45: Here's your bullet back.

Lin Pei chuckled.

This brother has a good habit of recording things.

At this moment, Officer Chen said something outside, asking someone to bring in Little Fatty's phone.

Yan Song felt a little flustered.

Did this guy actually film it?

He even filmed himself stealing something.

No, is he sick?

But with all that thick smoke everywhere, could he really have filmed it clearly?

After Little Fatty found the video on his phone, the police projected it on a screen.

The beginning of the video was hazy white, almost nothing could be seen.

Yan Song's heart relaxed.

Sure enough, it couldn't be filmed clearly.

However, as he continued to watch, his eyes widened involuntarily.

Perhaps it was because the distance was far at first, but as the camera moved closer to the display cabinet, the figure in front of it slowly became clear.

It was Bu Shan, picking the lock!

Amidst the noisy crowd, Little Fatty's voice could be heard.

"Big Brother is still amazing, I really couldn't open it."

"Click."

The lock opened.

In the video, Bu Shan reached out and took the water lily out of the display cabinet.

Then he walked past the still dazed crowd towards the studio entrance.

Yan Song panicked.

My goodness, he really filmed it.

What should he do now?

He accused Lin Pei of stealing the painting; wasn't this solid proof of him lying?

If it counted as slander, would he go to jail?

Lin Pei shook his head.

This brother did film it, but was his skill really honed over several years?

It felt like an eighty-year-old grandmother could hold it steadier than him.

Watching the video up to this point, everyone thought it was almost over.

So they didn't pay attention anymore.

"Ah!"

A sudden wail made the camera shake three times.

As an International Master Thief, Little Fatty's psychological fortitude was truly higher than that of ordinary petty thieves.

Time was pressing, and as the white smoke gradually dissipated, he didn't continue to run, but stopped.

The camera then turned to the person wailing.

When they saw that person's face, everyone was startled.

Isn't this the very person sitting in the Interrogation Room right now?

No wonder the voice sounded so familiar.

In the video, Yan Song was slumped on the ground, looking very panicked and helpless.

He was snotty and tearful, trembling all over.

"Wuwu... Is it going to explode?"

"Someone save me!"

Looking down, there was a clear large wet patch in his crotch area.

Seeing this, Little Fatty perked up.

"Holy crap, it matches up."

"So the brave man who peed himself in fear was you, huh?"

Lin Pei also had a realization.

I'll be darned.

He remembered that the smoke hadn't fully cleared when this guy reported him.

No.

This brave man's speed in changing his pants was also exceptional.

Due to shame, Yan Song's face was flushed red.

"Who peed? I was just too hot and sweating."

Little Fatty laughed.

"Brave man, so you're saying your crotch sweats a lot?"

Officer Chen interrupted.

"Quiet!"

"Yan Song, you slandered someone for stealing a famous painting, causing a bad impact on that person."

"The circumstances are quite serious."

"Now the police station will send you to a detention center to await the court's judgment."

Yan Song was completely dumbfounded and began to wail for help.

"Officer, it's not that serious, is it? Do I need to be sentenced?"

"Wuwuwu... I don't want to go to jail..."

Officer Chen reprimanded him.

"Yan Song, quiet!"

Yan Song seemed to have lost control, and his cries grew louder.

"Wuwuwu... Officer, I was wrong!"

"Can you let me go? I want to go home..."

Lin Pei's head buzzed from the noise this guy was making, and he looked up and glared at him.

"Yan Song, Officer Chen told you to be quiet."

Yan Song looked at Lin Pei, and that gaze almost made him faint from fright.

He immediately dared not make a sound.

Lin Pei was too terrifying when he got fierce, like a living King of Hell.

Just now, he thought his life was about to be claimed.

He felt he wasn't even that scared the day the set was about to explode.

Huh, why were his pants a bit damp again?

Little Fatty was the first to notice.

"Did he pee again?"

