An Feng looked around and saw that this was the police area under his woman's jurisdiction. He was embarrassed to cause trouble. He found a dead corner of the camera, parked the car on the side of the road, took out a pistol from his ankle and hid it in his palm, walked into the apartment building calmly, and rang the dancer's doorbell.

"Who? Who is there?" The sound inside the door stopped immediately. After a while, the dancer asked in horror.

"Your guest", An Feng answered calmly.

The dancer screamed. In her memory, this kind of surgeon-like voice that was calm and slow was only encountered in a nightclub. This was already her nightmare. She screamed and shouted: "Don't come over, I'm calling the police."

This is a slum, and the indifference of the residents is beyond people's imagination. Even if the dancer screams inside the door at midnight, no one in the corridor pops up. So An Feng calmly knocks on the door again: "Let's talk... If you want to talk like this, please invite me in."

"No", the dancer is still in hysteria.

An Feng continued to use a calm tone and said calmly: "Don't do this, take a deep breath, come, breathe, take a deep breath. OK, calm down and think about it, will I hurt you?"

I didn't hurt you just now, okay?

The dancer took deep breaths and suddenly felt that An Feng was easy to talk, so he stuck it to the crack in the door and asked, "You, how did you find me?"

"Do you think this is a secret?" An Feng asked back, then pressed forward: "Do you think this way of talking is appropriate?"
Chapter completed!