Chapter 13 Grandfather

Li Ang started the car and drove forward along the road.

It was late at night, and the neighborhood had fallen silent. Li Ang's old car was out of place in the community. From some of the houses on the second and third floors on both sides, people were vaguely peering out.

In upscale American communities, residents have a strong sense of security. If neighbors see suspicious non-residents on the street late at night, they will call the community office or even the local police.

Li Ang's expression remained unchanged. He didn't let go of the accelerator and continued straight ahead, passing George Carter's house and even driving out of the community.

Chai Cuicao asked curiously, "Eh? Aren't we going to find that guy?"

Li Ang shook his head. "Stopping now will make the community residents call the police. Let me park the car outside first."

He parked the car on a street outside the community, got out of the car, and with agility that didn't match his old appearance, sneaked back into the community in the dark.

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George Carter lay in bed, drinking down half a glass of whiskey with a few ice cubes floating in it. He casually placed the glass on the bedside table and, by the light, flipped through the detective novel in his hand.

He was an ordinary middle-aged man, working at the Frankfurt City Police Department as an excellent forensic doctor. He had a happy family, a harmonious marriage, and a smart and lovely son and daughter in elementary school. The family of four was a standard American white middle-class family.

The only misfortune was probably that his wife, who ran a dental clinic, earned much more money than him...

Damn it, we're both doctors.

"Clang."

The sound of pots and pans falling to the ground came from downstairs, followed by a sharp meow.

A stray cat broke into the house?

George Carter frowned and listened attentively, but didn't hear any more movement.

He put the book on the bedside table and whispered to his wife, who was already asleep beside him, "I'll go downstairs and see what's going on. John probably opened the backyard window again."

John was his son's name.

His wife, immersed in her dream, mumbled an "uh-huh" without waking up.

George Carter carefully lifted the quilt, put on the blue plush slippers beside the bed, took a steel baseball bat from the gap between the closet and the wall, and went out.

The hallway was dark. George Carter pressed the button to turn on the light and went downstairs.

He first went to his son and daughter's bedrooms on the second floor, tucked them in, and then went down to the living room.

"Meow!"

The sharp meow came from the kitchen again. George Carter shook his head, thinking that he must tell little John not to open the backyard door tomorrow.

He walked into the kitchen. By the moonlight, he could see some knives and forks on the floor, but he didn't see the cat.

Thump.

He turned on the kitchen light, wanting to see where the damn stray cat was.

"Meow~"

The meow changed from the sharp and panicked sound just now to a lazy and relaxed one, as if the cat was comfortably licking its fur.

The only problem was that the source of the meow was directly above George Carter's head.

The forensic doctor felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. An extreme sense of fear enveloped his heart—he could even hear the sound of his blood vessels freezing.

He, like a rusty machine, slowly raised his head and looked up.

On the kitchen ceiling, there was a fifty-something white woman wearing a loose red short-sleeved shirt and jeans. Her mouth was curved in a sinister smile as she licked her lips. Like a ghost, she meowed at George Carter again.

"Meow~"

George Carter took a few steps back in horror, unable to stand firm, and fell to the ground.

Thud.

Li Ang released his grip on the wall seam and dropped from the ceiling. His body rotated slightly in mid-air, and like a tiger, he landed on the ground with his limbs bent.

George Carter was completely terrified and speechless. It was true that he was a veteran who had seen countless terrifying scenes, but there was an essential difference between corpses and living things...

Li Ang unhurriedly crawled toward him, his limbs twisting like a spider, each hand and foot seeming to have its own consciousness.

Combined with that weird and狰狞 smile, it looked even more exciting than a scene from a horror movie.

Relying on his strong personal will, George Carter resisted the urge to lose control. He desperately moved his paralyzed limbs, scooting backward, while taking a deep breath, wanting to shout, "Ah—"

However, Li Ang was faster. He rushed in front of him and, with a strange laugh, slapped him.

Slap.

The sound of the slap was clear, melodious, and extremely loud.

George Carter covered his sore, swollen cheek and forgot to even scream—even his father had never hit him!

"Shh,"

Li Ang craned his neck and said in a low voice, "I was sent by your grandfather. You have to listen to me."

"???"

George Carter widened his eyes and gasped, "My grandfather died twenty years ago..."

Li Ang was stunned, then immediately said with a gloomy face, "I'm your grandfather's new partner."

George Carter weakly said, "But my grandfather likes men..."

"Huh?" Li Ang was stunned again. "Your grandfather likes men, so how did your father come to be?"

The forensic doctor's voice was even weaker, "Adoption..."

"...Alright."

Li Ang rolled his eyes and put on a fierce expression again. "Anyway, your grandfather heard that you wanted to be an astronaut since you were a kid, and he was so happy, he sent me to feed you your favorite big mouth sandwiches."

After saying that, Li Ang slapped George Carter several times, making his cheeks red and swollen, and his head dizzy.

"Now, I speak, you listen."

Li Ang shook the forensic doctor, who was about to faint. "Understand?"

George Carter nodded subconsciously.

"Very good."

Li Ang patted the forensic doctor's shoulder with satisfaction, took out a photo of Irene Raphael from his pocket, and handed it over, "Do you recognize this young lady?"

George Carter shook his head to refocus his vision. Almost the moment he saw the photo, he was struck by lightning. His hand trembled, causing the photo to fall to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The forensic doctor said hastily, picked up the photo, pretended to look at it carefully, forced himself to calm down, and said to Li Ang, "Sorry, I don't know her..."

Snap.

Li Ang grabbed his neck, his face cold. "Kid, who are you acting with?"

George Carter's neck was tightly gripped by Li Ang. His face flushed, and he instantly suffocated. His fingers weakly clawed at Li Ang's hand, and his throat made harsh, grating noises.

"I'll ask you one more time, do you recognize her?"

Li Ang asked in a deep voice, but the forensic doctor was still very stubborn and said nothing, just staring at him with red eyes.

"Oh, you're quite stubborn, huh?"

Li Ang sneered, picked up a kitchen knife, and waved it back and forth in front of the forensic doctor's face. "If you don't talk, believe it or not, I'll draw a tic-tac-toe grid on your pretty little face?"

His threat didn't work. The forensic doctor was loyal and unyielding, not afraid of power. Even though he was spitting white foam, he refused to yield to Li Ang.

After a few seconds, Li Ang suddenly realized something, released his grip on the other party's neck, and let him kneel on the ground, "Hiss, ha," recovering his breath.

"Sorry, the feel of your neck is a bit like spicy duck neck."