Strongest Worker

"Why don't you talk nonsense to me? I'll ask you, how do you deal with this matter? Do you call the police yourself, or do I call the police for you?"

"No, no, we'll just deal with it ourselves." Li Qing waved and took out a stack of banknotes from his windbreaker pocket, about three or four thousand. He didn't count it, so he handed it directly. "I'm sorry to scare your children. Even if we do our best to buy some delicious supplements for our children."

The woman glanced at Li Qing obliquely, then roughly grabbed the stack of money, counted it in front of him, and muttered, "you're a good boy."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Qing asked, "elder sister, the handprint on the door was first discovered by your child?"

The woman just stared at the money in her hand and hummed softly without raising her head.

Li Qing said again, "can I have a few words with your children?"

The woman suddenly raised her head and looked vigilant: "what do you want to do?"

This rude tone almost didn't give Li qingchong a somersault. Immediately, he had to smile dryly: "no, no, ha ha..."

"You quickly clean up the dirty things on the door, call the police when it's time to call the police, deal with it when it's time to deal with it, and don't make such a thing again in the future." the woman counted the money and said to Li Qingyang, "let's finish it today, but don't do it again. My child is small and can't stand the shock."

"OK, OK." Li Qing smiled and nodded, "we'll solve it right away."

The woman pulled her hair again, snorted and turned back to her house.

Li Qing turned to see Yang Xixi: "are you okay?"

Yang Xixi was obviously frightened, and his small face was still pale: "no... It's all right."

"Where's the key?" Li Qing said. "Open the door first and find me a rag to clean the door."

"Ah, good." Yang Xixi suddenly looked back, quickly nodded his head, opened his backpack and turned over the key.

Li Qing glanced over at Room 601 and saw that the little boy was still shrinking at the door, looking at himself in horror.

"Children?" Li Qing wanted to have a few words with the child, but he didn't expect that the woman who had just walked into the room turned back again. She pricked her hair and reached out to fiddle with the little boy's head. "Little boy! What are you looking at? Get back for dinner."

As soon as the little boy turned and ran in, the woman glared at Li Qing, and then slammed on the door.

"As for it." Li Qing couldn't help twitching at the corners of his mouth and raised his hand to touch his chin. "Is it because I dress up too much like a villain, so I scared the children?"

At this time, Li Qing didn't realize that the person the little boy was staring at was not him, and the object he was afraid of could not be him.

Yang Xixi inserted the key into the door hole, circled it twice, turned it gently, opened the door, and pressed the light in the living room: "come in."

"HMM." Li Qing answered and carried the things just put aside into the house, but he didn't go in.

He stood at the door, stared at Yang Xi and said, "are you sure you don't want to call the police?"

Yang Xi Xi's delicate body was slightly sluggish and stared at Li Qing in a daze: "you don't care about me?"

"I don't mean that. Don't worry, I'll be responsible until the end." Li Qing couldn't stand the woman's sad eyes and smiled immediately. "I mean, if you don't plan to call the police, I'll wipe the blood off the door. But in this way, the evidence will be destroyed."

Yang hesitated and asked softly, "do you think... Should I call the police?"

"If the Qi family really did this, it would be more convenient not to call the police. We can better solve the problem by dealing with it in our own way." Li Qing said, "even if the Qi family didn't make trouble behind the scenes, I have my own way to deal with it. But here's a foreword. Are you sure you can tolerate my behavior with your own principles?"

Yang Xi Xi pursed his small mouth and didn't speak for a long time.

Li Qing stared at her for a while and smiled: "forget it, in fact, your principle has been destroyed as early as last time, hasn't it?"

"Find me a wet rag and wipe the door." Li Qing said faintly.

"Wait a minute." Yang Xixi turned back to the house and later brought out a wet towel. "Just use this. Just throw it into the dustbin after wiping."

"HMM." Li Qing answered and reached for the wet towel.

As soon as he looked up, he saw that Yang Xixi was still standing at the door. He couldn't help laughing and said, "what are you still doing here? Carry the dishes in."

"Oh." Yang Xi Xi gently spit out the powder tongue and leaned over to carry the vegetables into the room.

Li Qing stretched out his hand and compared it on the door. He couldn't help frowning slightly.

"These hands are a little small." Li Qing's eyes slowly showed a strange color.

