"Stop talking, my ears are itchy." Han Shilan's beautiful face was adorned with a sweet smile as she buried her head in his neck.
"Okay, wife." Yang Feng smiled, closed his eyes, held Han Shilan in his arms, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
At that very moment, a fire was extinguished by firefighters, and police cars were parked in front of the Shuangyuewan Hotel. The head of the criminal investigation team, along with several officers, arrived at the scene on the 20th floor.
"The deceased was burned to a crisp in the fire, making it impossible to determine the exact cause of death."
The officer examining the statement spoke to the criminal police captain who was leading the operation.
"Hmm." The criminal investigation captain nodded, his eyes sweeping over the charred floor, every part of it burned beyond recognition.
If Yang Feng were here, he would definitely recognize this criminal police captain. He is Captain Peng Tian, the person in charge of Xia Yumo's kidnapping case.
Peng Tian stepped onto the charred floor and found a corner of a cigarette on the bed. His brows furrowed, and he slowly squatted down, wearing white gloves, and gently picked it up.
"Could this be a fire caused by cigarettes?"
In his memory, there were indeed many cases caused by cigarettes, as the high temperature of cigarettes could produce sparks.
However, what he didn't know was that the cigarette wasn't lit; Yang Feng lit it directly with a lighter.
"Go to the front desk and check who owns this room, and then investigate whether he has a history of smoking."
Peng Tian put the cigarettes into the transparent bag, stood up, and spoke to the operatives beside him.
"yes!"
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The next morning, warm sunlight streamed through the gaps in the purple curtains, shining directly on Yang Feng's eyes. The events of the previous night were now in the past. He was unaware that Detective Peng Tian had already uncovered numerous clues.
Yang Feng was pulled from his sleep by the bright sunlight. He rubbed his blurry eyes and his hands accidentally touched the supple and delicate body on his body. He looked up slightly and saw Han Shilan lying on top of him.
"No, no, don't take him away!" Han Shilan closed her beautiful eyes tightly, cold sweat dripping from her fair neck, making it sticky.
Yang Feng frowned slightly. She must be having a nightmare. He gently stroked her smooth, beautiful back with his large hand, and said in a gentle, slightly magnetic voice:
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Han Shilan's delicate eyebrows relaxed, and she stopped muttering. She lay calmly on Yang Feng's firm chest.
Seeing that she had quieted down, Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, blew away the hair that had fallen on his cheek, reached for his pants, took out his phone, and glanced at the time.
It was only a little past six in the morning, and I had only slept for four hours, but I didn't feel that tired. This must be the effect of the tonic.
Speaking of enhancement potions, he had no idea what level his strength had reached this time.
"Little loli, have I reached the Yellow Rank yet?" Yang Feng wondered to himself.
There was no sound in his mind for a long time. He called out a few more times and then heard a soft, sweet voice.
"What are you doing, you stinky Yang Feng? I'm still sleeping, I'm so sleepy!"
"Uh, sorry, I just wanted to ask about my current strength..." Yang Feng thought to himself, feeling somewhat ashamed.
"Your current martial arts level has reached the mid-stage of the Yellow Rank. You can check it by opening the system attribute panel. Don't come asking me this so early in the morning~"
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Chapter 81 Black Dress
Host: Yang Feng
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Positions: Mercenary, Student, Doctor, Musician, Dancer, Detective.
Physical fitness: Mid-stage of the Yellow Rank
Mental Strength: 160 points
Inventory: One low-level profession scroll, one selective life skill scroll, one lottery scroll, and one light-up scroll.
Suddenly, a character attribute panel with light blue text appeared in Yang Feng's eyes, just like in an online game.
"Alright, I'm going to take a nap. You should sleep too. Four hours of sleep isn't enough. Adults need at least six hours of sleep a day, you hear me?" Little Starlight said sweetly, yawning.
"Okay, go to sleep now."
Yang Feng casually thought to himself, then with a thought, he closed the attribute panel, wrapped his arms around Han Shilan's slender waist, closed his eyes, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
As the sun rose higher, Yang Feng wrinkled her nose, feeling an itch on her face. She slowly opened her eyes, and a smile appeared on her lips.
Han Shilan rested her delicate, fair chin on one hand and used her long, black hair to tickle Yang Feng's face with the other. Her lips curved into a sweet smile, and her bright, beautiful eyes gazed intently at him.
Like a newlywed bride who has just spent her wedding night.