Third floor.
I looked at Old Zhang's door in front of me.
I wondered if Old Zhang has left his room?
What kind of unsophisticated way did he choose to dispose of the body?
Put it in a suitcase?
In a bag?
Cook it?
Blender?
And if he had left, when would he be back?
At the end of the day, he would have to come back. He wouldn't want the rampaging Mr. Wang to put the blame on him again if he was gone for the night. As long as he didn't take off to somewhere far away, I could include him in my script.
Suddenly, fate dealt me a good card.
Right when Guo Li passed his own room, Old Zhang's door creaked open and out came a shocked and pale face.
That's the guilt-consumed Old Zhang.
The strung-up Guo Li stopped in his path immediately, the somewhat at loss Bo Yan almost bumped into Guo Li's shoulder, but he was able kept the bags tightly gripped in his hands.
"Oh? Mr. Zhang is still awake?"
Guo Li's voice was short of natural, it contradicted the hospitable look on his face.
"Hrm, yeah, going to get some beer."
Old Zhang's voice was even more coarse, the surprised look on his face did nothing to cover up his anxiety.
Bo Yan, winner of the idiot competition, couldn't come up with anything to say, making the atmosphere very awkward.
I noticed that Old Zhang also had a big black garbage bag by his feet. It looked very heavy.
Ay, this guy was slow and non-creative. I found him quite disappointing.
"Old Zhang, taking out the garbage?" I asked.
"Yeah, too much clutter, thought I'd do some organizing. Figured I'd toss it into the large dumpster in the back alley next door while I am on my way to pick up some beer." He was looking more unnatural."
I knew that Old Zhang appeared unnatural because he killed little miss Wang, but since Guo Li and Bo Yan were equally anxious, they would only think whether Old Zhang was suspicious of them.
"Oh, what a coincident. We were on our way to take out the garbage as well. Why don't we take yours too while we are at it?" I laughed, purposefully making him more nervous.
Old Zhang's left leg was shaking.
"Naw.... I can't trouble you like that."
His leg was shaking so much now even Guo Li noticed it.
"We are happy to help, just give it to us." said Guo Li in a hearty manner, but his leg was shaking too, as though was powered by Energizer battery.
The two looked at each other awkwardly.
If Old Zhang really went to us to take out his garbage, we would also have to toss the pieces of Ling Hu into the dumpsters to avoid him getting suspicious. If that's the case, chances are the body will be picked out by strayed cats or dogs. That would be worse than dumping the body in a shallow grave.
Old Zhang had the same conflicting thought. He couldn't just dispose of little miss Zhang into a dumpster.
"C'mon, I mean it," Guo Li put down one of his bags and reached out to take Old Zhang's bag from him.
Old Zhang blocked Guo Li's hand with his quick response, but his line of sight moved to the side, and landed on the pale Bo Yan.
"Yeah, we can take it out for you," Bo Yan felt very uncomfortable under Old Zhang's stare.
Old Zhang didn't say anything.
His look lingered on Bo Yan; it was full of strong and silent scrutiny.
The pressure he went through to take care of the body alone was far different than what we wen through with the three of us.
The lack of thorough planning, the great time constraint, the pressure of being caught, you could tell these had done a number on him by the red veins in his eyes.
Bo Yan started to tremble under his gaze.
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