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"Hui, Hui..."

Fang Weiguo, who had just gotten up to drink water, stared intently at his front door as if he had discovered something unbelievable. His face showed shock, and he hurriedly walked towards the bedroom, calling out as he went.

"What are you babbling about so early in the morning?"

Pan Hui turned over in bed.

"come out faster!"

Fang Weiguo pushed open the half-closed bedroom door, looking rather nervous, "Take a look, our door..."

"What happened to the door?"

Pan Hui was baffled. She could only lift the covers, get up, put on her slippers, and yawn as she walked out of the bedroom.

"look!"

When she finally saw her own front door, her expression changed dramatically.

immediately.

She couldn't help but raise her hand and rub her eyes, wondering if she was seeing things.

"What's going on... Am I dreaming?"

She looked at her husband with a confused expression.

"What a dream!"

Fang Weiguo calmed down slightly, but his astonishment remained. "How did our door change?"

That's right.

Wake up.

The front door of my house has changed! It has been transformed from an ordinary wooden door into a security door made of composite materials!
Anyone would be stunned in this situation.

"Could it be aliens?"

Fang Weiguo murmured.

Pan Hui slapped him, "Where did this alien come from? Are you still half asleep?"

Fang Weiguo pointed to the gate that had seemingly appeared out of thin air, "Then this..."

Pan Hui couldn't explain it either, and was equally confused. She pulled her pajamas tighter and said, "Go ask Qingqing."

She immediately went to her daughter's room.

"Knock knock, knock knock... Qingqing..."

The door opens.

Fang Qing was wearing a two-piece pajama set in a refreshing sky blue color. Her long, smooth hair was neat and shiny black, and her eyes were still sleepy, indicating that she had just been woken up.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Pan Hui turned her head and gestured towards the door with her eyes, "What's wrong with our door?"

Fang Qing looked over and saw a reaction different from her parents', or rather, no reaction at all. She explained casually, "I changed it."

Case solved.

Really.

Where did this weird alien come from?

When did you change it?

Fang Weiguo walked over.

"Last night."

It seemed she had returned late yesterday and hadn't slept well. Fang Qing gave a brief explanation and then said, "I need to sleep a little longer."

After saying that, she closed the door again, leaving her parents outside, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Did you change it last night?

Who would choose to replace their door in the dead of night?

and also.

Very good.

Why change the door?
Although they learned that it was their daughter's handiwork, the elderly couple were still full of confusion. After exchanging glances, Fang Weiguo walked to the new door and touched it.

Don't say it.

It is indeed much better than the previous wooden door in terms of quality, sturdy and reliable, and gives a great sense of security.

To see if it worked, he pushed the door open, and immediately, the pungent smell that was still strong after a night hit him. Fang Weiguo instinctively frowned, and then he saw the half-dry paint stains on his door, like dark red blood, extending down the stairs from his door.

Fang Weiguo was stunned for a moment, then slammed the door shut and quickly walked to his daughter's room.

"Bang bang bang... Fang Qing, come out here!"

"What are you doing! Be quiet! You're breaking the door!" Pan Hui was still in the dark.

The bedroom door opened again.

Fang Qing looked helpless. "Can we talk about it later?"

"No."

Fang Weiguo pointed to the gate and asked seriously, "What exactly happened?"

"Didn't I already say that?"

Qinggege said calmly, "Jiang Chen's new door looks nice, so I changed mine too. My door has been used for almost ten years, right? It's time to replace it too."

There is indeed some competition and comparison among neighbors.

The main gate is where comparisons are most likely to occur.

In some extreme places, neighbors are not allowed to have doors that are bigger or taller than their own.

"Why didn't you go to pick up Fu Zili yesterday? Didn't you go out for dinner? Why did you have to change doors so late?"

Pan Hui couldn't help but ask.

"Don't listen to her nonsense."

Fang Weiguo decisively exposed his daughter's illogical and flawed lies: "If you want to change the door, then change the door. But what's with the paint on the outside? It's dripping everywhere."

"paint?"

Pan Hui was surprised.

"They probably spilled the paint when they were replacing the door."

Princess Qing is indeed not good at lying.

This is something she shouldn't be doing; it should be handled by the guy on the other side.

"The paint was spilled? This is a finished door, why would it need to be painted? Your dad may not be highly educated, but he's not stupid."

Hearing her husband's words, Pan Hui also sensed something was wrong and quickly asked, "Qingqing, what's going on? Why is there still paint?"

