Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 794 Don't Open the Door to Strangers (2)

After knocking on doors for a while, the police began knocking on doors to investigate, finding the person who had called the police and asking what the situation was.

Xiong Bufan sensed something was going to happen, so he started peeking through the door to listen to the commotion.

There was no peace and quiet all night, which made Xiong Bufan a little irritable.

Although she had adjusted her mindset to complete the task, she still couldn't stop people from disturbing her peaceful sleep time and time again.

After the police realized there were people in the room, they started knocking on the door again.

"Knock knock knock, ma'am, open the door, we are the police."

Xiong Bufan: "I'm not home, don't knock on the door, I'm fine."

Responding to calls late at night is troublesome enough, but now he's encountered uncooperative officers. Bai Jingshan felt an indescribable frustration, but that's just how work is.

Disgusting, low-paying job, dealing with idiots every day.

"Madam, we are not bad people. Why don't you open the door first?"

Xiong Bufan went back to bed to sleep. She didn't want to deal with the police. After all, letting them in would only cause a lot of trouble and involve going through all the procedures step by step.

Bai Jingshan knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. He warned them that making a false police report was illegal, and then left with his officers.

The resident who called the police was also helpless, as his good intentions had backfired and caused him trouble.

"Yes, officer, I will definitely understand the situation before calling the police in the future."

The main problem was that today's situation was really terrifying. That person was smashing the door with an axe, and it kept us from sleeping.

It's so late at night,"

Bai Jingshan didn't want to listen to his nonsense. "Alright, from now on, please make sure you've confirmed the situation before calling the police."

"Yes, officer."

Being called "police uncle" by a man who looked to be almost fifty years old made Bai Jingshan even more displeased. He said without any mercy, "I'm thirty-five years old. Just call me Officer Bai."

"Okay, Officer Bai."

This time, Bai Jingshan truly fell silent, and left without hesitation with his officers.

Xiong Bufan was not awakened by a ringing bell until dawn.

Xiong Bufan picked up his phone and thought for a long time before realizing it was a call from someone else calling the original owner of this body. Considering he might have to live here, Xiong Bufan answered the phone anyway, "Hello."

The person on the other end of the phone was furious, and their shout almost broke Xiong Bufan's ears, "Chen Shengnan, do you even want to quit? What time is it? Why aren't you at work yet?"

"I've taken leave." After saying this, Xiong Bufan hung up the phone without hesitation.

Xiong Bufan scratched his head. Who exactly was this original owner of the body, and why did he send him here?

With no clues whatsoever, Xiong Bufan didn't even have the confidence to cause trouble.

Kongkong: "Unbelievable, the original owner is willing to speak."

Xiong Bufan: "What did she say?"

Kongkong: "She needs your help to find the murderer who killed her and to find out why he killed her."

"Oh."

Kong Kong warned, "Bu Fan, there's only one mission like this. Once we figure it out, we'll move on to another world."

This little world has claimed the lives of many quick transmigrators, so be careful.

Xiong Bufan nodded. "Don't worry, I understand."

After being chased twice by his mother with a stick, Xiong Bufan's catchphrase changed.

In her previous world, Xiong Bufan had also used a smartphone. She planned to order takeout using her phone, since she didn't know how to cook.

Xiong Bufan checked the phone several times to confirm, only to find that the original owner's phone had less than 100 yuan, which was less than 100 yuan in total from several apps.

One hundred yuan worth of food wasn't enough to feed an adult brown bear, so Xiong Bufan simply put down his phone and started looking around to see if he could find any food.

The original owner's home wasn't very big, but it was decorated quite warmly; at least the walls were covered with warm-colored wallpaper, and the blankets were pink.

The kitchen, bedroom, and living room are in the same room; only the toilet is separate.

Xiong Bufan found half a bag of rice, some seasonings, a small rice cooker, and some pickled vegetables that were close to their expiration date in the house.

The original owner's life could only be described as poor and impoverished; to say it was "okay" would be an insult to the word "okay".

Xiong Bufan found the rice cooker, put some water and rice in it, then turned on the power and started cooking the rice.

The original owner's house only had this much stuff, so Xiong Bufan took out some food from his spatial storage and stuffed it into his mouth. No matter what, filling his stomach was the most important thing.

"Bufan, what are your plans next?"

While stuffing dried fruit into his mouth, Xiong Bufan said, "After I finish eating, I'll go find the murderer. Once I've dealt with him, I'll leave this place."

I already memorized his scent yesterday.

Upon hearing this, Kongkong praised, "Bufan, you're really amazing."

"I've always been very good."

Cooking rice only takes forty minutes. Although I added too much water and it looks like a small pot of porridge, it's still edible.

After pouring the rice into a basin for washing vegetables, Xiong Bufan continued cooking rice.

One small pot of porridge was simply not enough, so Xiong Bufan had to keep cooking porridge.

Kongkong felt that Xiong Bufan had become much more obedient since leaving home. His catchphrase had changed, and his behavior had also changed somewhat.

Xiong Bufan didn't stop until all the rice was cooked, and then he took the bowl to the bedside to drink the porridge.

The original owner's room was on the shady side. The room was small, and the windows were also small. The lights had to be turned on during the day. Even if Xiong Bufan hid in the room, he couldn't find a vent.

After finishing his porridge, Xiong Bufan ran out without hesitation, following the lingering smell to find the murderer.

Cooking took some time during the day, and the city was too big and chaotic, so Xiong Bufan spent some more time looking for the person. Now that he still hadn't found the person, it was getting dark.

After a flash of white light, Xiong Bufan returned to his familiar bed and looked up at the dark ceiling.

Whether he was lying down or not, he couldn't sleep well. Xiong Bufan was wearing slippers and carrying a horizontal sword. After hearing the knock on the door, he went straight to the door with the sword in hand.

Unless the murderer is killed this time, time will probably not restart.

Xiong Bufan: "Who is it?"

"A food delivery person."

There was no peephole on the door of the original owner's house. Xiong Bufan held a horizontal knife in his hand, calculating the force needed to inflict serious but not fatal damage.

With a creak, the door opened.

Xiong Bufan thrust out his sword first, this time targeting the path of offspring, not aiming to kill.

The man at the door hadn't even extended his knife yet; he was huddled at the doorway like a shrimp, wailing incessantly.

Xiong Bufan chopped off his arm in one fell swoop, to prevent him from hurting anyone else.

The person lying on the ground was wearing a pirated delivery uniform, a helmet covering his face, and surrounded by blood. It looked as if Xiong Bufan was bullying someone.

Ignoring everything else, Xiong Bufan noticed that the smell was the same as before and dragged him into the house.