Chapter 982 [Observation] Because I wasn't in the mood at the time

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Cemetery.

Liu Qingyao stood in front of a tomb, holding Yang Jinghua's hand, staring blankly at the words on the tombstone, barely listening to what Yang Jinghua was saying.

“Ever since you disappeared, your father has been overwhelmed with work and searching for you. Four years ago… he finally got a chance to learn about the human trafficking gang that abducted you from a suspect, but he was maliciously targeted in retaliation while chasing that suspect… and ultimately died in a car accident…”

"And your mother has been dedicated to finding you. A year ago, she suddenly found a clue about you, but on her way to that town, she suddenly died due to overwork and increased cardiac load..."

Liu Qingyao lowered her head, her eyes filled with disbelief.

After a long silence, he placed the bouquet of flowers on the grave, turned around, and followed Yang Jinghua away.

Liu Qingyao's immediate family members had all passed away, so Yang Jinghua took him back to her home.

Going back three generations of Liu Qingyao's family, everyone was either in the military or in the police force; although her mother wasn't a police officer, she was a forensic pathologist.

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Except for the first year or two, when Liu Qingyao was somewhat taciturn, he later became much more talkative and sociable, perhaps not wanting to worry Uncle Yang or perhaps because he had recovered from his grief. In the end, through his own efforts and a bit of talent, he successfully entered the police academy and became a policeman.

Liu Qingyao, dressed in casual clothes, sat at a roadside stall eating wontons and chatting casually with her companions. However, she was secretly observing the small group of people opposite her, and even communicating with her companions through eye contact.

Once they showed a weakness, we rushed over and handcuffed them all in one fell swoop!

They only breathed a sigh of relief after all the prisoners were sent back to the police station.

"Brother Liu, you've worked hard today." The police officer in charge of the interrogation waved to Liu Qingyao.

Liu Qingyao returned a smile, "It's alright, I'll leave the rest to you."

"no problem!"

Returning to her seat, Liu Qingyao sighed, leaned back to relax, and took a sip of water.

"Hey! Brother Liu!"

Liu Qingyao suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder. She glanced over habitually, then nudged him with her elbow. "Get out of the way. Don't you know your own limitations?"

"Hey, you can't say that!" The man patted his shoulder, pulled up a chair and sat down next to him, propping his forehead up with one hand as he looked Liu Qingyao up and down. "Tsk tsk tsk, I'm not trying to be mean, but you're almost thirty, aren't you? Still not planning on finding a wife? You should know that there are plenty of policewomen in our station who are infatuated with you."

As he spoke, he pretended to be envious and clutched his chest, "It's hard to imagine that you still look like a college student. I'm only a few years younger than you, but I look like your uncle, oh my god."

"Don't try to take advantage of me like that!" Liu Qingyao rolled her eyes, amused. "As for the question you mentioned, of course I don't plan to."

"Hey, you... alright, alright!" The man shook his head with a helpless smile, then suddenly pulled out a wooden box no bigger than half a palm from his pocket and shoved it into Liu Qingyao's hand. "Here, this is for you. We all gave it to you together. We heard you were suddenly leaving, which gave us quite a shock. We quickly thought of giving you a souvenir gift, but you don't lack food or other necessities, so we could only give you something you definitely don't have!"

Liu Qingyao looked at the small box in her hand with surprise, then looked at the man with suspicion. "So mysterious? You can't just randomly give me a boyfriend, can you?"

Man: "..." You know you don't have a partner.

"It's not that bad." The man's lips twitched slightly, and he lightly punched Liu Qingyao's shoulder with his fist. "Why don't you open it and take a look?"

Liu Qingyao touched the switch on the small box with his finger, thought for a moment, then suddenly put the box away, his smile smug and annoying. "Maybe next time, I'm afraid it's not something good."

"..." The man froze for a moment, then jumped up pretending to be angry, reached out and pressed Liu Qingyao's head down and shook it, "You brat!"

Liu Qingyao feigned seriousness, "How dare you! I am your senior!"

