Brother Dao Took the Entertainment Industry by Storm, Fans Beg Me Not to Kill Anymore

Chapter 14: The Dead Reenact a Murder Case?

Xiao He had no idea just how much of a stir his few emails had caused.

At this moment, when he should have been asleep, Xiao He was instead crouched by the pitch-black underground garage door of a bar, propping his head up and dozing off.

As his head slowly drooped until it completely slipped down, Xiao He shook his head heavily, clearing his gaze a little.

“How much longer? Didn’t anyone see the emails?”

He muttered to himself, switching the leg he was squatting on.

Originally, Xiao He had planned to just go straight to sleep and call it a day. But without personally seeing Li Zhicheng caught, he felt uneasy. Plus, Li Zhicheng had mysteriously sought him out, and Xiao He worried that if he didn’t respond, Li Zhicheng would turn his attention back to Li Hanyue.

After some thought, Xiao He decided he really should come to the scene at least to personally watch Li Zhicheng get into a car.

But he had already been squatting here for quite some time without seeing a single figure.

He was about to stand up and stretch his numb legs when suddenly he heard hurried footsteps coming from the garage exit.

Hearing the footsteps, Xiao He immediately knew it wasn’t the police. He quickly held his breath and moved toward the corner. Then he saw a man walking into the underground parking lot from the backlight—this man was wrapped up tightly just like him, sneaking quietly deeper into the parking garage.
This parking lot was still occasionally used, but the infrastructure was poor; many of the lights were out, and the surrounding ground was littered with trash. Because Xiao He was crouched in the corner near the exit, completely blending into the darkness, the man had no idea someone was hiding there.

Xiao He twitched his nose and inexplicably caught a whiff of blood.

At this time, in this place, and at this moment... what kind of person could it be?

Xiao He had a bad feeling. He hesitated briefly on the spot, bit his lip, and chose to quietly follow.

Having already been in the dark for a while, Xiao He’s vision was especially sharp. He skillfully avoided the trash on the ground and followed the man slowly toward the depths of the parking garage.

A minute later, he heard a hoarse voice nearby: “Why did you change targets? Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“What’s it to you? Get lost—”

Xiao He’s ears perked up instantly.

“Don’t be ungrateful—”

“Pfft—”

Perhaps the darkness heightened a person’s senses; Xiao He could even clearly hear the sound of something piercing flesh.

Then came the sound of someone staggering and falling.

Damn it!

Xiao He immediately pressed himself against a pillar, focusing intently on the noises.

Had he—had he just stumbled onto a murder scene?

Who died? Li Zhicheng, or the man who just came in?

What was going on? Internal conflict among accomplices?

Xiao He’s mind raced fast as he quietly pressed a backup plan he had prepared in advance—

“Waa waa—”

Suddenly, the bar upstairs, which had been blasting intense music, shifted tone dramatically into a scene of blaring sirens.

The sounds were like a dozen police cars all rushing into the bar at once, sharp and noisy, instantly silencing everyone inside.

“Wow! What’s that noise? Which idiot’s playing abstract music? Turn it off!”

“Huh? What’s going on? Why won’t it stop—”

Amid the startled shouts upstairs, the sharp sirens quickly spread through the ceiling down to the basement.

That faint yet unmistakable sound had a strong deterrent effect on anyone feeling guilty.

Almost as soon as the sirens sounded, Xiao He heard hurried footsteps fleeing.

When the footsteps faded away, Xiao He swiftly followed the sound to the place where Li Zhicheng and the others were.

Surprisingly, the person lying on the ground was indeed Li Zhicheng!

Xiao He turned on his phone’s flashlight, and under the faint glow of the screen, he vaguely saw a sharp weapon had pierced Li Zhicheng’s chest, blood continuously gushing out.

Li Zhicheng himself was slumped on the ground, his pupils gradually dilating. He painfully moved his hand, trying to seek help—

“Help, help me—”

Xiao He pursed his lips, surprisingly feeling little emotion inside.

Having seriously played the role of Zhu Third Brother before, he really couldn’t summon any pity for this despicable man.

“Zhu Third Brother—”

He drew out the name slowly, squatted down with a commanding gaze, looking coldly down at the man on the ground, his face covered by a mask showing only a pair of icy, callous eyes.