Tomb Raider: The Fox's Ways to Seducing the Kirin

The next morning, Hei Xia Zi appeared downstairs of Cheng Ji's house on time.

It seemed as if Cheng Ji had sensed the arrival time of Hei Xia Zi long ago, and he came out of the house almost at the same time Hei Xia Zi appeared.

Cheng Ji looked at Hei Xia Zi who was walking over empty-handed, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said contemptuously: "No, Mr. Hei has become so frugal now, right? Walking over from the suburbs?"

Hei Xiazi smiled and spread his hands towards Cheng Ji: "There's nothing I can do. After you revoked my identity information last time, Master Cheng, I even lost my driver's license. During the last routine inspection, I was almost detained for driving without a license."

Cheng Ji looked at Hei Xia Zi who was taking advantage of every opportunity, and speechlessly threw the certificate he had been holding in his hand into Hei Xia Zi's hand.

"Your ID."

Hearing Cheng Ji's words, the smile on Hei Xia Zi's face became even bigger, almost covering most of his face: "Hey! Master Cheng is still thinking about me, a blind man, my good brother, I'm so touched. Come on, let's hug one while the mute is not here!"

Hearing this, Cheng Ji kicked Hei Xia Zi on the butt and said with a fake smile: "If you don't behave yourself, you will be an illegal resident for the rest of your life."

After that, as if he had thought of something, he sneered and added: "I remember that you have owed me that ten thousand dollars for decades, right? Even a close brother still wants to settle accounts. When are you going to pay me back?"

Just as Hei Xia Zi was about to take advantage of the opportunity, he was choked and shut up again by Cheng Ji's additional words.

"It's been sixty or seventy years, right? With the interest, one hundred million shouldn't be a problem. Our boss has a big family and a lot of money, so he probably won't care about this little money~"

For the first time, Hei Xiazi felt that his bad mouth had paid such a heavy price. He struggled to his death and said, "Master! We don't like usury nowadays. Your interest rate is increasing too fast!"

"I calculated this based on the normal interest rate. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

Hei Xiazi complained quickly: "Master, I only received one million this time, and I can't collect a lot of the balance. I don't have much income in a year. Please think about it..."

Before Hei Xia Zi finished his cry of injustice, Cheng Ji followed up with the second half of his sentence: "You can ask any questions you want, but it's my business whether to accept them or not. For example, I don't accept this question. I'll give you the keys, go drive."

"..."

"Nonsense goes up a million at a time."

"... I'll drive the car right away. Master Cheng, please wait in the shade. The blind man will be ready soon."

After saying that, he took the key from Cheng Ji's hand and turned around and trotted towards the underground parking lot, fearing that he would hear some shocking words from Cheng Ji at night, which would make his already not very wealthy life even worse.

Cheng Ji smiled when he saw Hei Xia Zi's fleeing back, and didn't care about it anymore. He walked forward to a place on the roadside where it was easier to park, and waited for Hei Xia Zi to drive over.

Cheng Ji got in the car and stopped arguing with Hei Xia Zi. Instead, he got straight to the point: "What exactly is the situation with that case? Have you seen it?"

Hei Xiazi nodded, and told Cheng Ji the fragments of information he knew in a rare serious manner: "That case seems a little strange to me. The footprints on it don't look right."

"Hmm? How do you say that?" Cheng Ji only knew that this happened, but he was not very familiar with the details of the matter. After all, this was a case that could make Hei Xiazi fall. It was definitely not a case of small fish and shrimp.

While waiting for the traffic light, Hei Xia Zi took out the photo of the case that he had been carrying in his pocket, handed it to Cheng Ji who was sitting in the passenger seat, and motioned for him to take a look at it himself.

Cheng Ji took it, looked at it carefully, and soon found a clue.

"This footprint doesn't look right."

Hei Xia Zi replied to Cheng Ji while driving: "Yes, this footprint looks like a woman's footprint, but the mark is very deep, not like a mark left by an ordinary woman."

"What if it's because you're overweight?" Cheng Ji proposed a seemingly reasonable assumption.

Every profession has its own expertise. Hei Xiazi's understanding of this aspect is much deeper than Cheng Ji's. After hearing Cheng Ji's idea, he shook his head slightly and explained to Cheng Ji: "If this print can only be made by carrying something on your back, it will produce such an effect. The center of gravity is different, so the point of force is naturally different, and the footprints printed on the ground will be different."

"And the thing he was carrying didn't look like something a normal girl could carry, not to mention it was five stories high. He carried it directly to the rooftop without even stopping to rest. It was too weird."

"How much do you estimate the weight of this thing he's carrying?"

"Two hundred to three hundred kilograms."

Cheng Ji nodded slightly to indicate that he already knew.

He leaned on the passenger seat and pondered for a while.

Then he said with certainty: "What she was carrying was neither a person nor an object."