Li Fan frowned and said:

"They suddenly realized with conscience that they were going to be good people? It seems that they should ask Tao Yong carefully and pry his mouth open."

Fang Hao smiled bitterly:

"This matter is really not easy to deal with, mainly because I don't know where his mouth is."

He said that, and stopped in front of a chair.

On the chair is a man with a beer belly wearing a T-shirt and big shorts and slippers, but I don’t know what it looks like.

Because the place where his neck was supposed to be his head, an old record player loudspeaker was inserted at this time, like a flower.

On the yellowed wall next to it, there are a few words written with blood on your fingers:

collector.

The last word "home" is written in a crooked manner, as if the writer has suffered great pain.

Fang Hao looked at the three words with a worried look at them and said:

"Director Li, our case seems to be a bit big... Is there a second person who is called a collector..."

Li Fan nodded and said with equal concern:

"Is it a collector of the Cleaning Association? This is amazing..."

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Chapter completed!