Six eyes facing each other.

The atmosphere became tense.

The scene changes.

Comrade Jiang Chen has been invited over.

Pan Hui had already seen the paint on the outside; it was terrifying, like blood, and the contaminated area was vast, even the stairwell was covered in it. The key point was that it probably couldn't be completely removed.

It's alright during the day, but if you're not prepared and suddenly see it at night, you'll be startled. If you accidentally miss a step or fall on the stairs, then the problem becomes serious.

"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan, actually..."

Jiang Chen was very helpless. It wasn't that he hadn't rested well. It was almost nine o'clock. Seven or eight hours was enough for a healthy adult to get normal sleep. It was just that Qing Gege's lie was too clumsy, leaving him very little room to maneuver.

If he had to handle everything himself, he could smooth things over, but there was no way. He couldn't possibly sneak into the Fang family's house last night and relive his old dream with Qing Gege... oops... share a bed with her, could he?

Fang Weiguo leisurely sipped his white tea, spitting out the tea leaves, "No rush, take your time weaving."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Jiang Chen glanced at Qing Gege, giving her a helpless look, and then sighed.

"Alright, Uncle Fang, then I'll tell you the truth."

"You don't have to tell the truth. If you can fool me and your Aunt Pan, that's your skill."

Jiang Chen smiled bitterly.

"Actually, Fang Qing lied because she didn't want you to worry."

"We're worried because you don't tell us."

Pan Hui said, "Your Uncle Fang and I are both so old, what is there that we can't accept? Jiang Chen, just tell the truth, what exactly happened with the door and the paint? What happened last night?"

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Last night, Fang Qing and I went to Fu Zili's place, and then we went to Tie Jun's place for drinks. When we came back, it was almost midnight. When we went upstairs, we smelled a strong paint odor. When we got to the door, we found that... paint had been splashed on the door."

"how come……"

Pan Hui found it hard to believe and couldn't accept it.

Paint-splashing incidents are common in movies, TV shows, and news reports, but how could it happen to their family?
She and her husband, Fang Weiguo, have always been kind to others and have never argued with anyone.

"Could it be that they splashed the wrong person...?" Pan Hui's reaction was quite humorous.

"Mom, I don't think there's any mistake in this kind of thing."

Fang Weiguo remained calm, displaying the demeanor of a head of household. After learning the truth, he silently sipped his tea, lost in thought.

"Who could it be? Who's so despicable?"

“Aunt Pan, instead of thinking about who did it, you should think about whether you have offended anyone recently or had any conflicts with anyone.”

"No, you know how temperamental Uncle Fang is. He never argues with anyone."

"When you buy groceries, do you haggle too hard?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Fang Weiguo laughed. Of course, he knew that the child was deliberately trying to lighten the mood.

"You little rascal. Your Aunt Pan never takes advantage of anyone, but she often runs into unscrupulous merchants who cheat you out of your weight. When I try to reason with them, she stops me, saying that suffering a loss is a blessing. But look at this, is suffering a blessing? It's clearly a case of being kind and being taken advantage of."

"Does Uncle Fang have someone he suspects?"

Fang Weiguo paused, then shook his head.

"not yet."

Although they may not have the same level of education and achievements as the children, they have lived more than half their lives and certainly have some shrewdness and intelligence.

The purpose of splashing paint is obvious.

It's either a threat or intimidation.

Besides demolition teams, loan sharks are the most frequent users of this method.

But after thinking it over, he realized that he had absolutely no connection with these criminal gangs.

The Third Construction Company compound is indeed slated for demolition, but there are no disputes whatsoever.

As for usury, that's simply out of the question.

In the past, life was tough, but Fang Weiguo could swear to God that he had never borrowed money from anyone, not even relatives or friends, let alone high-interest loans.

A person can be poor, but must have backbone.

Once my daughter grows up and graduates, there will be absolutely no need to borrow money anymore.

If anyone needs to borrow money, it's someone else who comes to him.

So after thinking it over, Fang Weiguo had absolutely no clue who would do such a thing.

"How about calling the police?"

Pan Hui suggested.

"If you need anything, go to Comrade Mao"—this is the common people's path dependency.

"Why call the police? Do you want everyone to know about this?"

Fang Weiguo immediately objected, saying that no matter who did it or what the reason was, being splashed with paint is never a good thing.

"But what can we do if we don't call the police? They've already splashed it once, who knows if they'll do it again?"

