Chapter 58: Where Is That Background Music Coming From?

"I'm sorry, I know you're upset, but I truly didn't mean it. Could you give me a chance to apologize?" Jiang Yun spoke with sincere remorse, not minding the policewoman's tone in the slightest. After all, he knew he was at fault in this matter.

He had played the fool for the sake of his livestream’s entertainment, and in the process had made the policewoman—who was simply carrying out her duty—retch and vomit. An apology was only right.

"Alright, young man, we know you didn't do it on purpose. Xiao Qi won't hold it against you. Let's just let this go—you don't need to worry about it," said an older policeman standing nearby, giving Jiang Yun’s shoulder a reassuring pat.

Then he turned to the policewoman, "Xiao Qi, he didn't know you were on duty. Ignorance is no crime. Besides, he helped with the arrest, which shows he's not a bad sort. Let's just let this matter rest." Judging by his demeanor, he seemed to be her superior. With his intervention, the policewoman had no choice but to relent. "No need to treat us to anything. I've accepted your apology. Goodbye," she said curtly, climbing into the police car without another word.

Jiang Yun let out a helpless sigh. Since they had made their position clear, insisting further would only be improper.

"Alright, young man, you’d better go home and get some rest. It’s getting late," the older policeman said, patting him on the shoulder once more before following her into the car.

After the police vehicles had all departed, Jiang Yun turned to his livestream audience. "Alright, everyone, that's it for tonight's broadcast. Good night." His viewers immediately began to tease him in the chat.

"Even though we couldn’t see the policewoman’s expression, I bet it was priceless!"

"Looks like someone’s going to have a hard time sleeping tonight~"

"I can already see Yun bro lying in bed, suddenly slapping himself and muttering, ‘I’m such an idiot!’"

"Why does the camera always focus on Yun bro? Show us the policewoman’s face for once!"

"Tonight, Yun bro goes downstairs to buy cigarettes at midnight—without taking the stairs or using the elevator!"

...

As soon as Jiang Yun realized the police were involved, he’d adjusted the livestream camera so it pointed only at himself, making sure not to show any officers. Otherwise, his broadcast would have been cut off long ago. His viewers could hear the police, but never saw them—hence, they had no idea what the policewoman’s expression looked like.

Ignoring their banter, Jiang Yun ended the stream and took out his phone, scrolling through Douyin. The hashtag "The Most Stubborn Streamer vs. The Most Stubborn Female Con" was still trending, though it had dropped to eighth place. Still, Jiang Yun could easily imagine that once tonight’s broadcast made the rounds, the tag would climb back to the top. After all, everyone loves a good twist.

And this was as real and unscripted a reversal as you could get...

With that thought, Jiang Yun headed toward where he’d parked his car, ready to drive home. But as he reached his vehicle, he was dumbstruck.

In his head, a theme song started playing.

"Where the hell are my tires?!"

Jiang Yun roared up at the night sky.

Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that the viral "Where’s My Tires" meme he’d seen on Douyin would actually happen to him.

In the dead of night, someone had really stolen his tires!

His A8L was exactly where he’d left it, but the car sat unusually high off the ground. Where its four tires should have been, there was nothing but neat stacks of bricks.

For a few moments, Jiang Yun was too stunned to react. Then, coming to his senses, he grabbed his phone to call the police.

He briefly described the situation and waited by his car for the officers to arrive.

About ten minutes later, a police car pulled up nearby. Two people got out.

Jiang Yun squinted—well, wasn’t this a surprise! It was the very same officers he’d spoken to earlier: the older male officer and the policewoman with whom he’d had a bit of an awkward encounter.

The policewoman had changed into her uniform. When she saw Jiang Yun, her face immediately darkened, and she asked, not hiding her reluctance, "You’re the one who called?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yun nodded, pointing at his A8L. "My car got hit by the ‘Where’s My Tires’ guy."

"The 'Where’s My Tires' guy?" The policewoman looked at him, puzzled. "Didn’t you just have your tires stolen?"

"Exactly—that’s the ‘Where’s My Tires’ incident!"

"Speak properly!" she snapped, shooting him a glare.

"When did you park here? How long ago? When did you discover the tires were missing? Do you have a dashcam?" the policewoman asked, following protocol.

Jiang Yun answered honestly, "About half an hour ago. I was livestreaming at the time. Some viewers said they saw you here... staking out, so I came to find you."

"And why did you want to find me..." she muttered, then fell silent.

The male officer couldn’t hold back a chuckle. "You weren’t planning to bring Xiao Qi another loaf of bread, were you?"

Jiang Yun said nothing, just shook the loaf in his hand. He’d bought it for her at first, thinking she was a scammer—and had even bought extras just in case.

"Serves you right," the policewoman muttered under her breath, then asked, "Do you have a dashcam?"

"I do." Jiang Yun nodded, opened the car, and brought up the footage for them.

They rewound to half an hour earlier and watched together. Soon, all three of them saw a man with a hood ride a tricycle up to Jiang Yun’s car, look it over, and set to work. Within minutes, the man had removed all four wheels and loaded them onto his tricycle before cycling away.

After watching the video, the policewoman said, "Take out the dashcam’s memory card and come with us to the station to make a statement."

"Alright." Jiang Yun removed the memory card and followed them to the police station.

After going through the necessary procedures, the policewoman told Jiang Yun, "This guy’s pretty conspicuous—he shouldn’t be hard to find. Just go home and wait for our call."

"Okay," Jiang Yun replied.

As the policewoman was about to leave, Jiang Yun suddenly called out, "Um, can I have your contact information?"

She glanced at him. "The station will contact you if there’s any news. As for anything else, forget it."

With that, she walked off without a backward glance.

Jiang Yun could only shrug. He’d already made his intentions clear twice, apologizing and trying to make amends, but she clearly wasn’t interested. There was no point in pestering her further. Maybe, from her perspective, things were settled, and anything more would only annoy her.

Leaving the station, Jiang Yun called a cab home.

Though he’d started his day late, the string of events had left him restless and agitated. Still, once he lay down, he quickly drifted off to sleep.

Little did he know, thanks to him, the police station was about to be thrown into chaos...

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