The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

Bai Daidai was talking with a lisp, slamming the table hard, and his eyes were wandering, which made one could sense that he was trying to hide something.

The table was slammed loudly by Bai Daidai, and the volume of voices increased a lot, as if whoever spoke the loudest was right.

"You beat up the factory director, and he didn't resist? ... Doesn't it hurt when you use so much force on your hands? You should hold back a little!"

Detective Jiang couldn't stand it anymore and started asking him questions directly, while still caring about Bai Daidai's hand that hadn't retracted its strength at all.

Bai Daidai chuckled and stretched out his hand from his sleeve.

He didn't even know when he was holding a fake hand and placing it on his right arm that was slapping the table, and was pretending to use it as his own hand.

This fake hand is incredibly close to the real thing, and with so much going on today, no one could notice him.

If he hadn't taken it out himself, he would never have discovered it.

However, Song's lover snatched the fake hand from him, and carefully examined it in his hand, suspecting that it was taken from the factory director's fake body during the first round of evidence collection.

"Why play with a fake hand when there's nothing else to play with? Be careful, the props team will complain to the boss about you!"

Employee Wen slapped him in the face with a look of disgust.

His old bones are not young anymore. God knows how much psychological trauma it would cause to him if Bai Daidai, who was sitting next to him, suddenly took off his hands.

Mrs. Li saw employee Wen's performance and laughed secretly.

Although Wen usually appears mature and steady, there is actually a frightened little princess inside her who is very timid.

As soon as the fake hand prop Bai Daidai was announced, Song's lover snatched it away to play with it, and he was obviously reluctant to let it go.

He glanced at his prosthetic hand and tried to reach out to grab it, but his lover Song dodged him.

Bai Daidai was concentrating on the battle of wits with Song Qingren, so his words could not help but sound a little careless when answering Detective Jiang's questions.

"He did resist, but physical resistance is no match for the power of my stick!"

As he spoke, Bai Daidai took back his beloved prosthetic hand from his lover Song, held it in his arms with satisfaction, and then he looked at Detective Jiang seriously and spoke to him.

Detective Jiang: This kind of conversation, this kind of feeling, I don’t know why, but it gives me the same feeling as interviewing the killer of a dismemberment case.

"So did you have a fight with him? Did anything else happen afterwards? Or did you see anyone else when you left?"

Detective Jiang shook off the goose bumps that had grown on his body uncontrollably and continued to inquire about the white loan.

"We just had a fight. He hasn't paid me yet! I have to go and get the money back from him!

It's impossible to kill him, after all, if he dies, wouldn't all the work I've done over the past few months be in vain? "

Bai Daidai held up his fake hand, and became more and more excited as he spoke. He waved his fake hand with his right hand, making the fake hand and his left hand coordinate their movements.

People were dancing and waving their hands, revealing a bit of abnormal madness.

"Detective, I still have evidence against him!"

Perhaps he was led astray by the evidence that Detective Jiang was about to receive from Bai Daidai, which seemed to make some sense.

Wu Xiuli took advantage of the situation and stood in his original position, raised his hand to attract everyone's attention and continued speaking.

"I found a set of pure black casual sportswear in the secret compartment of the white loan drawer.

There seems to be blood on it, you should have been wearing this clothing when you beat him up, right?"

Wu Xiuli asked knowingly and continued to stick to the bottom of the baseball bat.

Bai Daidai sat in his seat, his right foot shaking unconsciously, squinting his eyes and staring at the photo on the whiteboard, making some impatient clicking sounds with his mouth.

With such a gangster attitude, some people would believe that he was just a street thug, which can be regarded as the essence of Bai Dailai's performance.

Fortunately, none of the elders in the family were here, otherwise my naked mother would have been beaten up by both men and women.