"I think I heard a good friend of mine say that he writes letters for people in the market. He usually works as a volunteer at the Second Welfare Institute. I don't know about the others. I have never come into contact with this person."

After hanging up the phone, I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, feeling a little tired.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a wave of relief on my shoulders.

Xiaomi smiled behind me and said: "Brother Feng, I see you haven't eaten on time these days. You must be tired. I'll give you a massage. I've learned this from others before."

I wanted to refuse, but it was really comfortable and my shoulders were no longer sore instantly.

"Bang bang bang!"

I was enjoying Xiaomi's massage with my eyes closed, when suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door.

"Who is it?" My nerves tensed up instantly.

"I, the innkeeper, excuse me."

"A police officer is here to check your ID card. Please cooperate."

I heard someone say a routine inspection outside the door to check my ID card.

Xiaomi and I both turned pale.

Why?

Because now there are dozens of pottery figures standing on the floor of the living room, many of which are still covered in dirt.

One more thing.

Xiaomi is a bad guy.
Chapter completed!