nagpurpolice Chapter 56 Who do you think you are!
Chapter 56 Who do you think you are!
"Did you see those guys in uniform? They look like government officials. You think that kid Fang might have gotten into trouble?"
Wang Ma sat on a small stool by the kitchen door, talking to Hu Da next to her in a serious tone.
Her voice wasn't loud, just loud enough for the two of them to hear.
Wang Ma originally didn't want to say these things.
But Xiao Fang was originally an arrogant "good-for-nothing" who failed six out of seven subjects. How could he suddenly surpass her Cui Cui?
She couldn't understand it, but today two officials came looking for her.
Could it be that Xiao Fang has gone astray?
Hu Da, squatting in the kitchen, didn't even look up when he heard this: "Wang Ma, shut up. What does Xiao Fang's business have to do with you?"
"How can it be okay? We all live in the same compound. What if he's a murderer or arsonist? Wouldn't we be living in fear too?"
Aunt Wang pursed her lips and said somewhat dismissively.
"Look at Old Fang just now, his face was as white as paper. If you ask me, Little Fang must have done something shady, otherwise why would the officials come knocking on his door?"
Hu Da threw the rag in his hand onto the stove, straightened up, and looked rather unpleasant.
"Wang Ma, if you're so bored, go wash your clothes by the river. Stop gossiping here."
Wang Ma was taken aback. She opened her mouth to retort, but seeing Hu Da's dark face, she didn't dare to say anything more.
She stood up, dusted off her apron, and carried the vegetable basket into her house.
"Hmph, fine, don't talk then. Wait until something really happens to Xiao Fang, then let's see if you'll still protect him."
Pushing open the door to my house, I found it completely dark inside, with no lights on.
"Cui Cui? Cui Cui, why aren't you turning on the light?"
Wang Ma placed the vegetable basket on the table, took out a match, struck it, and lit the oil lamp.
A dim, yellowish light spread out, and she saw Cui Cui sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair disheveled, her face deathly pale.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"
Wang Ma walked over and reached out to touch Cuicui's forehead.
Not hot, no fever.
Cui Cui flinched slightly, her voice muffled: "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."
"What's wrong with you these past few days? Ever since you recovered from your fever that night, you've been listless."
Wang Ma sat down by the bed and began to chatter on and on:
"Is the workload at school too heavy? If you ask me, you don't need to push yourself too hard. Just staying in the elite class is enough. It's not like you have to be number one..."
"As long as we graduate smoothly, we'll find a rich husband and live a good life."
Cui Cui lowered her head and didn't say anything.
She hasn't been sleeping well these past few days; every time she closes her eyes, she thinks about what happened that night.
Li Tong's cold face, his bald head, and his menacing smile.
She didn't know what had happened that night.
I only remember being knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I was lying in an alley, all alone. My clothes were disheveled. I wasn't injured, but I felt terrible.
It seemed as if nothing had happened.
But Cui Cui knew that something must have happened.
She went to inquire near that restaurant on West Street, and someone said they saw several men go into the alley that night and never see them come out again.
Some people went even further, saying that several corpses floated up downstream of the Qingshui River, their faces gnawed beyond recognition by fish, making it impossible to identify them.
Cui Cui dared not think any further.
She touched her stomach, feeling a wave of panic wash over her.
My period is several days late this month.
This has never happened before.
"mom......"
Cui Cui raised her head, her lips moved twice, and her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
Wang Ma was folding clothes when she heard this and looked up.
"No...it's nothing."
Cui Cui lowered her head again, swallowing back the words that were about to come out.
She dared not say it.
........
Office of the Folklore and Antiquities Survey Section, Xikou County Government Building.
The light is still on.
Ding Hongzhi sat behind his desk, his face ashen, his gloomy gaze fixed on the three men, including Officer Liang.
"What did you say? You didn't bring the person back?"
Officer Liang stood at the door, his face also looking rather unpleasant, and he kept his head down, not daring to look at him.
"Commissioner Ding, it's not that we don't want to bring them, it's just... someone is stopping us."
"Who? Who's the fool who dares to make things difficult for our investigation department!"
"The eldest daughter of the Zhao family, Zhao Wanqing."
Officer Liang paused, then added, "She's a Grandmaster of Internal Strength, and the three of us..."
The office fell silent for a moment.
Ding Hongzhi stopped pointing, his brows furrowing into a knot.
"Who are you talking about? Zhao Wanqing from the Zhao family?"
Ding Hongzhi's face instantly turned ugly.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back down.
Zhao Wanqing, a master of internal strength.
If these words were separated, they wouldn't be anything special.
But when put together, he knew very well that he couldn't afford to offend this young lady of the Zhao family.
Even if it were the director of the Sheng Hai General Bureau, let alone a special investigation commissioner like him, they wouldn't dare to offend him.
After all, her teacher was Lu Yuan, the vice principal of Shenghai Martial Arts University and a grandmaster of divine will.
Therefore, even if he went today, he wouldn't dare to make a move.
Thinking of this, Ding Hongzhi asked in a deep voice.
"What is Fang Shuwen's relationship with the Zhao family?"
Lin Xiu flicked his cigarette ash and said slowly, "His father was the gatekeeper of the Zhao family mansion, and he lived in the servants' quarters in the backyard of the Zhao mansion for more than ten years. As for his relationship with Zhao Wanqing..."
He thought for a moment, then shook his head: "It's not recorded in the documents, I don't know, I don't understand."
Ding Hongzhi fell silent.
He stood up, paced around the office a couple of times, and stopped at the window.
The night outside the window was as dark as ink, with only a few dim lights on the distant streets.
"Keep an eye on Fang Shuwen."
He turned around and looked at Lin Xiu with a deep gaze.
"Don't alert him, but record his every move. Who he meets, where he goes, and what he does—all of it must be documented."
finished,
Ding Hongzhi picked up the hat from the table and strode out of the office.
The footsteps faded into the distance along the corridor and disappeared at the top of the stairs.
The office fell silent.
Lin Xiu placed the unlit cigarette on the table, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the ceiling.
"Zhao Wanqing... just what abilities does this young lady possess that make Commissioner Ding so wary of her!"
He murmured something, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, but it was impossible to tell whether it was a smile or some other expression.
......
The next day, Fang Shuwen went to school as usual.
It's as if nothing happened yesterday.
When Lao Fang woke up in the morning, he wanted to ask something, but seeing Fang Shuwen's calm appearance, he swallowed his words.
Just as he was leaving, she chased after him to the courtyard gate and stuffed two hot meat buns into his hands.
"Take this, eat it for lunch."
Fang Shuwen took the steamed bun and glanced at Old Fang.
Old Fang's eyes were red, clearly he hadn't slept well all night, and he must have been worried about what happened yesterday.
"Dad, it's okay, don't worry."
Old Fang nodded, said nothing, and turned to go back.