Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 36 Interrogation

Nine o'clock at night, at the construction site.

Zhou Gangxun, who was on night watch, stood outside the temporary rest room prepared by the developer and smoked.

The construction site was deserted in the dead of night, dark and gloomy. The few lights that had been there had been turned off as the workers finished their shifts, leaving only rows of dark, empty buildings with missing windows, like holes poked in tombstones.

This makes what would have been a high-end residential community look more like an enlarged cemetery for the living.

The empty parking lot directly opposite him was buffeted by the wind, its empty shell seeming to cry out in agony.

As Zhou Gangxun was looking, his gaze paused as an arm reached out from the shadows of the underground parking lot.

It was very white, almost grayish white.

Judging by its size, it's the arm of a seven or eight-year-old child, and only an arm.

It grabbed a handful of raw rice from the bowl with burning incense sticks placed at the exit and then shrank back inside.

Zhou Gangxun didn't look away, exhaled the smoke from his mouth, and stepped over.

My calf was suddenly bumped by something.

He looked down and saw a boy of about seven or eight years old. He had a very thin face, with skin clinging tightly to his bones. His eye sockets were sunken and dark, without any eyeballs or pupils.

It bit down on two pale hands, swallowing them all the way down to the wrists. The ends of the wrists were covered in dried, dark red bloodstains and irregular teeth, as if... they had been eaten.

Zhou Gangxun frowned slightly. A person? Obviously, it couldn't be that anymore.

In the port city, people believe in feng shui, the Four Pillars of Destiny, and various practices like "living graves" to ward off evil spirits, raising ghost children to cast spells, and the "Five Ghosts Transporting Wealth"...

He has seen and heard a lot over the years, and has a general understanding of the situation.

For a living person to see a ghost, it's either because the place is too yin, so yin that it overwhelms the yang energy of the living person.

Either... he's dying.

Or, both.

Almost at the same time Zhou Gangxun made up his mind, a creaking sound suddenly came from the empty construction site, as if something had come loose.

Immediately afterwards, several people appeared in front of him. "Is that Zhou Gangxun?"

"We are police officers." Liang Youwei said, showing Zhou Gangxun his police ID and gesturing for him to come closer. "We suspect you are involved in a case and need your cooperation. Please come with us..."

Police. Zhou Gangxun looked down; the thing at his feet was gone.

It seems they've found out about Wang Fucai.

He walked over, but his mind was inappropriately focused on his wife, Ruan Zhijuan.

I'm wondering if he's eating something in that little mouth right now, and I want to shut him up... then sew myself together with him, so he can eat his fill, you slut...

With a "bang," a steel bar fell from the tenth floor and pierced Zhou Gangxun's position at an angle.

To be precise, it's the position he's about to reach.

But because he was "wife-brained" and his mind was wandering to his slutty wife, Zhou Gangxun paused for a second.

The loud noise and the unexpected event startled the group of people who were also heading towards Zhou Gangxun. They all stopped in their tracks and stood guard. Ah Yi, who was next to Liang Youwei, almost reflexively drew his gun directly at the steel bar.

As Zhou Gangxun stared at the steel bar that was almost grazing his nose, his muscles tensed, his blood boiled and surged into his brain, and he heard a buzzing sound in his ears.

It was so close.

If he hadn't been a fraction of a second slower, he would have been pierced through by that steel bar and turned into a string of bloody candied hawthorns.

Zhou Gangxun slowly raised his eyes to look at the group, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What did you just say...?"

Liang Youwei was then pulled out of his shock and turned to Zhou Gangxun, saying, "There's a case that needs your cooperation."

He frowned, looking warily at the steel bar, a vague unease stirring within him.

A-Yi stepped forward to check the depth of the steel bar, then looked up at the dark building, his heart pounding. "From which floor did it fall? It's so deep. Was someone throwing javelins from upstairs?"

"Your construction site is really unsafe, with steel bars falling at night... You saw that just now, right? It almost hit you."

Security Question?

Zhou Gangxun glanced at the steel bar, then took a step forward. "Let's go."

He calmly followed the police out of the construction site, his mind filled with the novel's account of how, after going bankrupt, he had an accident at the construction site that left him paralyzed from the waist down.

"During construction, the wooden scaffolding beneath his feet broke, and he fell from the building at the construction site—"

"The workers only heard a loud thud, and then saw Zhou Gangxun fall heavily to the ground—"

"And the safety rope used during construction broke—"

So he, a living, breathing person, fell like a kite with a broken string.

He had inspected the safety rope before; given its thickness and material, it couldn't possibly break easily.

After Zhou Gangxun left, the construction site returned to its previous desolation, but it was no longer empty.

However, many more "people" appeared on the ground. These pale, skeletal "people" crawled around like spiders, dragging their bodies here and there.

They were all like that child ghost, with their bodies incomplete, missing arms and legs, or eyes and ears... turning into black and red hollows.

……

Police station, interrogation room.

Zhou Gangxun sat in the center of the wooden chair with a backrest, while Liang Youwei and Ye Yongzhao sat at the other end of the interrogation table. They asked, "Where were you last night, between midnight and 1 a.m.? What were you doing?"

"At the market, I'm buying chicken. My wife wants chicken soup," Zhou Gangxun said, glancing at the spot on his wrist where he usually wears his watch; it was empty there now.

"What time is it now?"

Ye Yongzhao glanced at Zhou Gangxun, "Ten o'clock. If you answer truthfully and cooperate actively, you might be able to go back earlier."

It's 10 o'clock.

Zhou Gangxun cracked his knuckles, then suddenly laughed. "Is it about Wang Fucai?"

Liang Youwei continued, "Tonight, the city management maintenance team discovered a body while repairing a sewer well. After identity verification, it was found to be Wang Fucai, the foreman of the Chengxi Construction Team. What was your relationship with the deceased?"

Zhou Gangxun leaned forward slightly, his lowered eyelashes lifted, and a faint but persistent pressure lingered between his brows and eyes. "You were able to find me, so there must be surveillance cameras nearby?"

It's like giving an obvious answer.

He slowly recalled, "Was it a 24-hour ATM at that bank?"

"Didn't the surveillance camera capture that?" Zhou Gangxun leaned back, his right leg crossed over his left, his knuckles lightly knuckled on the armrest. "From the beginning to the end of the incident, I was a bystander."

He looked at Ye and Liang across from him, a cold smile curving his lips. "Legally, if an ordinary passerby happens to witness someone accidentally fall into a manhole or into the water, they have no connection or obligation to the incident. Simply watching someone die does not constitute a crime."

"Besides, it was raining heavily that day."

The rain was heavy, which meant many things, the simplest of which was that he couldn't see clearly.

Even after Wang Fucai died, he still didn't realize that there was a dead person at the bottom of the well.

What a coincidence, he's his slutty wife's lover.

(This story is actually based on a preordained destiny. Because Ruan Zhijuan reported the case, Zhou Gangxun was taken away at this time today, which is equivalent to saving his life.)