Chapter 20: The Magical Shark Pants

The forensic examiner immediately began an autopsy on Big Green Dragon’s body, while the tall policeman retrieved the surveillance footage.

This group truly lived up to their reputation as a special investigations team—their actions were swift and decisive, and in no time, results were in.

Yet the findings left everyone utterly baffled.

There were no wounds on Big Green Dragon’s body, but his internal organs looked as though they’d been pulverized by an iron rod. The surveillance footage, however, showed that Gou Liang held no weapon.

Leng Xueqi’s piercing gaze seemed intent on boring through Gou Liang’s soul.

“You’re quite something. Can you tell me how you did it?”

Gou Liang wore a look of serene indifference.

“I don’t know what you mean. He came in and tried to strangle me, then suddenly collapsed to the floor, coughing up blood and dying. I barely had any strength, I didn’t even land a punch on him.”

He denied everything completely.

Indeed, the footage showed Gou Liang’s fists never touched Big Green Dragon’s abdomen, making it impossible to link the man’s death to him.

Only Leng Xueqi was convinced that Big Green Dragon had died at Gou Liang’s hands.

She stepped forward, standing directly before Gou Liang. She was tall—almost eye-level with him. Unwilling to meet her eyes, Gou Liang’s gaze naturally fell on her luscious, berry-colored lips.

She wore wild berry lipstick, its rich, orchid-like fragrance drifting toward Gou Liang with each warm breath.

Her eyes softened, and her tone lost its earlier sharpness.

“This time you rid the world of a menace. I’m genuinely curious how you managed it. Is it really so hard to explain?”

Gou Liang put on an innocent, confused expression.

“His death really had nothing to do with me. Frankly, it all feels like a dream now.”

Leng Xueqi snorted.

“Maybe it was the victim who was dreaming.”

Bao Wenle, swaying his hips, sashayed forward, casting a coquettish glance at Leng Xueqi.

“Sis, you can ask me. I’m an eyewitness—I saw everything. I can recount the entire process in detail. If it’s inconvenient here, perhaps we could find a nice, elegant café?”

Leng Xueqi frowned in disgust.

“This has nothing to do with you. Don’t think I won’t hit you just because you’re pretty. I’m not even in uniform.”

Bao Wenle pouted, lips pursed in an aggrieved, delicate manner. Turning to Gou Liang, he muttered softly,

“I’m just cooperating with the investigation. Why be so harsh? Our old Hao is much gentler.”

Leng Xueqi’s eyes flashed; she glanced at Bao Wenle, then at Gou Liang, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

Gou Liang felt a wave of awkwardness—what did she think she understood? There was no way he, Gou Liang, would be won over by this troublemaker.

Leng Xueqi extended a slender, jade-like hand toward Gou Liang.

“May I borrow your phone for a moment?”

He hesitated briefly, then handed it over. He knew that once his yin-yang phone was in someone else’s hands, it would appear as nothing more than an ordinary device, devoid of any mystical powers.

Leng Xueqi entered her number, saved it, and returned the phone.

“This is my number. If you ever feel like talking, let’s meet at a nice café—it’s my treat.”

Gou Liang’s heart gave a sudden jolt. To sit and chat about life with such a beautiful, poised woman would be delightful—though, given the circumstances, it might well end with him on death row.

Beside him, Bao Wenle bit his lip, a heavy air of resentment clouding his delicate features—his face was flushed, eyes filled with a mix of love and hate, the blush on his cheeks as pink as a ripe peach, inviting one to take a bite.

“My, Officer, don’t say I didn’t warn you: our old Hao is a family man. His daughter’s the same age as me, and his wife is none other than the renowned beauty Wang Xinyao, director of Busan Private Hospital.”

Leng Xueqi smiled.

“That’s all right, I don’t mind.”

With a graceful twist of the waist and a sway of his hips, Bao Wenle leaned against Gou Liang like a willow in the wind, letting out a plaintive, seductive cry, “But I mind—unless you bring me along too.”

Gou Liang’s mind was in turmoil. In Leng Xueqi’s eyes, his “special relationship” with Bao Wenle was now beyond doubt.

Leng Xueqi suppressed a laugh and nodded lightly.

“That can be arranged. I hope next time we meet, we can all speak frankly.”

As she spoke, she extended her small, snow-white hand to Gou Liang.

He took it—the sensation was exquisite: smooth, delicate, soft as if boneless, impossible not to linger over. Yet, as a young man with a strong sense of pride, he didn’t lose his composure in front of her. He shook her hand politely, then released it.

Their first handshake left Leng Xueqi with a favorable impression—not at all like those greasy middle-aged men who would hold on to a woman’s hand, rubbing and kneading without end.

After Leng Xueqi called for the team to wrap up,

She swayed her slender waist and hips as she walked out. After a few steps, she turned back to Gou Liang with a meaningful smile.

“Hao Dagen, I can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t your real face. There’s a youthful, vigorous energy about you—your true age must be around twenty. I hope one day I’ll see the real you.”

Gou Liang’s heart skipped a beat. Had she seen through his disguise? How could she guess his real age? Did she have supernatural powers?

He watched her retreating figure, the stretch sharkskin pants accentuating her curves. As she moved, the subtle friction of the fabric only added to her allure.

Bao Wenle, eyes filled with longing, watched Leng Xueqi disappear from view. He took a deep breath, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

In a daze, he murmured, “Old Hao, I’m in love.”

Gou Liang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance with a deep sigh.

“That sounds awfully familiar. Where have I heard it before? Ah, I remember—in ‘Animal World,’ when a hippo follows behind a giraffe, the hippo’s inner monologue is exactly that.”

Bao Wenle froze, then realized what he meant and playfully punched Gou Liang.

“Old Hao, that’s too much! Who are you calling a hippo? Have you ever seen such an enchanting hippo?”

Gou Liang chuckled.

“Go on, get to work. Those two co-conspirators are waiting for you to do their makeup.”

With that, Gou Liang walked away.

He was puzzled as to why Zhang Zhihan hadn’t called him.

So he dialed her number.

“The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable…”

Zhang Zhihan had actually blocked him.

Suddenly, Gou Liang realized he’d become a murder suspect. The police must have visited the apartment to question Zhang Zhihan, which was why she had blocked him.

He couldn’t suppress the urge to see her, to explain that he hadn’t killed anyone. He believed Zhang Zhihan would trust him.

After all, now that he was wearing Hao Dagen's face, even if police officers were staking out the apartment, they wouldn’t recognize him.