Chapter 121

At this moment,

Officer Tan Qiao finally discovered something wrong.

Good guy!

On those restraint straps... there were actually patches of brown marks.

At first glance, one would think they were wear-and-tear marks.

After a careful inspection...

Tan Qiao was shocked to discover.

This is dried bloodstain!

And you still say this isn't a torture device!?

"It's like this."

"Sometimes my technique is a bit heavy."

"After all, some people being massaged can take more pressure, and if the technique is too light, they might not feel comfortable."

"So I accidentally leave some bloodstains."

Fang Hao gave an outrageous explanation with a serious face:

"As for the bloodstains on the back..."

"This is probably left over from scraping (Gua Sha)."

"To remove internal heat."

Tan Qiao was shocked.

He stared at Fang Hao in front of him with round eyes.

Shocked by the explanation Fang Hao gave.

Hand pressure... too light?

You're probably pressing them to death!?

Whose hand pressure would be so heavy that it draws blood.

And scraping (Gua Sha) would draw blood...

How rare!

Who said that!?

Whose internal heat could be so high?

Red Boy?

At the scene,

Fang Hao looked at the two of them quite sincerely.

The expressions of Tan Sir and the cameraman,

were all taken in by him.

At this moment, on his face...

a helpless and innocent expression appeared.

"Sigh..."

"Why do you always not believe me?"

"As a good person in the absolute kind camp, I would never harm anyone."

"I haven't even seen the Song Zu you are talking about."

"Let alone the matter of me wanting to find him for revenge."

"Let's just say I'm at least a familiar face on the internet."

"If I really had kidnapped Song Zu, I would definitely have left quite a few traces!"

"Your questioning really makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"I didn't expect... that you would see me this way."

"That you would treat me... as a murderer."

Fang Hao said, letting out a deep sigh.

A thick sense of disappointment and loss appeared on his face.

Across the screen,

the audience could feel Fang Hao's helplessness and inner grievance.

These words of his,

instead left Tan Sir and the cameraman on the side at a loss.

At this moment, Officer Tan Qiao swallowed his saliva awkwardly.

Some apologies appeared on his face.

Recalling the things Fang Hao said,

Hiss—

It seems that's really the case!

It seems that from the moment he saw that pool of blood,

he had been suspecting Fang Hao's ill intentions from the very beginning.

And during this period of time,

it wasn't the first or second time Fang Hao had been misunderstood.

It seems... could it be...

that we really thought too much!?

Looking at the helpless Fang Hao,

he opened his mouth awkwardly, and said with guilt:

"Actually..."

Before he could finish speaking,

a sudden movement

directly interrupted Officer Tan Qiao's apology.

Just on the basement ceiling not far from the three of them,

a giant object pressing on the basement ceiling suddenly fell from above.

Under the dim light,

Tan Qiao and the audience could vaguely see.

That seemed to be a long object.

And it wasn't hard.

It was also wearing a layer of clothing on the outside.

And it was also wearing shoes...

When they slowly recognized the true appearance of that object,

Officer Tan Qiao was stunned.

"Fang Hao..."

"You..."

"You say you are innocent?"

"Why is there a leg in your basement?"

Deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

The entire livestream's barrage,

also stagnated for a short time at this moment.

Hundreds of thousands of viewers in the livestream were stunned.

They were...

dumbfounded!

In Fang Hao's basement...

a leg actually fell out!?

That is a human leg!?

[Holy crap! What did Fang Hao do!]

[Are you crazy! Oh my God!]

[Song Zu—Song Zu's leg was broken alive by Fang Hao!?]

[My god... as expected of Fang Hao, what a ruthless heart!]

[The boss who came out of Heishan, no matter how much he belongs to the kind camp, he is not to be trifled with!]

(daeb)

[My god! A living human leg was broken just like that!?]

[It's over! This wave will definitely confirm Fang Hao's guilt!]

[Big brother is confused! Why did you break Song Zu's leg!]

[His previous performance... Fang Hao is truly ruthless! Hiding a broken leg at home, and still being so calm!?]

After the livestream was silent for a few seconds,

it erupted with the densest barrage in history.

The scene in front of them was too shocking.

Not only did Fang Hao capture Song Zu and illegally imprison him...

but he also broke his leg alive!?

And hid it in the basement!?

Recalling the weak cries for help from the basement not long ago,

everyone felt their scalps tingling even more.

What is called cruelty!?

God...

is the price of provoking Fang Hao too cruel?

At the scene,

Officer Tan Qiao was horrified.

Besides fear,

the only thought in his mind was regret...

Am I bored?

Why did I keep questioning Fang Hao when I knew there was something weird?

Now it's a mess.

Who can get off the stage?

And if things go wrong...

I'm afraid I'll have to explain myself here too.

Tan Sir's face was filled with confusion and terror.

He turned his head mechanically to look at Fang Hao.

His gaze was filled with thick fear.

"Fa... Fang Hao..."

"What is going on here?"

"That thing seems to be a..."

At the scene,

under the dim basement lights,

Fang Hao, with his back to the light, had half of his face hidden in the shadows.

His expression couldn't be seen at all.

This sense of mystery made Officer Tan Qiao's scalp tingle even more.

"Don't misunderstand, it's like this."

"As everyone knows, I am someone who practices massage."

"And if someone who practices massage wants to improve their technique... what do they need?"

"In the absence of a human body, I can only choose to make a model."

"As a masseur,"

"it is very reasonable and logical for me to have a model of a leg, right?"

Fang Hao looked at Tan Qiao in front of him quite earnestly.

As his face turned,

his face was finally exposed to the light.

In front of the camera,

it was still the familiar sincere expression, with a hint of a smile.

Full of affinity.

But this is outrageous!

Who the hell would dismantle massage practice props into individual limbs!?

And you hid it on the ceiling of the basement...

Don't you think there's something fishy about this?

Logical my ass!

And behind the camera,

the reckless cameraman asked a question.

Once again making the audience shudder.

"Props... shouldn't they be made of plastic?"

"Why does your prop have a fishy smell, and if you look closely..."

"it seems to have attracted flies."