stjorthotic Chapter 42 was so tragic!
Chapter 42 was so tragic!
After getting off work, Chen Shi was lying in bed waiting for his takeout when there was a knock on the door.
He peeked through the peephole and saw a fat man carrying a plastic bag in his left hand and a basket of beer in his right.
Chen Shi opened the door: "Fatty, it's so late and you're still not home. I've noticed that your wife has been too lenient with you lately."
Fatty: "I told her I came here, it's nothing."
After the fat man sat down, he took out a paper package from the plastic bag, opened it to find some braised food, and then took out a few bottles of Green Shore beer from the basket, opened them, and handed them to Chen Shi.
Chen Shi glanced at the beer, took it, and suddenly asked, "Fatty, why do you think people have to work overtime?"
The fat man was stunned for a moment.
Chen Shi explained, "You see, we've been working overtime every day lately, investigating cases until we're dizzy and exhausted. When we get home, we just collapse into bed and sleep, then get up the next day to continue investigating. What's the difference between this and being in jail? In jail, you don't have to investigate cases."
The fat man scratched his head: "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"I want to ask for leave, but I don't dare to tell my team leader."
"Why? If your body really can't handle it, the team leader should agree, right?"
Chen Shi nodded: "Fatty, you mean that shapeshifting killer? Can he even change his clothes, or does he have to wear different clothes every time? That must cost a lot of money, right?"
The fat man was silent for a while, then said that the question you were thinking about was quite unique.
Chen Shi: "It's alright. I've been like this since I was a child. My mind can't stay still. Whenever I'm idle, I start thinking about all sorts of things. My mom says it's attention deficit, but I think it's a special talent."
The fat man put the beer bottle on the table: "Why are you telling me all this?"
Chen Shi turned to look at the fat man seriously: "You know, you've already tried your best."
As he spoke, he picked up the bottle of beer: "Green Shore? Fatty told me that even dogs don't drink this brand of beer."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the door was kicked open, and a fat man who looked exactly like him stood in the doorway.
The fat man sitting on the sofa suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the window, only to be hit on the butt by a beer bottle from Chen Shi. Despite the pain, the fake fat man jumped out of the window. Pang Daqiang rushed over and peered through the window, but the man was already gone.
He turned back and glanced down at the Green Shore Beer on the coffee table. "Why is this guy bringing swill here?"
"He's not putting his heart into acting. I guess he followed you for a few days and then became like you. I knew something was wrong as soon as he came in. I've never seen such a polite fat guy in my life."
"What do you mean?"
"When have you ever brought food or drinks to my place? Let alone this kind of wine."
The fat man chuckled: "Luckily, I live close to you. I saw your text message and came over. You've got guts these days. What if this madman had attacked you?"
"It's nothing. I was just teasing him earlier. I bet after we finished talking, he thinks I've lost my mind."
Chen Shi took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator. The two brothers drank for a while before the fat man said he was really going back, otherwise his wife wouldn't let him in.
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The fat man got home at 11 p.m.
"You're back." The plump woman stood up from the sofa, smiled at him, and said, "There's still soup in the pot, go get some for yourself."
The fat man took off his coat and handed it to her. "Xiaomin, you stay at home all day and don't even bother to clean. Hurry up and put away the cups on the coffee table, mop the floor, and change the trash bag in the toilet."
"Okay." The plump woman rolled up her sleeves and went to collect the cups.
The fat man leaned back on the sofa, squinting. "When you mop the floor, mop under the sofa too. It hasn't been moved in six months; the dust is probably half an inch thick. You can't move it by yourself, can you? If you can't, then move it slowly."
The plump woman bent down to push the sofa, and the sofa leg scraped against the floor with a dull thud.
The fat man put his feet on the coffee table and said, "After you mop the floor, take the range hood filter off and wash it. It's full of grease. After you've taken it off and washed it, put it back on, but don't put it on backwards."
"Okay." After pushing the sofa away, the fat woman's forehead was already covered in sweat.
"Oh, right, the old washing machine on the balcony is broken. Take it apart and see if you can fix it. If you can't, carry it downstairs and take it to the scrap yard to sell. Go now, and come back to clean the toilet after you're done."
The plump woman stopped, turned around, and walked towards the balcony.
"Wait a minute," Pang Daqiang called out to her. "Don't rush downstairs after you've taken apart the washing machine. First, patch up that peeling wall in the house. There's putty powder in the left drawer of the TV cabinet. Apply a layer of putty, let it dry, and then paint it. While you're at it, wipe the windows too, inside and out. If you can't reach them, just reach out and wipe them. Don't be lazy and just rinse them with water."
The fat man looked at his busy sister-in-law and said, "Zhou Min, Zhou Min, you've finally met your match."
Unfortunately, it was ultimately a fake.
Then he yelled at his wife, "And another thing, you said you wanted to knit me a sweater. You have to wait for the walls to dry after you finish painting; that's enough time for you to knit two sleeves!"
The fat woman walked to the middle of the living room, clutching a wrench she had pulled out from the balcony cabinet.
The fat man leaned back on the sofa, tilting his head to look at her. "What's wrong?"
The fat woman threw down the wrench and reached behind her waist. By the time the fat man saw the knife, the tip was already stabbing towards his chest. With a clang, like hitting a metal plate, the tip bent.
The fat man reached out and grabbed the fat woman's neck.
The features on the fake fat woman's face began to fade away layer by layer, revealing a thin, long face and small eyes.
"When did you find it?" asked the fake fat woman.
The fat man slapped him across the face: "If you can't act well, don't try. Don't you know how to observe life? You don't even try to understand the character's personality, and you're just trying to act like this? Who are you insulting?"
The fake fat woman's cheeks immediately swelled up. The fat man squatted down, grabbed her by the collar, and lifted her up: "You think acting is just about changing your face? You don't memorize your lines, you don't practice your movements, you don't write your character's biography, what kind of acting are you?"
Suddenly, the fat man seemed to remember something terrible: "You bastard, tell me, what did you do to my wife?"
A fierce glint appeared on the man's face, but it was quickly dispelled by the fat man's slap.
The fat man acted like a psychopath, hitting him while simultaneously asking him questions.
The man tried to speak several times, but was interrupted by a slap.
Just then, the door opened, and Chang Biao and Su Xiaohe rushed in. Chang Biao first stopped the fat man's violence. The man cried and said that the fat woman was in the closet in the study. After learning the fat woman's whereabouts, Chang Biao took over from the fat man and continued to beat her. Su Xiaohe rushed into the bedroom and opened the closet. The fat woman was tied up inside, with a towel stuffed in her mouth.
Chang Biao and Fatty have two different styles of beating people. Fatty just hits hard, like a gangster boss beating someone, nothing special. But Chang Biao is completely different. He comforts you while beating you, which most people can't stand.
"Hey, don't dodge, I'm going to hit you here, five times."
After the fat woman came out of the study, she ran to the kitchen without saying a word, grabbed a cleaver, thought for a moment, then changed to a spoon, walked straight up to the imposter, and smashed the spoon against his forehead. In just a short while, he was beaten three times.
But what he didn't know was that this was just the beginning.