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The TV signal came back, and the fight continued. In this round, Tyson was hit by a combination of punches and staggered. Fortunately, the ropes saved him from falling. Just then, the round ended. The stranger stood up, looked at the clock on the wall again, and said, “Now you can call the police. But it’s 9:20 now, which means I’ve been here for an hour and ten minutes. If you call the police now, aren’t you suspected of harboring a murderer? Think about it. A murderer has been in your house for so long, and you gave him food and clothes. Why didn’t you call the police earlier? You definitely can’t explain it clearly. When you call the police and are investigated, you have to explain every detail clearly. Maybe you’ll say you did it to keep me calm, but the police aren’t that stupid. They won’t easily believe your words. Of course, this is just my well – meaning advice. If you’re not afraid of being suspected of harboring a murderer, go ahead and call the police. I won’t go back on my word. But if you’re scared, forget it. No one will know I’ve been here. Just forget about this tomorrow, as if nothing happened. Thank you for the hospitality and the clothes. I have to go.”

After saying this, the stranger walked towards the door. I still sat on the sofa, not moving at all. When he was about to open the door, I said, “I locked the door from the inside just now. It’s for your safety. Let me open the door for you.” The stranger stopped when he heard this and looked back at me. But the fight was almost over. That arrogant Tyson was going to lose. I was sure of it! Yes, I wouldn’t call the police. I never even thought about it. I’m not a greedy person. Besides, what’s money? Useless money is no different from dirt, I think!

I said to the stranger, “Wait for me two or three minutes or even less. The fight is almost over.”

The stranger looked at the door, smiled, and said, “You’re so thoughtful. But I don’t have time to accompany you now. Open the door for me right away!” Now, he completely changed his expression. His eyes showed a fierce light, and his face was full of killing intent!

On the TV screen, Tyson finally couldn’t hold on anymore. The referee stopped the fight. Holyfield waved his hands excitedly and walked off the ring. A black woman was so excited that she was in tears and hugged the winner tightly. I thought she must be Holyfield’s wife.

I stood up and said, “The door isn’t locked. I was just joking with you. But you’re not going anywhere!” Then, I took out my pistol and pointed it at the stranger…

The stranger was more shocked than if he had seen a running train suddenly stand upright!

I smiled and said, “I didn’t plan to let you go freely since you came in. The reason I didn’t arrest you right away was that I didn’t want to miss this fight. I’m more obsessed with boxing than any other fan. Otherwise, how could I be the vice – president of our city’s boxing association? Raise your hands, buddy. You’ve walked right into a trap. Now you understand. I’m a police officer, and a very good one at that. Don’t you think so?”

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