"Alright, Senior Liu, Chief Hu is calling for you." A cheerful but energetic female voice came from the side.

Liu Qingyao looked up and saw a policewoman covering her mouth and chuckling.

"..."

"Yes, yes, yes, go ahead, Senior Liu." The man beside him was also laughing so hard he was shaking.

Liu Qingyao exaggeratedly adopted a senior's attitude, saying, "I'm magnanimous, I won't hold it against you."

"Yes!" The man immediately saluted him with a serious expression, but the smile in his eyes betrayed him.

Not only that, everyone else, including Liu Qingyao, laughed.

Inside the headquarters office.

Looking at the spirited young Liu Qingyao, Chief Hu had a stern face but his eyes were full of smiles. "Your resignation has been approved. We are very grateful for your contributions over the years."

"This is what I should do." Liu Qingyao's eyes curved into a smile.

Hu, the brigade leader, had deep feelings for Yang Jinghua and Liu Qingyao's father. Although there had been a break in the relationship for several years, he had watched Liu Qingyao grow up.

He sighed with emotion, "Your parents will definitely be proud of you."

Upon hearing this, Liu Qingyao smiled slightly, then sighed almost imperceptibly and nodded. "Yes, I still remember that I initially wanted to become a policeman to arrest all the guys who kidnapped me, but I never expected to have been a policeman for so many years without even realizing it."

As he spoke, he exclaimed, "I'm truly worthy of myself; I admire myself."

Captain Hu couldn't help but burst out laughing. After stopping his laughter, he looked at Liu Qingyao with a smile and said, "You have to take good care of yourself from now on."

"Don't worry, Uncle Hu, I can take care of myself."

Upon hearing this, Chief Hu raised an eyebrow, "How about..."

Liu Qingyao's eyelids twitched, and the smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a serious salute. "Thank you for your guidance, Commander Hu. I suddenly remembered that I have some things to take care of, so I'll have to slip away... ah, no, I'll retreat first."

After saying that, he turned and left, as if a raging flood or ferocious beast was behind him.

Chief Hu: "..."

That kid, he ran off really fast before he even finished speaking.

"How harmonious!" Liu Qingyao exclaimed to herself.

Behrfinger: "...You don't even spare yourself."

"Speaking of which, if we calculate the time, isn't Brother Liu already in his thirties or forties?" someone suddenly exclaimed in shock.

"No, I can't tell at all. He looks like a college student."

Bertrand: "What a stylish uncle, he even has highlights."

Liu Qingyao: "Hehe."

Morataya: "Quickly find a girlfriend for our dear Brother Liu!"

Liu Qingyao: "...No, not at all."

The time on the screen began to rewind, returning to three months after Liu Qingyao escaped from the deep mountains.

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A boy of about ten years old stood in front of a table with a map on it. He stared at the map with an expression of indifference that was different from that of his peers.

The locations he marked on the map were the places where he was abducted and where he was sold.

Based on the information his parents had also gathered, the boy combined it all together.

However, after so many years, some information may no longer be accurate.

The boy picked up a pen, wrote some annotations next to the map, and put the map away after verifying that it was correct.

When it was time to go to school, he picked up his schoolbag and headed towards the school.

Suddenly noticing a gaze fixed on him, the boy keenly looked up and met the eyes of the person staring at him.

He was a young man with shoulder-length hair tied up, wearing glasses, and looking very refined.

The boy looked at the other person, paused for two seconds, then looked away and continued walking forward, seemingly not caring much. However, after school, he subconsciously glanced at the spot where the other person had been standing.

Looking for me?

Suddenly, a cheerful voice rang in my ears.

The boy immediately turned his head to look and took two steps back, his eyes cold but also hiding a hint of wariness.

The young man smiled at him. "So you weren't looking for me after all."

juvenile:"……"

The young man sized him up. "You seem to be..."

The boy looked up and glanced at him. "What do you want to say?"

The young man bent down slightly to look at him and smiled, "Shall we chat?"

