You're cast as a villain, and you're supposed to teach the police how to solve cases?

This amateur is quite skilled; I'm even a little curious about how he got here.

Qin Wei curled his lips in disdain. Although he didn't know what was going on, he was sure it was some kind of trick.

These are just little tricks; netizens haven't seen much of the world.

Unlike me, who has read so many detective books.

Thinking it over, he turned off the live stream and picked up a thick Poirot detective novel to read carefully.

...

Seeing how terrified Lu Fei was, Aunt Zhang said with heartache,

"Look at your uncle, really, he scared Lu Fei so badly, he's a real scoundrel."

"Lu Fei, don't be afraid. If he gets drunk and acts crazy again next time, come to your auntie and I'll help you."

Lu Fei nodded stiffly, thinking to herself that he probably wouldn't go on a drunken rampage again; if he did, it would be like a ghost story.

Aunt Zhang complained a couple of times before rushing off to grab the eggs.

As soon as Aunt Zhang left, Lu Fei immediately grabbed Meng Yang nervously and asked in a low voice,

"Brother, is Uncle still alive?"

Meng Yang chuckled at her comment, and affectionately patted her head.

"Yes, he's still alive. Just remember that he's alive at this moment. Whether he's really alive or not doesn't matter."

Lu Fei looked bewildered. What did it mean to remember that he was still alive?

She's starting to suspect that the production team might have hired a hidden mastermind.

Meng Yang pulled Lu Fei outside. At the door, an old man sat in a rocking chair, closing his eyes to rest, looking relaxed and content.

"Uncle Ma, how are you? How are you feeling?"

Meng Yang took the initiative to walk over and ask a question.

"Oh, it's Meng Yang. He's doing well. Taking Lu Fei to school?"

"Yes, I took her to school by bike today. You look great; I envy your health."

"Hahahaha." Grandpa Ma laughed heartily, "My body is old and frail, unlike you young people who are full of energy."

"Grandpa, have some cigarettes." Meng Yang said, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulling one out and handing it over.

Grandpa Ma's eyes lit up. "Wow, Meng Yang, you've made a fortune?"

"I don't make any big money here. Yesterday I was delivering food and there happened to be a banquet, so I sneaked in and took a package."

"Haha, that's interesting. You're quite clever, kid." Grandpa Ma happily took the cigarette and tucked it behind his ear.

"Sir, we're leaving now. You can continue to enjoy life."

Meng Yang straightened up and said goodbye to Grandpa Ma together with Lu Fei.

Sudden.

boom!

A loud bang exploded from behind.

Grandpa Ma jumped up like a rabbit, and Meng Yang and Lu Fei instinctively shrank back, looking in alarm towards the source of the sound.

On the ground floor, a wine bottle fell to the ground, shards of glass flying everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled curse came from upstairs.

"If you make another sound, I'll kill you!"

Upon hearing this sound, Grandpa Ma jumped up in anger, pointed upwards, and began to curse.

"Liu Fugui, you son of a bitch, what kind of drunken rampage is this first thing in the morning? If you kill someone, you'll pay with your life!"

"Damn it, you think you're the king of the world just because you drink a little every day. You'll drink yourself to death sooner or later."

When the noise stopped, Grandpa Ma sat down angrily, still shaken, and looked at Meng Yang and Lu Fei.

"Your uncle is going to drink himself to death sooner or later."

Meng Yang gave an awkward smile. "I'm sorry, that's just how my uncle is. Please don't take it to heart. I'll take Feifei to school first."

"Go on, go on, you are all good children."

Meng Yang dragged Lu Fei out and got on his electric scooter.

"elder brother!"

Behind him came Lu Fei's bewildered voice.

"Uncle, is he really dead?"

"Remember, he's not dead yet," Meng Yang said calmly and forcefully.

Lu Fei's eyes widened suddenly.

...

[Holy crap! I wanted to ask that too, is Uncle really dead? Why is he talking again?]

Not only did they speak, they also threw a bottle.

[Damn, my soul has flown out twice this morning, if it flies out again I'm going to explode.]

[Remember, he's not dead yet, what does that mean, @Doubao.]

[Doubao: It means exactly what it says, just so you remember, this person isn't dead yet.]

[@Doubao, is his uncle dead or not?]

[Doubao: Your question sounds like you're asking about "his uncle" in a specific novel/story, but I don't know which work or scene you're referring to, so I can't directly answer "whether he's dead or not."]

What use are you?

[Doubao: I understand you're disappointed right now. I'm sorry I couldn't keep up with your story.]

[Look, even Doubao can't answer this. Everyone should just watch.]

[No, I can't take it anymore! Quickly, please invite the Buddha of the Western Paradise!]

...

"It's gone up! It's gone up again!"

He Jiajia jumped up excitedly.

"Director, the buzz is rising again!"

On the backend data monitoring screen, a red line stretched straight upwards, making Zhang Cheng beam with joy.

"Meng Yang's two moves have immediately piqued everyone's interest, and everyone in the live stream is asking what exactly happened."

Zhang Cheng clenched his fist tightly. "Good question. Let them guess. As long as the buzz goes up."

"Director, do you think Meng Yang will really last three days? We've already released the trailer," He Jiajia said with some concern.

Zhang Cheng was stunned. "Damn, how could I have forgotten about that?"

Today is the second day, and there's still one day left. The police report hasn't been filed yet, and the trio hasn't received any news. Could it really be that the case won't be solved in three days?

But then he thought about it again and realized he was worrying too much.

"No, he's just an ordinary person. He'll definitely panic if he faces the police. Now we just need to see when the body is exposed. If it's not exposed by the third day, we'll call the police immediately. We can't delay any longer."

...

Speculation about whether the uncle was dead or alive continued in the live stream, but Meng Yang had already sent Lu Fei to school.

"Little sister, focus on your class and don't think about anything else. Remember, your uncle is still alive."

Lu Fei nodded and walked into the school.

She started to look forward to it; her older brother seemed to be really quite capable.

A drone was filming Meng Yang overhead.

Because the camera on Meng Yang's clothes was shot off, Zhang Cheng could only use a drone to film him.

Meng Yang spent the whole day delivering food, one order after another, making viewers in the live stream feel sleepy.

[You're really just delivering takeout? Why don't you do something about corpses?]

[Seriously, when will someone report this? This is so boring!]

[Yeah, I'd rather watch a suggestive livestream than watch his food delivery livestream.]

...

Zhang Cheng was also secretly getting anxious; if they kept running like this, they would be wasting time.

Moreover, because the live stream content was too boring, the live stream's popularity dropped sharply again, falling to just over 2.

In the afternoon, Wang Bosong called again.