Su Yuntao, the boss behind the scene of Douluo

Chapter 67
After leaving the factory, Liang Xin went to the crematorium and got a pleasant surprise here.

He never thought things would go so smoothly, be it.
"Relax, friend, don't shoot."

Liang Xin is comforting the frightened female policeman. The moonlight shines on his face through the window, and the light and shadow render a soft outline, and the scene is very harmonious.Of course, it would have been better if the policewoman hadn't put a gun to his head.

The cold touch from the muzzle is real and clear.

The policewoman lowered her voice: "Who are you?"

Liang Xin spread his hands: "I'm a man."

The policewoman frowned and said, "Be serious!"

Liang Xin patted his chest proudly: "Beautiful lady, I assure you, I have always been a serious person. In fact, I am a novelist. This is my work, you can take a look."

He took out a stack of manuscript paper from his arms and handed it to the policewoman. Yes, it was the stack he left behind when he was still in the manor.

The female policeman took the manuscript paper with her other hand, and flipped it a few times under the bright moonlight. The messy sound of turning the pages showed that she didn't read it carefully, but just determined whether it was a novel or not.

While reading his novel, the policewoman asked, "What's your name?"

Liang Xin said honestly: "Liang Xin, the beam of the pillars, the Xin of the three golds."

The policewoman asked again: "Why did you climb over the wall and enter the crematorium in the middle of the night?"

Liang Xin sighed: "Because the main entrance is not allowed. If the main entrance is given, a fool would climb over the wall. It's tiring, whoever does it will know."

The policewoman frowned tightly: "I was asking what do you want to do after you come in?"

Liang Xin murmured, "I want to go out."

The policewoman's face was hidden in the shadows, and her expression could not be seen clearly, but her shoulders could be seen shaking slightly.

I have to say that some people are born to chat, and they can still make girls laugh when they are held to their foreheads with the muzzle of a girl.

But this is nothing to be proud of. Two seconds later, the female policeman slowed down, and she slammed Liang Xin on the head with the muzzle of a gun: "Be honest! What do you want to do?"

Liang Xin grinned in pain: "I still want to go out!"

The words are sincere, he really wants to go out.

Go out and change to a place where there is no police and repeat it again.

He was depressed.

Such a big crematorium, he randomly picked a place to dig in, never thinking that he could step on the head of the only policeman here so accurately.

Until now, his shoe prints are still on the policewoman's hair. Thanks to the policewoman not knowing, otherwise there would be no interrogation at all, and he would be executed directly.

"You said you were a novelist."

"But why haven't I heard of you?"

This small town has just over 2 residents. If anyone is a novelist, cartoonist or other rare occupations, the police will know.

The policewoman stopped asking Liang Xin's purpose, but changed the question, because she felt that Liang Xin deliberately avoided her question, and she couldn't ask any more questions.

Liang Xin sighed: "Although I have the desire to develop my writing into my main livelihood and call myself a novelist, the cold reality strangles me, forcing me to find a job as a garbage burner in a fertilizer factory. "

The policewoman said solemnly: "Then you should say that you are a garbage burner."

Liang Xin showed displeasure: "I won't burn garbage for the rest of my life. One day, I will become a very, very, very famous novelist, the kind who can support his family just by selling blades sent by readers!"

After some cross-examination, the policewoman felt that although Liang Xin was not a good person, he was not like a vicious person either.There are more important things to do now, she shouldn't continue to waste time on Liang Xin.

However, she did not intend to let Liang Xin go.

The policewoman slowly moved the muzzle of the gun away from Liang Xin's forehead, and she ordered coldly: "Turn around, don't look behind without my permission, or you will be shot dead."

Catching thieves is also credited, and the promotion of the town police is mainly based on accumulating these small credits.

The policewoman stood up slowly, she said in a low voice, "Close to the wall and go to the right, don't make any noise."

The crematorium used to be a steel factory.

Although the equipment of the original steel factory was taken away and sold to pay off the debts, the house remained, making the crematorium extraordinarily large. The condolence hall, funeral parlor, mortuary, rest room and cremation furnace were each A single building.

The two of them had just climbed over the wall, and there was still a long distance from the nearest condolence hall.

Liang Xin walked in front, and he asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

The policewoman frowned: "This is not something you should care about."

Liang Xin pouted: "He's obviously a policeman, why does he talk like my high school head teacher?"

The policewoman snorted coldly: "Shut up, don't be discovered."

Liang Xin said nonchalantly, "This is a crematorium, not a hospital. After dark, almost all the employees went home, and only a few brave ones stayed vigil for overtime pay. You are still a policeman, what are you afraid of?"

While talking, Liang Xin howled suddenly.

"Ooooooooo!"

His voice brushed toward the distant lights.

The policewoman was taken aback, she nervously put the gun on Liang Xin's waist, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Liang Xin shrugged: "If you don't want to be discovered, get down quickly."

After speaking, he got down on the ground first.

The policewoman was a little at a loss, why did she get down?

At this time, a blinding beam of light lit up, sweeping towards them slowly but firmly.

Liang Xin whispered, "Get down!"

Only then did the policewoman come to her senses, and quickly fell down.

The strong light quickly swept over them and continued to sweep forward without stopping.

The distance and the shadow of the wall sheltered them.

After a while, the strong light disappeared, and Liang Xin looked sideways at the place where the strong light was emitted, and saw a blurry black shadow that flashed away.

The policewoman crawled to Liang Xin's side, her azure blue eyes exuded naked anger, and people could understand her mood without words.

The policewoman gritted her teeth and said, "Do you think I dare not shoot you?"

Liang Xin shrugged: "I don't know what you are doing at the crematorium in the middle of the night, I guess maybe you have a necrophilia? But no matter what the reason, as long as you shoot me, the gunshot sounds, no matter what you want to do, tonight There's no play left."

The veins on the policewoman's forehead were throbbing. She was irritated by Liang Xin's words, and she retorted angrily: "You have necrophilia."

Liang Xin curled her lips: "You don't have a necrophilia and you go to the crematorium in the middle of the night?"

After speaking, Liang Xin got up from the ground and continued walking towards the condolence hall against the wall.

The policewoman followed him sullenly.

The two walked to the door of the condolence hall in silence. When they arrived, they found a lock on the door of the condolence hall.

No way.

The policewoman showed disappointment, thinking that she might get nothing this time.

At this time, Liang Xin suddenly took out a small wire from his pocket, stepped forward and poked at the keyhole.

(End of this chapter)