OBS Chapter 399 Departure!
Chapter 399 Departure!
"That's a good method,"
Zhong Yuemin turned off the tape recorder, picked up a miniature speaker and fiddled with it, then walked up to Zhao Yongge and began to speak slowly.
"By using old underground passages to lay wires, and using a tape recorder and remote control, they created 'ghostly opera performances'."
You're using your uncle's unrequited love from back then to scare an old lady, all for a few old stamps and a photograph? Zhao Yongge, your hobby is certainly quite unique.
Zhao Yongge trembled all over. Upon hearing the word "uncle," he felt as if his spine had been removed, and he collapsed.
The defenses were completely breached.
"I...I didn't do it for anything..."
His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs.
"I just wanted to scare her... to get revenge for my uncle. Back then, she looked down on my uncle. She clearly didn't like him, but she never gave a clear answer, keeping him at arm's length. In the end, she drove my uncle crazy, ruining the rest of his life. He just passed away like that..."
It's all because of this woman. Why should she live a peaceful life?
I want her to live in fear. Those things... those things were keepsakes left by my uncle back then, and I have to get them back..."
The case was solved, the suspect was brought back to the station, and subsequent interrogation and evidence collection were handed over to the police.
As I left the police station, the night air was still cool and crisp.
"Laigen?"
Liu Daqiang handed Zhong Yuemin a cigarette, which he took and lit.
Then he lit one for himself, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.
"Damn it, after all this trouble, it's all for this trivial grudge. I thought it was some deep-seated hatred. Sometimes, the human heart is more frightening than any ghost."
Zhong Yuemin took a puff and said with a smile:
"Brother Liu, I can tell you're quite disappointed. So what? In your opinion, it would be better if a few people died, or if an old case was unearthed, that would be more satisfying?"
Liu Daqiang flicked his cigarette ash.
"It's not that bad, it just feels like it started strong but ended weakly. All that effort for just catching a petty thief, that feeling is pretty frustrating, you know?"
Zhong Yuemin said:
"Brother Liu, you're going to be busy for the next few years. You'd better do your best to make a name for yourself."
"What do you mean? How am I busy?"
“Look, the educated youth who were sent to the countryside back then are all coming back one after another. It’s not just a few hundred or a few thousand people, it’s tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.”
Zhong Yuemin said:
"With so many people returning to the city at once, how can we possibly manage the work? It's impossible. These young people don't have jobs, but they still need to eat and drink. If they're idle all day, all sorts of problems will arise."
"Your police are responsible for maintaining order in the city. Do you think you'll be busy then?"
He wasn't just making things up. It was precisely because of the rapid increase in urban population interest rates in recent years that various problems and troubles followed, and serious crimes increased dramatically, which led to the crackdown in 83.
Liu Daqiang nodded.
"Yuemin, if you ever come back from the military, I'll save you a position as a criminal investigation captain. You're a natural-born policeman, what do you say?"
Zhong Yuemin smiled,
"Brother Liu, thank you for your kindness. It's not that I look down on police work, but really, your job is not only tiring, but also very dangerous. Most importantly, the effort and income are not proportional at all. I finally managed to get out of the army, and now I'm jumping into another pit. Am I crazy?"
"You little brat, has our police station become a dump?"
Liu Daqiang was annoyed.
“I’m serious. You’re not short of money, kid. Coming to the police station will allow you to utilize your strengths, which is an honor in itself.”
"I've earned enough glory on the battlefield!"
Without saying much, he threw the cigarette butt, which was burning his butt, on the ground and stomped it out.
"Okay, I'm leaving now. You go ahead with your work."
Leave!
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The day of parting arrived again. At the train station platform, Xiaobai, his master, Xiaoyang, Zhulong, Liu Jing, Zheng Tong, and others came to see him off.
As he left, his master and Xiao Yang were also heading back to Hong Kong Island. They were going to give Liu Jing and Zhu Long some instructions about things there, especially keeping a close eye on Li Yuanchao's father's business there, making sure they didn't let their guard down.
Zhu Long patted his chest and said,
"Brother, put your mind at ease. That old bastard Li Hailong thinks he can hide his identity in Hong Kong just because he's in a different place."
We know all his deals, every line, every port, we're just waiting for you to say the word, and we can expose him completely!
Zhong Yuemin shook his head, a calculating glint in his eyes.
"No rush, the time isn't right yet. If we tear each other apart now, no one will benefit. We should cooperate where we can and make money where we can. We can keep clear accounts, one by one. There's no reason to refuse money that's offered to us."
"Got it, bro. Slow and steady wins the race; cutting with a dull knife hurts more!"
Zhu Long understood immediately.
After saying goodbye to everyone else, Xiaobai reluctantly bid farewell to her wife, repeatedly telling her to take good care of herself.
"You must keep in touch often, write to me frequently, and you're not allowed to flirt with those female soldiers in the cultural troupe. If I find out, I... I won't let you off the hook!"
He couldn't resist pinching his wife's slightly chubby cheeks. In the month or so since they came back, she'd gained a lot of weight and wasn't as thin as before.
"Don't worry, I'm not a member of an arts troupe, what kind of female soldier in an arts troupe? Just stay home and wait for your man to come back."
"Ok!"
The train whistled, thick smoke billowing from its engine, and without stopping, Haiyang, Ningwei, and I boarded the train, waved goodbye, and the train slowly pulled away from the platform.
In a relatively quiet corner on the other side of the platform, several figures stood silently.
Qin Ling, dressed in a beige trench coat, her figure graceful, watched the direction the train had disappeared in, let out a soft sigh, and a complex, indescribable expression appeared on her face as she murmured...
"They're finally gone!"
There was a sense of relief in his tone, mixed with reluctance.
Li Yan, who was holding a child nearby, couldn't help but joke upon seeing this.
"Qinling, if Yuemin saw your words and expression, he wouldn't feel good about it. What, now that he's gone, you're relieved?"
Qin Ling withdrew his gaze, glanced at Li Yan, then looked at Larissa, who was tall and had an exotic look, and said in a low voice with a hint of reproach and helplessness:
"Don't talk about me, don't you two think the same way?"
This guy… I don’t know where he gets all that energy every day. Xiaobai is here to look after things, but he still… he’s still so energetic. I’m really starting to run into trouble.”
Upon hearing this, Li Yan blushed slightly, spat out a curse, but didn't refute it; she quite agreed with this point.
Larissa, who is always very 'resilient', has a unique advantage as a foreign woman.
Profound, inclusive, broad...
But they still lost.
She blinked her deep, emerald-green eyes, a suggestive smile curving her lips, and said softly in slightly accented Chinese:
"Yuemin... is indeed a very special man with 'special talents'."