Along the way, Song He honed in on the world's hardware knowledge. After stepping into a hardware store and taking a quick look, he knew the goods that the hardware store lacked. The reason for the constant stimulation and testing was to make a judgment based on the reaction of the hardware store owner.

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And the moment he mentioned the police several times in his provocation, the hardware store owner's unconscious little movements of flinching and the sudden contraction of his pupils said everything.

Song He thought and took a deep breath: "My dear sister, please come slowly, otherwise I really won't be able to save you."

Although taking a taxi is faster than a long-distance bus, it is only ten minutes faster at most, so Song He only has these ten minutes now. And once Sister Zhao arrives, with her mental state, she will definitely stab Wang Dahai to death in the street.

It is a high probability event!

After calming down, Song He took out his cell phone and dialed.

"Hello, hello. I want to call the police."

"There are people fighting and causing trouble at Dahai Hardware on Seventh Street."

"Yes, my surname is Song, and my name is Song He."

After hanging up the phone, Song He's face once again showed a hint of scorn, and he walked towards Dahai Hardware with his head and tail wagging.

Wang Dahai was sitting behind the counter, his face as gloomy as water, his hands clenched, his head lowered and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Hey, you coward, think about life."

Song He's strange voice came from outside the counter, making Wang Dahai look up in shock.

I saw him supporting the counter with both hands, tilting his head with a mischievous smile, and a provocative look in his eyes: "I will buy something you have this time."

"Not for sale!" Wang Dahai squeezed out two words through his teeth, stood up slowly and said, "I'm going to close the door."

"How dare you!" Song He slapped the counter and shouted, "Master, I have to buy something from your store today, please close one and try it!"

"Get lost!" Wang Dahai's anger surged. He walked out of the counter and was about to push Song He out: "If you don't get lost, I will beat you to death!"

"Ouch! Try moving me!" After Song He said this, he stretched out his hand to pull Wang Dahai's collar.

When Wang Dahai saw him reaching out, he quickly waved his hand to block it, but unexpectedly, Song He stretched out his face directly and hit the side of his face.

"Hitting someone! The boss is beating someone!" Song He yelled loudly while tearing up Wang Dahai and pushing him against the shelves in the store!

Kara!

In the blink of an eye, the shelf collapsed, and the two fell to the ground and started fighting!

One had a premeditated plan, the other was furious, and the one who suffered was naturally Song He who couldn't let go.

In just a few moments, he suffered a lot of hidden losses, but he managed to bring out the real fire in his heart, and his attacks gradually became heavier, and he struggled with Wang Dahai with all his strength!

When the police arrived, Song He's nose was bleeding profusely and one of Wang Dahai's front teeth was missing. They were both in a very embarrassed state.

"Police! He beat people!" When Song He saw the reinforcements coming, he got up, pointed at Wang Dahai and shouted: "I'm here to buy something, and if he doesn't sell it, I'll beat him!"

When Wang Dahai saw this, his heart was shocked. He covered his heart and fell down, lying on the ground without making a sound.

Song He was startled when he saw this, but found that the eyelashes of Wang Dahai's closed eyes were trembling slightly. He immediately understood that this guy was about to escape from illness, and hurriedly walked towards the policeman leading the team.

The policeman leading the team was a sturdy man in his forties. He had a Chinese character and a face that was not angry and intimidating. He was an inch taller than Song He. He frowned and looked at Song He who was walking toward him.

The two policemen standing behind him also looked at Song He warily. A fair-skinned policeman said: "What are you doing?"

"That's right, this Wang Dahai may have a case against him." Song He lowered his voice, took out his mobile phone, clicked on the news about the two murder cases, and said, "He is related to these two people."

"Huh?" The policeman leading the team focused his eyes, glanced at the news twice, and looked at Song He with bright eyes: "Are you sure?"

"Sure! It was me who called the police!" Song He lowered his voice again, for fear that Wang Dahai would hear it.

"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Liu. Bring these two people back to the station." The policeman leading the team waved his hand behind him and whispered: "I'll hold the one who pretended to be dead!"

"yes!"

While the two policemen were talking, they lifted up Wang Dahai, who was pretending to be unconscious, and skillfully got into the police car. They controlled him one on the left and one on the right, obviously arresting many people.

