Underworld Detective Lu Xiang

When Rangmu woke up, the two-room, one-room apartment he and Chang had rented was empty. Look at the clock on the wall. It's only seven in the morning.

"Weird, it's the weekend today. Why isn't Manting getting much sleep?" Rangmu got out of bed and muttered in a low voice, "Alright, since she's not here, it'll be more convenient for me to do some work."

His movements were extremely quick. In less than ten minutes, he was already dressed. He washed his face, washed his mouth, ate his breakfast, and prepared to leave with a small briefcase in his hand. Reaching the door of the living room, he reached out and gripped the handle of the security door. He turned right — strange, why couldn't he turn? Was the lock broken?

Rum tried a few more times, but the lock wouldn't budge. He bent down and examined the lock carefully. To his surprise, the door had been locked from the outside! How could she be locked up? Didn't Manting know she was still at home? Rum had his own key, but the locked door could only be opened from the outside. A drop of sweat the size of a bean dripped down from Rangmu's forehead. Many thoughts flashed across Rangmu's mind, but they were all rejected by him one by one.

As the seconds ticked by, the bright sunlight shone through the curtains. Yes, the window! Lang Mu happily opened the curtain and was surprised to find that Zhang Manting was standing outside the window. Separated by the vertical alloy window railings, he saw Zhang Manting's cold eyes and a grave expression.

"Manting, why are you there?" Rangmu was shocked by that gaze. "Why did you lock the door? Open the door!"

"Open the door? "You wish!" The sweet and meek Zhang Manting of the past had suddenly transformed into a cold and angry little beast. "Langmu, stay at home today. I won't let you go anywhere!"

After saying that, Zhang Manting took a few deep breaths. She resolutely turned around and placed her hands on her chest, as if she was a watchman.

Damn, did she know something? Langmu's heart immediately became heavy and heavy. He was anxious and anxious, but his face was full of ignorance and sadness. "Manting, what's going on? Did I do something wrong? Why did you lock me in? "

Silence. The one who replied was a resolute figure in the back.

"Manting, are you talking?" Langmu was truly flustered, his voice also became louder, "What exactly do you mean? Why did you keep me at home? "Let me out, let me out! I still have some important matters to attend to, hurry up and let me out!"

Langmu continued to roar until his voice turned hoarse and his face flushed red. However, throughout the process, Zhang Manting did not respond. She stood there silently, looking like a statue.

After an unknown period of time, Lang Mu had already given up shouting. His hands were clenched into fists, and his nails were almost sunk into his flesh. His eyes were red, his features ferocious, his spirit on the verge of collapse: no, he was going out, he was going out. At this moment, Zhang Manting's statue-like body quietly loosened up. She uncomfortably twisted her waist and moved her thighs. She was anxious to go to the toilet.

Damn it, how could he have forgotten about that? He was a human and wanted to eat and drink. How could he stand guard here? What if he took the opportunity to slip away?

The pain from having her bladder swelled up again and again. Zhang Manting furrowed her brows in distress. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't possibly be incontinent in front of so many people, could she? There was a public toilet nearby. She had only gone there for a short period of time. No matter how crafty Langmu was, it was impossible for her to think of a way to escape in a short period of time, right? Thinking of this, Zhang Manting looked back at Langmu with worry, and then left impressively.

She walked quickly, and in the blink of an eye, she was out of Rangmu's sight.

Why did he leave? He's not monitoring me anymore? No, she must have only gone out for a short while. That's great, I can make use of this opportunity … Rangmu threw himself at the window and shouted, "Help! Help! Is there anyone here?"

Outside the window were stone roads constructed in the district. From time to time, there would be people from the district passing by. Lang Mu had only cried out a few times when a passing middle-aged man stuck his head in their direction.

It was a slightly plump uncle, wearing a white undershirt and flowery underpants. On his feet was a pair of flip-flops, with a round face and small eyes. He looked very simple and honest. Lang Mu was overjoyed, and his expression turned increasingly sad and anxious.

"Uncle, help me!" Rum held out a hand to the uncle by the window, holding a key and shaking it vigorously.

"Young man, what happened to you?"

"Ai, I'm not afraid of your jokes. In the morning, my girlfriend and I quarreled. She ran away from home in a fit of rage and even locked me in her place. I want to go out quickly and find her!" "I have a key here, Uncle. Please open the door for me and let me out!"

"What a sin! Why do young couples these days love to quarrel so much? Do whatever you want to them to do!" The uncle shook his head and took the key from Rangmu.

With a creak, the door opened. The middle-aged uncle pushed open the door and entered the living room.

"Young man, here's your key — you, what do you want to do... "Ahhh!"

Rangmu's eyes were flashing red. His facial features were twisted together. He grabbed the middle-aged uncle's arm and pulled him over. Amidst Uncle's terrified screams, he pierced something into Uncle's stomach and quickly pulled it away.

Ah!" The old man cried out in pain, and then his body collapsed limply to the ground. There was something small and alive in the place where it had been stabbed. Wherever it went, there was a burning pain. He felt it pierce through the flesh of his abdomen and enter his abdominal cavity. A tearing pain hit him, and he almost fainted …

"Hahahaha …" Looking at the uncle who was struggling and twitching on the ground, Langmu's face revealed a happy smile as if he had succeeded in his conspiracy.