"What?You're looking for Xie Tongguo?" The man in the middle of the bed covered himself with the quilt and said, "He is my nephew! He sold this house to me! Why are you asking about him? Um… Also, were you just taking a pistol?"
"We are the police, and we are here working on a case!" Cui Lizhu said with pride.
The man on the bed asked in surprise, "What does my son or I have to do with your case? Why are you in my home?"
Zhao Yu roared in reply, "This is not your home! Your name is not on the property certificate or household registration!"
"Xie Tongguo! That little a*shole!" After hearing this, the man swore. He was clearly frustrated.
He then begged Zhao Yu, "Police officer, I promise I am not lying. He really sold me this house! When Xie Tongguo's father was ill, he borrowed a lot of money from me. Now that his father is dead and he has no money to pay me back, he gave me a deal on the house as repayment of sorts!"
