Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

The woman covered her face, screamed in agony, and tears and snot streamed down her face.

The woman was not guilty of any heinous crime; Chang Kun used a very small amount of capsaicin on her.

"You! You—"

The woman took a few breaths softly, raised her head and stared at Chang Kun, her eyes filled with hatred.

At this moment, her eyes were bloodshot from the capsaicin, making her look like she was wearing vampire contact lenses.

"The police are bullying people! I'm calling security! The factory workers are being bullied, where are all the security guards?!"

Her throat was irritated by capsaicin, and her voice became hoarse.

Gee!

He really is a tough worker, not even putting the police in his eyes.

This would be unimaginable in later generations.

There are even people who dare to harass the police or obstruct them from handling cases.

Chang Kun pulled a silver bracelet out of his bag and waved it in front of the woman.

"I'm investigating a family annihilation murder case right now. Are you sure you want to obstruct the investigation? You look a bit like the perpetrator to me. Come with me to the Criminal Investigation Division."

"I...I'm not the murderer! I didn't kill anyone! You're framing me!"

The woman shook her head frantically, her blush smudged off, and her face turned deathly pale with fright.

If your affair with a man is exposed, you'll be severely punished, even if you end up in the police station.

What's more, it's the Criminal Investigation Division, which sounds even more terrifying!

She dared not cause any more trouble and quickly stepped aside, allowing Chang Kun to freely inspect the broadcasting station.

The office was not cluttered; two desks were set up with broadcasting microphones and a bunch of random jars that looked like cosmetics.

A half-human mirror hangs on the wall, with a portrait of a great man clearly visible on it.

But at the very back of the office, there was another small door.

The small door was tightly closed, and a brass lock was on it.

"What place is that?"

The woman avoided eye contact and answered tremblingly, "That's... where we usually store miscellaneous items."

"Putting junk in?" Chang Kun sneered.

The odds and ends aren't anything valuable, so why do they need to be locked?

Moreover, even without his ability to detect panic, Chang Kun could tell something was wrong just by looking at the woman's evasive gaze.

"Open it!" Chang Kun ordered.

"This..." The woman's eyes darted around as she stammered, "The key is missing, and I was just about to find a locksmith to open it."

"Lost your keys? What a coincidence?"

You can't believe a word this woman says; there must be something sinister behind that door!

Chang Kun turned his head and looked around, raising his chin to indicate the several keys hanging on the wall above his desk.

"What's that key for? Open the door right now, don't test my patience!"

Faced with the silver bracelet in Chang Kun's hand, the woman's eyes widened in terror, and she cautiously raised her hands, pleading, "I'll open it, I'll open it, okay..."

She took a key, moved it to the small door, and her fingers trembled a few times before she couldn't get it into the keyhole, muttering to herself.

"Honestly, she didn't want to, and this junior policeman tried to force her. He has no sense of romance at all!"

"Hurry up! Don't waste my time!"

Hearing Chang Kun's reprimand, she dared not say another word, unlocked the door, and pushed it open.

"There's nothing much inside, it's just a place to rest when you're tired."

"Whether there's anything wrong or not, the police will determine that. Don't make a fuss!"

Chang Kun pushed open the door and went in first.

Just as the woman had said, the area behind the small door was indeed filled with all sorts of odds and ends.

But as Chang Kun walked further in, a soft leather sofa came into view, with a few small clothes scattered casually on it.

The undergarment was clearly a woman's garment. Chang Kun glanced at the woman behind him and, sure enough, saw that she looked embarrassed.

"Well... sometimes when I'm tired from work, I sit here and rest for a while." The woman hurriedly stepped forward, picked up a few pieces of clothing, and hid them behind her back.

"Oh? Hehe, so this bed is for you to rest on when you're tired?"

Upholstered sofas are a rare sight these days; most people have never even seen one, let alone used one.

This woman is so young, yet she can become the head of a radio station and afford a soft leather sofa.

It seems the man she's with is of high status.

A Simmons double bed is right next to the soft leather sofa.

A quilt was piled haphazardly at the head of the bed, and two pillows were placed side by side.

Even more bizarrely, above this Simmons bed, there was a swing hanging, with a hole the size of a washbasin cut out in the middle of the swing's wooden board.

If Chang Kun hadn't been a reincarnated visitor from the future, he really wouldn't understand the purpose of such a whimsical gadget.

"This... double bed, is that for you to rest in too?"

The woman's hands were trembling with nervousness, and she nodded repeatedly when she heard Chang Kun's question.

"Yes, yes, sometimes... we get tired, you know, our voices get hoarse easily when we're at the radio station, so we have to, we have to rest more."

"Your voice's gone hoarse?" Chang Kun asked, his expression puzzled. "I'm afraid it's not from the broadcast, but from something else, isn't it?"

"Playing on these kinds of sex swings definitely requires a lot of physical strength, and it's easy to lose your voice from shouting... Am I right?"

These words are like hooks, tearing away the woman's fig leaf.

She looked at Chang Kun in horror, never expecting that this young policeman, who looked quite old, would know about such a erotic swing.

Could he be one of our kind?

In that case, maybe if I make a sacrifice, this mess won't get exposed.

Moreover, this young policeman is handsome and has a heroic physique, much better than that old man.

It's called a sacrifice, but in reality, you won't suffer any loss yourself.

However, judging from his stern rejection of me just now, it seems he doesn't like me being too flirtatious.

We have no choice but to change our strategy.

"Officer, I...I'm suffering so much! Waaah..."

"I was forced into this; if I didn't comply, my parents wouldn't be able to make a living..."

"Can you...can you stand up for me?"

Chang Kun watched the woman's performance with cold eyes, without saying a word.

Does this woman think she's stupid? Her acting is terrible! It's so over-the-top!

Seeing that Chang Kun didn't speak, the woman rubbed her eyes hard and squeezed out a few tears.

"Officer, please have a seat and let me explain slowly."

The woman placed a pillow against the headboard, intending to invite Chang Kun to sit on the bed.

"Tsk! Stop your pathetic performance! This bed is too dirty for me to sit on!"

"Come on, let's talk outside. If you really have nothing to do with the murder, I might consider letting you go."

These days, not to mention rural areas, even many city dwellers are struggling to get enough to eat.

This woman was able to use her body to climb the social ladder, and all I can do is morally condemn her.

It seems that everyone has the right to choose how they want to live, but life never gives people more choices.

All these coincidences were actually predetermined to become inevitable.

"Really?" The woman looked up in surprise, tears welling in her eyes as she gazed at Chang Kun. "Comrade, you really aren't going to take me to the police station?"

If she were to have an affair with that old man and it got out, not only would she be in trouble, but the old man would also be embarrassed.

At that point, I'm afraid I really won't survive.

"As long as you tell the truth, I will keep my word!" Chang Kun said meaningfully.

"Tell me, who exactly is this person who hangs out with you at the radio station?"