Old Madam Hu suffered through another coughing fit. She held out her trembling hands, ready to put on the handcuffs, only to suddenly sprint towards the window. But an alert Wang Yuanchao rushed over and stopped her at once."Let me die!” she begged. “I killed the person I love. What's the point of living?"

Xiaotao immediately called up an officer to get her under control, specifically reminding him to keep a watchful eye over her so she didn’t commit suicide.

Before Madam Hu was escorted to the police car, they searched her for her keys, cell phone and wallet. Grabbing the keys, I said, "Let’s take a look at her leather workshop!"

Dali timidly quaked. "I-I’m not going then,” he chuckled.

I expected no less of him. When Xiaotao and I climbed to the top floor, I tried the...