"I understand you don't want your friend to be the killer, but based on the current evidence, your friend is highly suspected."
"According to the surveillance video, while your friend wasn't the only one who passed by the scene, the departure time shows your friend took a full forty minutes."
Lin Qianqian analyzed calmly.
"There isn't even a track there. Tell me, why did it take forty minutes to leave?"
Li Chonglou scratched his head. Just as he was about to speak, Lin Qianqian preempted him.
"Also, there were only three men who entered, and only your friend has a martial arts background."
As Lin Qianqian said this, her eyes glanced at him, leaving Li Chonglou speechless.
Fine, although Sanyang had only been practicing for a few days, and although he believed Sanyang wouldn't do such a thing, he also understood that in front of a police officer, one had to rely on evidence, not sentiment.
Evidence, Sanyang, may you be blessed. I can't help you anymore.
With that thought, Li Chonglou gave an address, closed his eyes, and lay back to rest, or rather, to avoid seeing what he couldn't bear to see.
Lin Qianqian's expression softened slightly as she drove towards Li Chonglou's residence.
At this moment, Sanyang was still gritting his teeth and training. Huge drops of sweat continuously slid down, dripping onto the ground. The muscles in his arms were taut, and he was holding two buckets of water with his arms slightly bent. Li Chonglou's standard was to hold them horizontally, but after a few minutes, this height was his limit.
After another minute, he could no longer bear it and put down the buckets, sitting down on the ground.
"I can't do this anymore. If I keep training like this, I'll die."
After a week of high-intensity training and mental focus, Sanyang felt as if he had lived through a year. The only reason he could persist until now was the obsession in his heart to help his sister.
Ever since he was young, Li Meixia had always taken care of him. Now, with the Qing Gang facing constant danger, Li Meixia's status and even her life were under threat at any moment. Therefore, Sanyang had long harbored a strong determination; he wanted to change all of this, and he wanted to repay his sister through his own efforts.
But humans ultimately have their limits.
Sanyang understood this point, so after this rest, he did not continue with the next item of training. Instead, he took a simple bath and then went to his room.
"Those punks, they said it was a collection of classics? What exactly is it?"
Sanyang, who had intended to sleep soundly, suddenly remembered that he hadn't opened the things his friends from before had sent him a couple of days ago. He got out of bed and opened the small cardboard box.
A stack of videotapes, unsuitable for viewing by minors, immediately appeared before his eyes.
"Damn it! This is going to get me in trouble!"
Sanyang, furious, scratched his head. He was only in his early twenties, and it was impossible to say that he had no urges in that department. He had previously been worried that this would affect his martial arts practice, so he had even intentionally disconnected his phone from the internet, intending to be like the reclusive masters in the TV shows, turning a deaf ear to worldly affairs and dedicating himself entirely to martial arts training.
However, despite his anger, he felt a little relieved.
"Who watches DVDs these days!"
Sanyang shook his head. But just then, a white piece of paper inside the box caught his attention.
He picked it up and saw it read: I guessed you might not be able to watch the discs, so I copied most of them onto the USB drive at the bottom of the box. What do you think, am I a good enough brother?
The question mark at the end of the note was drawn with a flamboyant flourish, which angered Sanyang so much that he threw it on the ground and stomped on it repeatedly.
"Screw your brotherhood, you bunch of rotten friends! If I don't become a martial arts master in the future, none of you will escape responsibility!"
At first, Sanyang intended to maintain an air of superiority and directly turn back into his room. But after a few minutes, he poked his head out again, glanced around, then quickly grabbed the box and ran back to his room.
About ten minutes later.
Outside the door.
Li Chonglou was about to knock when Lin Qianqian stopped him, making a shushing gesture and taking out her phone.
Looking at her speechlessly, Li Chonglou could only take out his key. Actually, he had also wanted to remind Sanyang just now.
After gently opening the door, Lin Qianqian immediately squeezed in, first giving Li Chonglou a wink before slowly entering.
Li Chonglou shrugged. He wasn't very worried about her discovering any secrets. Having spent time with Sanyang these past few days, he had come to know the other's general living habits; he trained or slept every day.
Although Li Chonglou was often absent during the day, the plan he had for Sanyang required a lot of time. Judging by Sanyang's training results, he could tell whether Sanyang was pretending or truly training diligently.
The result was as Li Chonglou had expected. The moment the two entered, they saw training equipment. Almost everything in the house was in plain sight.
However, Sanyang was nowhere to be seen.
"That's strange, why isn't he training at this hour?"
A flicker of doubt crossed Li Chonglou's mind, but it quickly disappeared.
He's probably tired and resting. Being able to persist for so many days already surprises me, especially given how young he is.
With that thought, Li Chonglou couldn't help but nod, both satisfied with Sanyang and reassured about him.
However, at this moment, Lin Qianqian suddenly made another shushing gesture to him and then, crouching down, quietly crept towards Sanyang's closed room.
Li Chonglou was stunned at first, but then his expression changed drastically.
This sound?!
His hearing was already more sensitive than ordinary people. Lin Qianqian had only heard a female voice, but he already knew what was happening inside. He couldn't help but slap his forehead.
But he quickly reacted, picked up his phone, and received a message.
"Don't play any tricks. Didn't you say only two men lived here!"
Li Chonglou looked up and saw Lin Qianqian, who had already reached the door, staring at him with wide eyes.
It's over, there's no explaining this...
However, at this moment, the plot inside the room reached its climax. A loud female moan suddenly reached both their ears.
This sound was soul-stirring to those who knew, and agonizing to those who didn't.
Lin Qianqian, who already suspected Sanyang of being the killer, immediately changed her expression and, without a word, kicked the doorknob lock.
Li Chonglou slapped his forehead again.
This time, it was truly over.
Bang.
With a loud crash, Sanyang, who was enjoying himself immensely, sprang up, instinctively covering his lower body before making eye contact with Lin Qianqian.
"Ah!"
It was Sanyang who screamed.
Three minutes later, a wronged-looking Sanyang, with his hands cuffed behind his back, was escorted into the car. Li Chonglou sat in the back seat with him.
Sanyang quietly asked, "Why is she arresting me?" Li Chonglou sighed, "There was a murder case nearby, and the surveillance showed you went there." Sanyang felt even more wronged upon hearing this, "Why am I so unlucky? I have to be arrested just for going there?"