Pan Hui's concerns were not unfounded. It's not the theft itself that's worrisome, but the fact that the thief has his eye on it. The root of the problem needs to be addressed; we can't keep replacing doors all the time, can we?

"What's the use of calling the police? There are no security cameras in the yard, it's a waste of time. If you don't believe me, ask Qingqing if the police are omnipotent."

Pan Hui was speechless.

Having worked as a truck driver before, Fang Weiguo had seen his share of things. One of the most important lessons he learned upon entering society was how to call the police.

I remember when I used to drive on the highway, gas thieves would steal my fuel all the time. It was really impossible to prevent. Should I call the police?

Every single time, it ended without any resolution or resolution.

"Aunt Pan, Uncle Fang, do you know anyone who can drive a coffin truck?"

"A coffin truck?"

Pan Hui was astonished.

It's getting more and more eerie and terrifying.

He was referring to a domestically produced new energy commercial vehicle.

Fang Qing added that as a legal professional, she must abide by professional ethics and cannot address someone by their first name, otherwise it would be suspected of infringing on the manufacturer's reputation.

"You mean the LX model, right?"

Fang Weiguo immediately understood. Having driven for decades, he still paid close attention to the automotive industry.

As a veteran driver with decades of experience, he admires that someone could design a car like that, regardless of performance or aesthetics.

It can only be said that the current era is incredibly inclusive.

"Yes, when Fang Qing and I came back last night, we saw a car just leaving."

Fang Weiguo narrowed his eyes, reacting quickly, "That car costs several hundred thousand yuan, most people can't afford it. We don't have one in our compound either."

"Did you see the license plate on that car?"

He asked immediately.

"Did not notice."

"Didn't you get out of the car and look around for a long time?"

At this point, Qinggege believed that he didn't get off the bus to use the restroom.

"When I got out of the car, it was almost at the gate of the yard. There were no lights, so I couldn't see anything."

"Could it have been that car that did it?"

Jiang Chen nodded. "When we went upstairs, the paint was still running, which means the perpetrator had just left not long ago, so it's very likely that it was that car."

"But we've never seen a coffin truck before..."

Pan Hui felt lost and confused.

"dad?"

Fang Qing looked at her father.

Fang Weiguo shook his head silently.

"fine."

Jiang Chen chuckled, "There's someone who should be able to help."

"Who?"

The Fang family members immediately turned their attention to this.

"Fu Zili".

The lack of surveillance footage and the inability to clearly see the license plate doesn't matter much, because that MPV isn't a Volkswagen; it's highly recognizable and rare, so there probably aren't many of those in Shacheng.

The fact that the real culprit behind the scenes is not Ma Hu, but rather demonstrates his arrogance and fearlessness.

There is a white path and a black path.

Finding a car shouldn't be too difficult for Fu Zili, given his influence in Shacheng.

What's more, the other party is so "ostentatious".

Jiang Chen was a little curious whether his hometown, which used to be known as "Bandit City," still lived up to its former glory in secret.

"Yes, Fu Zili is so influential in Shacheng, he can most likely find that car."

Fang Weiguo quickly said, "Qingqing, call Fu Zili right away and ask him for help."

"I'll fight."

Who makes the call actually makes a difference, since it's a favor. But Jiang Chen didn't care about any of that, or rather, he didn't consider himself an outsider at all. Sitting in the Fang family's house, in front of the Fang family, he dialed Fu Zili's cell phone.

If you're a family, it really doesn't matter who makes the call or who owes the favor.

"So early? I thought you guys would sleep until noon..."

Fu Zili, who had just come out yesterday, sounded refreshed and quickly adjusted his state. "Did you invite me to breakfast? At Fatty's Noodle Shop?"

"Help me check a car."

Fu Zili paused, then his tone changed immediately, "What car?"

"LX's coffin-shaped car, space gray. It should have a local license plate from Shacheng."

Fu Zili jotted down the rough information, but didn't ask any further questions about anything else.

"I'll send someone to investigate immediately. This car is very rare in Shacheng, so we should have results soon."

"Yeah. Thanks."

"What are you talking about?"

After a brief chat, the call ended.

That end.

Fu Zili, who declined his younger brother's invitation and chose to spend the first night alone after leaving home, grinned gloomily. With his experience and knowledge, he didn't need to inquire about the specifics of what had happened.

He was holding his phone.

"Damn, they're making a fortune by raising a coffin!" (End of Chapter)