Scammers are scared to call the police

Chapter 8 It turns out that your name is Wang Qiang, then I am not wrong

Huang Mao really lives in the Tailai community.

Hearing that Han Tang directly reported the address of his home, his emotions suddenly exploded, and he couldn’t help crying anymore.

“Big brother!”

“I really don’t know any cripple!”

“I didn’t hack your goods either!

“I’m just an ordinary fraudster who cheats a little money, you just treat me as a fart, let me go!”

“Stop looking for me!”

Crying?

Han Tang on the other end of the phone heard Huang Mao cry directly, and almost couldn’t hold back his laughter.

It seems that this Tailai community is really his address!

This scammer is also too stupid, right?

With this IQ, if he really defrauded a few thousand dollars, I am afraid that the police can catch him an hour after the crime, right?

Just now, Han Tang still thought that if he said something wrong, it would be impossible to get an SSS score.

After all, saying the wrong thing is equivalent to the failure of the fraud, and it is easier to be seen for flaws.

Therefore, when Han Tang said the Tailai community, he was also apprehensive.

Now it seems that I am completely overthinking.

Holding back the mood of wanting to laugh, Han Tang sank his throat.

Then look at the photo on your computer and put your hand over your mouth to mimic the sound of opening a door.

“Squeak!”

Then, immediately, an old, sixty or seventy-year-old voice asked.

“Young man, I see you’ve been standing here for a long time, who are you looking for?”

At this time, Han Tang imitated the neighbor of the fraudster, although Han Tang did not know who the fraudster’s neighbor was, but now everyone lives in the building, and rarely interacts with the neighbors when the door is closed.

In addition, fraudsters rarely deal with people in order to hide, so he believes that fraudsters cannot know his neighbors.

However, after imitating the neighbor, Han Tang switched back to the voice of the young killer and continued.

“I’m looking for Wang Qiang.”

“Does he live in this room?”

The name Wang Qiang is the registered name [Brother Qiang] that Han Tang saw Huang Mao on the coma.

Using Alipay to transfer money, I found that the other party prompted [*strong. 】

So it is easy to speculate that Huang Mao’s real name is Wang Qiang.

At this time, when Huang Mao on the other side of the phone heard his name, his eyes suddenly widened larger than a light bulb, and he looked at the police officer next to him in a panic, and kept asking in a low voice.

“Uncle Officer, what should I do?”

“He found me!”

“He really found me!”

The police officer saw Huang Mao’s panicked look at this time, and guessed that Han Tang on the phone was not wrong, and Huang Mao should really be called Wang Qiang.

And when Han Tang said the address just now, this yellow hair actually cried directly, and he couldn’t act.

Didn’t he know that the more he collapsed at this time, the easier it was to be caught by someone?

If he had just calmly said that he was not in the Tailai community, maybe Han Tang would not know what to do.

Shaking his head slightly, the police officer only felt that Huang Mao was stupid now.

But being deceived in the game, it is difficult to stay calm and sober and have a correct cognition.

I can’t blame him for that.

At this point, the officer waved his hand, signaled him to be quiet, and then took back the phone.

After all, if this phone call is asking Huang Mao to say two words, I am afraid that his ancestors will have to be sold for eighteen generations.

However, before the police officer could speak, the other side of the phone immediately said in the voice of an elderly man.

“Wang Qiang?”

“Wang Qiang hasn’t heard of it!”

Huang Mao heard that the neighbor did not recognize him, and suddenly felt that his body seemed to be much more relaxed.

If you don’t know it, then maybe the young killer played by Han Tang may think that he is going wrong.

Now not only Huang Mao felt relieved, but even the police officers who were watching felt relaxed.

But unexpectedly, Han Tang continued to say in the tone of an elderly man.

“But I do know this young guy lives in this house.” Han Tang looked at the photo in the thin yellow hair and continued.

“Probably…. In your twenties? ”

“Less than thirty anyway, and then a head with yellow hair.”

“I often wear a floral shirt, leggings, flip-flops, and a big gold chain around my neck, and when I look at this guy, I know that he is not a good bird…”

“Hey?”

“Are you his friend?”

At this time, the police officer listened to Han Tang’s voice on the phone and glanced up and down at the yellow hair beside him.

Yellow hair.

Floral shirt.

Leggings.

Flip-flops.

Big gold chain….

This is simply what Huang Mao described.

Too accurate, right?

Is there really a killer on the other side of the phone?

At this time, this killer is really standing at the door of Huang Mao’s house?

No way?

The officer blinked doubtfully, did not say anything, but fell into deep thought.

This is really a killer.

Isn’t that too blatant?

Afraid that others will not know that he is going to go over and kill people?

Didn’t you think that Huang Mao has come to the police now?

What the police didn’t know was that Han Tang didn’t care if Huang Mao called the police or not, he only cared about whether he could trick Huang Mao into place.

All he wanted was an SSS score.

This is how to unlock the system.

At this time, Han Tang brought the mobile phone close to the desktop, and then knocked on the desktop with his hand, imitating the sound of knocking on the door.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

After three knocks on the door, Huang Mao’s body tightened sharply.

Thinking that he had already run away, otherwise he would have been blocked in front of the house by the killer now, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Whew…”

Han Tang listened carefully to the voice on the other side of the phone and frowned.

This voice was very weak, but because the police officer blocked the mobile phone to Huang Mao’s mouth, it happened to be heard by Han Tang.

At this time, Han Tang couldn’t help but think secretly.

I knock on the door….

Are you relieved?

What do you mean?

After thinking about it, Han Tang continued in the voice of an elderly man.

“You’re looking for him.”

“He just got out!”

“Didn’t he tell you?”

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