window there as well.

They also found loose threads, possibly from clothes, hanging on the corner of the window frame.

Qin Yanlin recounted how he received a strange phone call and went to a remote place.

Deng Xiuzhen recounted how she spotted a suspicious person across the street and described some of the person's characteristics.

Next, it's the police's turn.

As the two walked home, Deng Xiuzhen felt a lingering fear, thinking that if it hadn't been for her keen intuition, she might have lost her life there.

A sudden feeling of the brevity of life welled up inside me.

She stole a glance at Qin Yanlin, and for the first time since the divorce, her resolve to never look back began to waver.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yanlin sensed something was amiss and turned his head to see Deng Xiuzhen looking worried.

He quickly and gently comforted Deng Xiuzhen, telling her some jokes to try and cheer her up.

An old man went to see a doctor, who told him that his cholesterol was too high.

The old man went back home, and three months later he came back complaining that his illness hadn't improved at all.

He said he had done as the doctor instructed, who said his shorts were too high, so he stopped wearing shorts altogether to focus on his treatment. Why hasn't his condition improved at all?

The doctor asked: Huh? What did you say? Shorts that are too high? I said my cholesterol is too high, not that my shorts are too high!

Deng Xiuzhen was indeed amused.

Back home, Deng Xiuzhen suddenly thought of a question: This joke seems to have circulated online many years later, so how did Qin Yanlin know about it?

Recalling the internet slang Qin Yanlin had used last time, she couldn't sit still any longer.

Deng Xiuzhen ran over and asked, "Qin Yanlin, are you hiding something from me?"

Qin Yanlin was taken aback. This was the first time Deng Xiuzhen had come to the east house on her own since he moved into the courtyard, and it was also the first time she had spoken to him in this tone.

Qin Yanlin reviewed his actions and words, but found nothing amiss. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "What have I been hiding from you?"

Where did you hear the story you're telling today?

Upon hearing Deng Xiuzhen's question, Qin Yanlin looked at her, unsure of what to say, because he didn't know if Deng Xiuzhen could accept the fact that his soul had returned to its place.

Deng Xiuzhen has never accepted him. If she knew he was an oddball, would she dislike him even more? Would she widen the distance he had worked so hard to close, or even make it further apart?


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