Song He couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw Wang Dahai twisting as he was being helped out of the door, as if trying to free his hands from being held. However, he realized that despite the intentional precautions of the two policemen, he was still being brought into the police car in vain.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The policeman leading the team had been looking at Song He. When he saw this, he smiled and said, "You are about to enter the police station, why are you still breathing a sigh of relief?"

"You will understand." Song He said in a relaxed tone: "Should I sit in the passenger seat?"

"What else? You still want to drive a police car." The police officer leading the team watched Song He get into the passenger seat, then got into the driver's seat and started the police car, not forgetting to lock the doors.

Song He, who was relaxed, smiled when he saw this, and looked out the window. Suddenly his expression changed, and he suppressed an exclamation before leaving his mouth, turning it into a cough.

"What's wrong?" asked the leading police officer who had been paying attention to Song He.

"It's nothing, my throat is itchy." Song He laughed, but secretly said he was lucky. The two people standing on the roadside just now were Sister Zhao and her husband!

Were both of them involved? With a sigh, Song He gathered his thoughts and began to think about how to explain his behavior.

...

"You mean Zhao Jinhua told you that all three of them are human traffickers?"

"That's right, it's just that I felt that her mood at the time was not right, and some of her words did not match her words."

"What did she say?"

"I just remember she said that the boss of Dahai Hardware was the trafficker who killed his child, and she wanted to kill him to pay for the child's life."

"anything else?"

"I forgot everything else. I was too nervous at the time. I wanted to stop her, but I didn't succeed."

"Then what?"

"Then I thought I couldn't let her kill anyone again, so I took a taxi and came over to stop her."

"Why didn't you call the police?"

"I was so nervous and a little scared. By the time I reacted, I was already at the door of the hardware store."

"So you had a fight with the store owner and sent him to the police station?"

"Yes, I think no matter whether he is a human trafficker or not, it is always right to send him to the police station. If it is a misunderstanding, can't we protect him? In the worst case, I will apologize to him."

...

The transcript was completed quickly, and it was the police officer who led the team who wrote it for him. After Song He signed the transcript, the police officer who led the team smiled and said, "I can't tell, there is a way to do things."

"Everywhere, it's all luck." Song He quickly replied humbly, and then asked: "Officer Zhang, how is the owner of the hardware store?"

"You were right, he was a trafficker." Officer Zhang's smile disappeared. Apparently what Wang Dahai told him made him feel very heavy.

Song He didn't know what to say, but his heart felt a little heavy. In fact, in his opinion, if it was a misunderstanding, he might feel better.

Officer Zhang sighed and said to Song He: "Okay, you can go back first. If necessary, we will contact you. By the way, although your fighting behavior is not worth promoting, there should be a bonus. The exact amount is unknown.

Make sure, our brother unit in Yucheng will contact you when the time comes."

"Is there any bonus?" Song He was stunned, and then recalled that there was a bonus for providing key clues and assisting the police in arresting fugitives, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of unexpected joy.

"Otherwise? We have rewards for those who are willing to maintain public order." Officer Zhang waved his hand and said, "Go back and have a good rest."

When he returned home, it was already dusk. Sitting on the familiar sofa, Song He calmed down his thoughts.

Click on the system interface, and the originally red tasks in the task list have turned green:

Completed mission: The end of the human trafficker (mission reward to be collected)

Song He couldn't wait to receive the mission reward. The system light screen flashed, and some gray items turned yellow in an instant.

If you look carefully, you can see that they are the system dialog box, the property panel and the tasks that can be collected. As for the others, they are still gray.

"At least you unlocked the mall for me." Song He muttered in his heart.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, his words had already appeared in the system dialog box, and then another line of words appeared in the dialog box:

"The system mall function will be opened after you complete five C-level tasks."

Song He was stunned and asked quickly: "Who are you?"

"I am the murderer chasing system."

Song He, whose mind was full of questions, continued to ask: "Why are you on top of me?"

"I will only be bound to the first generation users and their bloodline descendants."

"Who was the first user? How many years ago?" Song He suddenly became interested.

"Song Wei. 3598 years ago."

"I don't know." Song He scratched his head: "How many generations of users are there in total?"

"Twenty-seven generations."

"So many." After Song He finished speaking, he immediately remembered that the first generation of users was more than 3,000 years ago, and felt that something was missing. He shrugged and said, "What good will it do to you to pursue the murderer?"

"Showing humanity and justice and maintaining social order can gather humanitarian energy, maintain my existence, and make my functions more comprehensive."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"The energy I can absorb can only be obtained after the user completes the task."
To be continued...