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The Cockroach Mystery
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My name is Wang Zheng.
I’m a man in my thirties, working as a waiter in a rundown restaurant, and on the side… a con artist.
The unlit Chinese cigarette in my mouth is my most loyal companion; it helps me mask everything, including those shady dealings.
At this moment, I bite down on it tightly, flicking the tip with my fingers, the creases on the cigarette butt exuding a silent mockery.
Beneath my greasy work uniform lies a lean yet powerful body, with cunning glints flashing in my eyes.
I scan the restaurant; it’s bustling with noise, diners chatting and laughing.
But I know how much filth and depravity lurk beneath this seemingly calm surface.
Just like me, to outsiders, I’m merely a waiter passing time.
“Wang Zheng! What are you dawdling for? The customers are waiting for their food!”
A sharp voice slices through the air; it’s the boss lady, Zhao Yuan.
Her gaudy floral qipao wraps around her bulky figure, straining at the chest, while her large gold earrings sway, making one dizzy.
I glance at her, a smirk curling at the corner of my mouth.
This old woman would sell her own mother for money.
Her greed is like a juicy piece of meat, attracting flies—and me as well.
I need to tear off a piece from her to lay bricks for my revenge plan.
Carrying a plate, I saunter over to the table of impatient customers.
It’s a man in a suit, his shirt collar open, revealing half of a tattoo, his gaze dark and menacing.
It twitched on the plate for a moment before becoming still.
I picked up a napkin and wiped the corner of my mouth, my gaze sweeping over the shocked crowd around me.
In the corner, Du Rong was staring at me with wide eyes.
She wore a low-cut waitress uniform that accentuated her voluptuous figure, but at that moment, the seductive glint in her eyes was replaced by sheer terror.
“He's gone mad, he’s really gone mad,” someone whispered.
I laughed, a laugh tinged with madness.
Gone mad?
Perhaps.
In this city, how can one survive without losing their mind?
I looked at the dead cockroach; its tiny body seemed to conceal a great secret.
I slipped it into my pocket, feeling its cold touch, while a fiery heat ignited within me.
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