Chapter 70: The Police Come Knocking

“Yes,” Bai Wenbin replied, his face twisted in pain. “A lot has happened recently, and it’s hard to explain it all to you at once…”

“But,” his eyes suddenly lit up, “everything’s finally turned around for the better!”

He pulled Qian Ying’er over to the window. “Look!”

Qian Ying’er followed his gaze outside. The street was full of people, their voices loud and lively—but the floodwaters that had plagued them for so long were completely gone!

Her eyes widened. “The flood’s gone?!”

In her memory, she’d just been suffering from hunger, tormented by that pervert Brother Zhang for supplies and sedatives, and now, in the blink of an eye, the disaster was over?

She stood there in a daze, feeling as if it were all a dream.

But the sharp pain all over her body reminded her that everything was real.

Qian Ying’er looked at Bai Wenbin in surprise.

“Cousin, why am I covered in injuries? What exactly happened recently?”

Bai Wenbin’s expression grew awkward. He thought for a moment before finally answering,

“It was An Nan. She beat you up!”

Qian Ying’er’s anger flared. “An Nan again?!”

Seeing her gritting her teeth, Bai Wenbin worried she’d go looking for trouble on the 14th floor again and drag him into it, so he hurried to dissuade her:

“Ying’er, don’t be impulsive. We’re no match for An Nan. Even after using such a strong sedative last time, we didn’t gain anything—she ended up beating us badly instead.”

Thinking back on their recent experiences, Bai Wenbin couldn’t help but shudder.

“In any case, just don’t mess with her for now. The disaster is over. Once order is restored, we’ll go straight to the police! She’s killed so many people, and all the neighbors saw it. She’ll definitely rot in prison for the rest of her life!”

Qian Ying’er nodded in agreement.

Just picturing An Nan being hauled away in disgrace made her laugh out loud with satisfaction.

That bitch! I’ll be sure to visit her in prison and watch her suffer!

In apartment 1302, Sun Peng’s family was also watching the changes outside.

Wang Xiaoyu clung nervously to Sun Peng’s sleeve as she looked at the cheering crowds outside the window.

“Brother Sun, what do we do? The disaster’s over.”

Sun Peng was smiling as he looked outside, already plotting how to inherit his wife’s assets once society was back to normal. He turned to her, confused:

“The disaster being over is a good thing. Why do you look like you’re facing a death sentence?”

Wang Xiaoyu shot him a reproachful look. “I mean, once order is restored, what about your wife, and the thing with Crew Cut? What are you going to do?”

Sun Peng shrugged nonchalantly.

“My wife? She just disappeared while out looking for supplies, didn’t she?”

“As for Crew Cut…” He grinned smugly. “When I took care of him, only Old Wang saw it. And Old Wang starved to death a few days ago.”

Wang Xiaoyu whispered, “That just leaves… Crew Cut’s wife, Chu Peipei?”

At the mention of her, Sun Peng’s expression soured. “Chu Peipei doesn’t have any evidence, and she wasn’t a witness. But…”

Thinking of how relentless she was, he added, “But as Crew Cut’s family, she really is a pain to deal with.”

Wang Xiaoyu pouted. “Exactly! I was hoping that, since she’d gathered so many supplies, we could use someone else to get rid of her. But she moved up to the 14th floor instead. And her friend An Nan is no pushover.”

“An Nan?” Sun Peng snorted disdainfully.

“That was then, this is now! The disaster’s over—she can’t just keep acting above the law forever! Unlike me, when An Nan killed people, all the neighbors saw it.”

Sun Peng grinned slyly. “I’ll stir up some trouble for An Nan first, keep her busy, and then we’ll deal with Chu Peipei.”

Wang Xiaoyu giggled and pushed his chest. “You really know what you’re doing~”

The next day, An Nan stayed home as usual, practicing her movement techniques.

Ever since she’d gotten Long Cong’an’s jade ring, her teleportation range had increased by another ten centimeters.

After half a month of practice, An Nan could now use this “cheat” with ease.

Facing Fugui, she spoke in a low, dramatic voice:

“Come at me, brave warrior!”

Fugui let out a fierce growl, then leaped at her with lightning speed.

Just as he was about to reach her, An Nan smiled and vanished into thin air.

Fugui landed on the floor with a thud, missing her completely.

The next instant, he felt a cold touch at the back of his neck—a weapon pressed against him.

“You lose, brave warrior.”

The fierce-looking dog instantly reverted to his harmless, adorable self.

He turned around, wagging his tail and sticking out his tongue.

Sister Nan, are we done yet?

I don’t want to play this silly game with you anymore!

He yawned in boredom, wiggled his little butt back to his bed, and then came out carrying his food bowl.

With a “clang,” he set it down at An Nan’s feet.

Feed me!

An Nan chuckled and picked up his bowl—which was now as big as a washbasin.

Yes, a washbasin.

For some reason, Fugui kept growing bigger, and his appetite was getting more and more outrageous.

French Bulldogs usually don’t grow longer than 60 centimeters as adults.

But at just nine months old, Fugui was already over 80 centimeters long, and still getting bigger.

Most astonishing was his appetite. He was supposed to be a small dog, but he could eat as much in one meal as An Nan did in two.

At first, An Nan tried to control his portions, worried he’d get too fat and develop health problems.

But every day he’d look so pitiful, acting like he was starving, lying weakly in his bed as if he’d been abused.

In the end, An Nan gave in and started feeding him more, letting him grow as he pleased.

Instead of getting fat or unhealthy, he just got stronger and more energetic.

So his food bowl kept getting bigger and bigger.

An Nan filled it with kibble, freeze-dried veggies, salmon flakes, and mineral supplements, topping it off with a bowl of goat milk for pets.

Fugui dug in happily.

Watching him eat made An Nan’s own stomach rumble, so she decided to fix herself something nice too.

She’d just stepped into the kitchen when she heard a knock at the door.

…

Ugh, how annoying! Why does someone always come when I’m about to eat?

An Nan dragged her feet to the door. Chu Peipei had already beaten her to it, peering out the peephole.

“Is anyone home? This is where An Nan lives, right?”

When An Nan came over, Chu Peipei quietly stepped aside to let her look through the peephole as well.

“I think it’s the police,” she whispered.

The police?

An Nan raised an eyebrow and peered out.

Standing outside was a young, unfamiliar face in a blue police uniform, knocking on the door with a righteous expression.

“Is Ms. An Nan home? I’m the community police officer for this neighborhood. Please open the door and cooperate with our investigation!”"