It was a call from a 110 call center!

Damn, why did the police call me? Did Li Mazi get drunk last night, doing something crazy on the street?

I picked up the phone, and an operator's voice came from the other end of the line. “Good morning. Are you Mr. Zhang? Do you happen to know a man called Chen Changsheng?”

“Chen Changsheng? Yes, I do. What about him?” I exhaled in relief. It wasn’t about Li Mazi.

“Sir, there’s a problem with Chen Changsheng. Could you come over to the police station?” said the other party.

“What’s going on?”

“We can’t explain through the phone. It’s better if you come here,” said the operator before hanging up.

I quickly put on some clothes and rushed to the local police statio...