TSM Chapter 9

Zuǒ Yú took out a cigarette from his pants pocket, lit it, and took a puff, his face full of worry: “Speak…”

Shí Jiǎnbái peeled open a lollipop and put it in his mouth, handing him the photos he had just taken with his phone, tilting his head lazily and watching his reaction in silence.

“It’s the Poker Gang?! It seems the man who framed me at Twilight last night was Spade J.” Zuǒ Yú zoomed in on each of the crime scene photos, examining them closely.

“So… now we can only focus on Twilight. The person the deceased was waiting for that night was likely her boyfriend, and this boyfriend is very likely Spade J.” Zuǒ Yú analyzed calmly, taking over the conversation, and carefully recalling the people he had met last night.

“Hmm… worth considering.” Zuǒ Yú touched his chin with his finger, pretending to think seriously.

“Wouldn’t want to interfere with White Emperor’s investigation. I’m off…” Zuǒ Yú casually waved his hand twice, not looking back as he walked towards the parking lot.

Shí Jiǎnbái looked at his departing back, muttering to himself: “What kind of trouble is he going to get into again…” He turned around and left the police station.

Insects were nesting outside the ears of various plants. The clear soup was being drawn up. The couple by the private garden were still teasing each other. Their baby was fussing outside the stroller. The trash can was piled high with jars and pots. He took a detour along a quiet cobblestone road, under the thin shade of trees. The ground was covered with moss, green algae, and ferns.

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Inside the VIP2000 room at Twilight Bar, there were Gasping and panting sounds that captivated people’s hearts. Two moist and warm bodies were intertwined. The popular singer Lóng Qiányī greedily enjoyed the woman beneath him. The black and red Spider Lily tattooed on Hēi Mù Nài’s tempting chest was startling, making her skin burn under his touch. Her long nails scratched Lóng Qiányī’s back, making him excited. The black tombstone tattoo behind his neck, with its hideous face, was particularly creepy.

“Knock, knock, knock…” The door of the private room was pushed open by a subordinate, his head slightly lowered, respectful: “Brother Lóng, Brother Míng is here!”

The subordinate obediently took off the clothes. Lóng Qiányī put them on, looked in the mirror, and without looking at Hēi Mù Nài on the sofa, walked directly out of the private room…

“The police will definitely come to investigate again, tell him not to be too rampant!”

Lóng Qiányī looked at her dotingly, and Míng Xīng Yě slowly put her arms around his neck: “That’s more like it!” She tiptoed and kissed him lightly.

“Why can other men?”

The two had been dating for many years, and Míng Xīng Yě knew that Lóng Qiányī had more than just her by his side, all physical relationships, but he treated her differently, being obedient, doting on her, but never sleeping with her.

“Because I’m not other men.”

Lóng Qiányī wiped away the dirty saliva of the woman with a disgusted expression, and without expression broke the woman’s fingers: “I hate it the most… when others point at me.” The woman was in so much pain that she knelt on the ground, wailing, begging for mercy. Lóng Qiányī ignored his roars and dragged him into the toilet stall, and beat the woman to death in the stall to the rhythm of the music.

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At a four-person seat by the window, Lú Kě’ān ordered a bottle of red wine. He had been sitting there ever since the bar started operating, not drinking, just staring outside.

Gě Yáng and Yì Dàjūn walked in carefully in plain clothes, and immediately noticed the seat Yù Xiǎoxiǎo had sat in before. The two found a seat not far from him and observed his movements in real time.

Realizing that their identities had been exposed, the two quickly chased after him. Lú Kě’ān burst out the door and ran. The two chased after him: “Hey! Don’t run!”

Running to the dark alley in front, Shí Jiǎnbái drove his car to intercept him from the front. With no way to retreat, Lú Kě’ān was pinned to the ground by the two people who had been pressing him from behind and handcuffed.

“You didn’t kill anyone, why did you run?” Gě Yáng and Yì Dàjūn grabbed his arms together, intending to forcibly take him back to the bureau.

“Master?! He’s a suspect who was trying to escape!”

“Suspect my ass! What about him, from head to toe, looks like someone who can afford a Bentley? I’m afraid he can’t even afford a good bottle of wine.”

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