"What method?" Lin Jiayou turned his head to look out of the window at the pitch-dark nothingness, a puzzled expression on his face as he asked.
"Report to the police." Luo Qianqian blinked, her face full of smugness: "A person like him, daring to write that kind of report, must have a lot of dirty laundry."
"And what excuse would you use?" Luo Shufan asked, full of skepticism.
"Murder... or attempted murder also works." Luo Qianqian turned to look at Lin Jiayou: "He bought dangerous goods, which naturally makes him a suspect. Reporting him is the right thing to do; even if he's not against me, he'd target someone else."
Lin Jiayou nodded, but hesitation was clear in his expression; after all, filing a false report was a crime, and who would go to report it became a problem.
"Where does he live? What dangerous goods did he buy, and where?" Luo Qianqian blinked and asked.
