Chapter 185 Duck Neck
Li Ang started the car and drove along the road.
It was late at night, and the community had fallen into silence. The old car Li Ang was driving was incompatible with the environment of the community. There were faint people watching from the second and third floors of some houses on both sides.
In high-end American communities, residents have a strong awareness of safety precautions. If neighbors see sneaky non-community residents on the street in the middle of the night, they will call the community office or even the local police station.
Li Ang didn't change his face, didn't let go of the accelerator, and continued to go straight, passed George Carter's house, and even drove out of this community.
Chai Cuiqiao asked curiously: "Eh? Are you not looking for that guy?"
Li Ang shook his head, "If you stop now, the residents in the community will call the police. Wait until I park the car outside."
He parked the vehicle on a street outside the community, got out of the vehicle, and sneaked back to the community in the dark with agility that didn't match his old appearance.
————
George Carter lay on the bed in the bedroom, drank a half glass of whiskey with scattered ice cubes floating in it, put the quilt on the bedside table, and read the detective books in his hand by the light.
He is an ordinary middle-aged man who works for the Frankfurt Police Department and is an excellent forensic doctor. The family is happy, the husband and wife are harmonious, and the son and daughter who have just entered elementary school are smart and cute. The family of four is a very standard white American middle-class family.
The only misfortune is probably that his wife, who runs a dental clinic, makes much more money than him...
Damn, obviously everyone is a doctor.
"clang"
On the first floor, there was the sound of pots and pans falling to the ground, followed by a sharp meowing.
Has a feral cat broken into the house?
George Carter frowned slightly, and listened to the outside ear, but heard nothing.
He put the books on the bedside table, and whispered in the ear of his sleeping wife beside him, "I'll go down to see what's going on, John may have opened the window in the backyard again."
John is his son's name.
The wife who was immersed in the dream gave a vague "hmm" and didn't wake up.
George Carter lifted the quilt carefully, put on the blue plush slippers placed beside the bed, took out a steel baseball bat from the gap between the closet and the wall, and pushed the door to go out.
The corridor was dark, and George Carter pressed the button to turn on the light and go downstairs.
He first walked around the bedroom of his son and daughter on the second floor, and helped them tuck their quilts before leaving the living room.
"Meow!"
The sharp meowing came from the kitchen again. George Carter shook his head, thinking in his heart that he must tell Little John not to open the door to the backyard tomorrow.
He walked into the kitchen, and by the moonlight he could see some knives and forks dropped on the floor, but he didn't see the cat.
Slap.
He turned on the light in the kitchen, wanting to see where the damned stray cat was.
"Meow~"
The cat's meow changed from the sharp and panic just now, and became lazy and idle, like a cat licking its own fur comfortably.
The only problem was that the source of the meow was just above George Carter's head.
The forensic doctor felt like he was falling into an ice cave, and a sense of extreme panic enveloped his heart—he could even hear the sound of blood vessels freezing.
He, like a rusty machine, raised his head slowly and looked overhead.
On the ceiling of the kitchen, there was a white woman in her fifties wearing loose red short-sleeves and jeans. With a wicked smile on her lips, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, looking towards George Carter like a ghost. Another meow came.
"Meow~"
! !
George Carter took a few steps back in horror, couldn't stand firmly on his feet, and fell to the ground.
Boom.
Li Ang let go of the palm that was holding the gap in the wall, and fell from the ceiling. His body turned slightly in mid-air, and like a tiger, he bent his limbs and fell to the ground.
George Carter was completely frightened and speechless. He is an experienced forensic doctor who has experienced countless battles and seen countless horror scenes, but there is an essential difference between a dead body and a living thing...
Li Ang crawled towards him unhurriedly, his limbs twisted back and forth like a spider, each limb seemed to have its own consciousness.
Coupled with that weird and ferocious smile, no matter how you look at it, it is more exciting than the scenes in horror movies.
Relying on a strong personal will, George Carter resisted the urge to incontinence. He desperately moved his limp limbs and moved backwards. At the same time, he took a deep breath and wanted to cry out, "Ah—"
However, Li Ang moved faster than him, rushed directly in front of him, and slapped him with a strange smile.
Snapped.
The applause was clear and sweet, extremely loud.
Covering his sore, swollen cheek, George Carter forgot for a moment to scream—not even his father had ever hit him!
"Hush,"
Li Ang stretched his neck, lowered his voice and said, "I was sent by your grandfather, you have to listen to me."
"??"
George Carter stared wide-eyed, gasped and said, "My grandpa died twenty years ago..."
Li Ang was taken aback, and immediately said with a gloomy face, "I am your grandfather's new wife."
George Carter said weakly: "But my grandpa likes men..."
"Huh?" Li Ang was stunned again, "Your grandfather likes men, so how did your father come here?"
The forensic doctor's voice became weaker, "Adopt..."
"...alright."
Li Ang rolled his eyes and put on a ferocious expression again, "Anyway, your grandpa was very happy when he heard that you wanted to be an astronaut since childhood. He sent me to feed you your favorite big mouth."
After all, Li Ang slapped George Carter several times with forehand and backhand, making his face red and swollen, Xia Fei's cheeks dizzy and dizzy.
"Now, I say, you listen."
Li Ang shook the forensic doctor who was about to pass out, "Understood?"
George Carter nodded subconsciously.
"very good."
Li Ang patted the forensic doctor's shoulder with satisfaction, took out a photo of Irene Raphael from his pocket, and handed it over, "Do you know this young lady?"
George Carter shook his head to refocus his eyes. Almost as soon as he saw the photo, he was struck by lightning, and his palm shook, causing the photo to fall to the ground.
"Sorry, sorry."
The forensic doctor was talking in a hurry, picked up the photo, pretended to look at it a few times, forcibly calmed down, and said to Li Ang, "Sorry, I don't know..."
Click.
Li Ang pinched his neck, his face was cold, "Brother, who are you acting with?"
George Carter was tightly clutched by Li Ang's neck, his face flushed, and he suffocated instantly. His fingers weakly clasped Li Ang's palm, and a difficult "hissing" sound came out of his throat.
"Let me ask you again, do you know her?"
Li Ang asked in a deep tone, but the forensic doctor was very stubborn and didn't say anything, just staring at him with red eyes.
"Yo, you're quite stubborn? Don't you want to say yes?"
Li Ang picked up a kitchen knife with a sneer, and gestured back and forth towards the forensic doctor's face, "Besides, believe it or not, I'll draw a nine-square grid on your pretty little face?"
His threat didn't work, the forensic doctor was loyal and unyielding, defying power, even if foaming from the corners of his mouth, he refused to give in to Li Ang.
After a few seconds, Li Ang suddenly realized, and let go of the palm that was holding the opponent's neck, causing the latter to kneel down on the ground, and resumed his breathing with a "sigh, hiss".
"I'm sorry, I forgot that you were pinched and unable to speak."
Li Ang sincerely apologized, "But brother, your neck feels a bit like a Juewei duck neck, and it feels good when you pinch it. Don't you think about cutting it into pieces and selling it?"