Li Qing judged from the fingerprints on the door that the original doer should have soaked blood with rubber gloves before printing this trace. However, the model of the handprint is a circle smaller than Li Qing's palm. It seems to be a woman's pen.

"Woman..." Li Qing's lips wriggled slightly, feeling confused. At the same time, he also wondered why Yang Xixi would appear to be very resistant to the police.

Li Qing wiped the blood fingerprints on the door, even the blood stains on the door, then rolled the used dirty towel together with the newspapers on the ground and threw it into the trash can in the corridor.

Looking up, Li Qing blinked and swept his eyes in the corridor. He couldn't help sighing gently. This apartment has been for too long. There is no security guard at the door and no monitor in the corridor. If there is any accident, there is no clue.

Li Qing walked into the room, took the door back and changed his slippers at the door.

He first went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came out, Yang Xixi had changed into a household clothes and tied an apron in the kitchen.

Li Qing took off his sunglasses, took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, rolled up his sleeves, went to the kitchen, gently leaned against the door and looked up and down at Yang Xixi: "it really looks like a housewife."

Yang Xi Xi glanced at Li Qing gently and smiled shyly: "sit down for a while. Today's dinner may be late."

"It doesn't matter. I'm not very hungry yet," Li Qing said. "Can I help you?"

Yang Xi said with a smile, "no, I'll do this little thing myself."

"OK." Li Qing nodded and took a deep breath. "Can I visit around?"

"Yes."

Li Qing squeezed her eyes: "where's beauty Yang's boudoir?"

Yang Xi was stunned and immediately giggled, "you shouldn't do strange things?"

"Ah? What is a strange thing?"

"Just..." Yang Xi Xi, who was picking vegetables, blushed slightly. "It's nothing."

Li Qing grinned: "don't worry, if I don't take the initiative to invite, I still dare not break into the girl's room. I'll walk around in the living room."

The voice fell, and Li Qing had turned around and stretched himself out.

His head tilted slightly, looked at the living room window and couldn't help asking, "your curtains haven't been opened?"

"Oh." Yang Xi Xi leaned to look at the living room, "I left in a hurry that morning and forgot."

Li Qing casually went to the window, reached out and opened the curtain and looked opposite.

Opposite this building should also be a similar apartment building. The distance between the two buildings is very close. It can be described as being able to speak by opening the window. This kind of building originated from the early period of housing shortage in North Hong Kong. It is a project vigorously promoted by the government. Because of its small area and low house price, it is deeply favored by the working class. However, with the rapid economic development in northern Hong Kong, this small apartment building is facing a large number of demolition and reconstruction, and is gradually withdrawing from the historical stage.

The window directly opposite Yang Xixi's room was dark. On the contrary, other windows around him showed thin and dim yellow lights. Li Qing felt that the owner of the house opposite should have not returned or no one had checked in for the time being. At that time, he didn't think about anything else.

As it was already completely dark, Li Qing was going to close the curtains and go back to the sofa to sit down, but he suddenly gave a light meal.

After sniffing, Li Qing couldn't help muttering, "what's the taste? So sour?"

His eyes wandered around and finally stopped on the two pots of green roses on the windowsill. The soil in the flowerpot is fresh and soft, and seems to have been turned over not long ago.

The bottom of his eyes quietly flashed a suspicious color. Li Qing suddenly turned his head and stared at the kitchen tightly. Although Yang Xi Xi's figure could not be seen from this position, there was a rather strange feeling in his heart for no reason. He always felt that the woman seemed to be standing in the kitchen, carefully observing her every move.

Li Qing stood silent for a while until there was a clang of cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife in the kitchen.

"Did you pour vinegar into the flowerpot?" Li Qing asked.

After a while, Yang Xi Xi's voice came from the kitchen: "what did you say?"

Li Qing drew the curtains again, raised his voice and said, "I asked you if you poured vinegar into the flowerpot."

"Ah, that's right." Yang Xi replied, "my grandmother taught me the old way. When she didn't die, she always told me that the flowers and plants in the family grow well because she poured rice vinegar into it."

Li Qing shook his head helplessly and couldn't help laughing: "what kind of local way is this?"

"Although it doesn't smell good, I really think it works."

Li Qing glanced at the window sill covered by the curtain, bypassed the sofa and sat down gently.

This position is no stranger to him. The last time Yang Xixi was attacked, Li Qing accompanied her to chat on the sofa all night.

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