"To make someone pee just with a look, only my Big Brother can do it."

What he didn't say was that when he saw Lin Pei's gaze just now, his bladder also suddenly felt something.

Scanning everyone, their expressions didn't seem too good either.

Officer Chen secretly clutched his bladder.

"Ahem, Officer Li, take Yan Song out."

"This video is good, it can be posted on the official account."

"Let people be familiar with the methods of thieves, so it can serve as a warning to the public."

The Police Officer next to him nodded.

Little Fatty's eyes lit up.

"Officer, I filmed it well, didn't I?"

Lin Pei mercilessly exposed him.

"Officer Xiao Chen meant the video content was good, not that you filmed it well."

Good? What good?

He almost made people throw up from the shaking.

Little Fatty's eyebrows furrowed into a worried frown.

"Big Brother, I didn't film it well?"

Lin Pei shook his head, "The pixel quality is good."

Little Fatty wilted.

Yan Song heard the police say they would post that video on the official account, and he wanted to cry even more now.

He didn't dare to shout anymore, just weakly asked.

"Officer, can my part be edited out before it's posted...?"

Officer Chen thought seriously for a moment.

"The colleague who does editing isn't here recently, so just post it as is."

"It's fine if the video is long, as long as it can be uploaded..."

Yan Song looked utterly bewildered.

Was that what he meant?

Was this officer's mind a bit less nuanced than others?

...Yan Song, on the verge of tears, was finally led out.

And Lin Pei didn't leave the police station until noon the next day.

It wasn't entirely to freeload off the cafeteria and eat a few bowls of Fat Master's braised pork.

In the morning, he helped the police station reinforce the Interrogation Room's door cards.

And suggested to Officer Xiao Chen how to prevent the thieves from escaping if they were to be sent to the detention center.

Finally, with the police's permission, he custom-designed the handcuffs and leg irons for the thieves.

Finally, with the police's permission, he custom-designed the handcuffs and leg irons for the thieves.

When Not True, Not Good at Doing, and Not Beautiful put them on again, they were convinced that Lin Pei was saving them.

For them, master thieves, the cuffs improved by Big Brother must be easier to open than before.

Big Brother worried too much; they could actually open the previous version easily. There was really no need to bother again... Hiss!

There was really no need to bother again... Hiss!

But this weight felt wrong, it seemed heavier.

Ugh.

Oh my goodness.

How come they can't be opened now?

It took them a while to realize.

Big Brother wasn't trying to help them at all; he purely wanted to shackle them to prison!

With Big Brother's methods, he must have committed many crimes, so how could he still be working for the police?

Hiss!

Could he really be a law-abiding citizen?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Before leaving, Lin Pei suddenly felt something in his pocket.

He took it out, and casually tossed it to Not True.

"Here, your bullet."

The three, who had lost all hope of being saved and were about to curse, fell silent again.

Not True held the bullet, his mouth wide open.

So, before he even fired, Lin Pei had taken out the bullet?

What kind of hand speed was that, faster than his firing speed?

This brother's speed was even faster than they had imagined!

The Female Reporter behind Lin Pei realized something and was now almost petrified.

No, this Lin Pei is too amazing, isn't he?

Are those hands even real?

What she didn't know was that she had forgotten to turn off the live stream she started that morning.

The live stream silently exploded.

"Holy crap, what does this mean? Lin Ge took out that bullet?"

"Too fantastical, is this something a human can do?"

"I don't care, Teacher Lin Pei is just handsome!"

"Why is he still at the police station? It looks like his suspicion hasn't been cleared yet, right?"

"Now the suspicion feels even greater. How many times must he have stolen to achieve this hand speed?"

"To put it another way, with those hands, wouldn't it be a waste not to do something with them?"

"Upstairs, your thinking is wrong."

"…"

At this moment, Little Fatty suddenly let out an exclamation.

He clutched his chest, his eyes wide.

"Holy crap, I lost my key."