After saying that, the young man didn't wait for his reply and turned around to sit down at a roadside stall next to him, even ordering two servings of wontons.

juvenile:"……"

He stared at the young man for a few seconds, then finally sat down opposite him, and was teased by the auntie selling wontons: "Oh my, both the little boy and the older brother are very handsome!"

juvenile:"……?"

The young man ate his wontons and wasn't in a hurry to chat with the boy anymore. The latter, somewhat speechless, started finishing his bowl as well.

Although you shouldn't eat things given by strangers, this was brought over by my aunt, and it would be a waste not to eat it.

After finishing his meal, the young man elegantly wiped his lips and smiled at the boy who had also just finished eating. "You're not really yourself, are you?"

The boy paused, looked at him for two seconds, then lowered his eyes and responded softly. Perhaps he had been suppressing his feelings for too long and it was time to confide in someone, so he began, "I don't know when I appeared. Maybe it was right after I was taken away, or maybe it was during the years I spent in that village."

"You want revenge?" The young man didn't lower his voice, as if he wasn't afraid of being overheard.

The boy glanced subconsciously at the guests at the next table, but found that they seemed not to have heard him, and did not cast a curious or subconscious glance at him.

He turned to look at the young man, unsure how to respond.

The young man smiled. "Why do you think you came into this world?"

The boy paused for two seconds, then answered in a flat voice, "So that he can become the person he dreams of being."

"Of course I want revenge, but I need to do it in other ways," the boy said expressionlessly.

The young man rested his chin on his hand, looking at him with interest. "I can help you, what do you think?"

juvenile:"?"

He looked at the young man with suspicion.

Morataya took a breath. "So why are you running around everywhere, Godfather?"

R smiled and asked, "Any comments?"

Morataya: "Of course not, Godfather~"

Liu Qingyao: "..."

He smirked slightly. "So, Godfather, are you doing charity?"

R raised his hand to cover his mouth and smiled slightly, "Maybe, I just wanted to find something to do when I was bored."

Behringer blinked, then suddenly realized and clenched his fist. "I get it. I'm the Godfather's plaything when he's bored."

R: "?"

Others: "..."

"Gugu, your choice of words is really inappropriate!"

Behringer innocently pointed at his finger, "They've never been to school."

"..."

The young man smiled slightly and reassured her, "Don't worry, I'm only helping you on a whim out of boredom. How much I can help you depends entirely on my mood. If you're okay with it, wait for me here this weekend."

After saying this, the young man got up, paid the auntie selling wontons, and left.

juvenile:"……"

That's really strange.

But for some reason, it seems like I can believe it a little bit.

The boy walked back to Uncle Yang's house while thinking, politely greeted his aunt, and went back to his room.

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Time flies, and it's the weekend.

The boy arrived at the agreed-upon place early in the morning, but because no time was specified, he didn't see the young man appear until noon.

"Let's go."

The young man greeted him with a smile as soon as he saw him.

The boy paused for a moment, then stood up and followed him without saying a word. Although he was indifferent, his words were surprisingly direct.

After walking for a while, he looked up at the young man and asked, "Why are you smiling the whole time? Aren't you tired?"

The young man smiled and glanced back at him, his smile widening slightly. "I don't think so, just like some people have a blank expression when they relax their face."

The boy paused, then nodded slightly. "Okay."

After saying these words, the two of them arrived at their destination without uttering a single word.

With a blank expression, the boy glanced at the not-so-high mountain in front of him, then looked back at the city behind him, and asked the young man, "What are we doing here?"

"Training." The young man approached him with a smile, reached out and patted his shoulder. "You're very suited to practicing various martial arts."

"Martial arts?" The boy thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "That's a good idea."

"Let's begin now." The young man snapped his fingers.

Their clothes were immediately changed into sportswear suitable for exercise.

Boy: "? What is this?"

"Magic?" The young man raised an eyebrow slightly and answered with a smile.

The boy paid no attention to this and began to learn martial arts from this young man whose name he didn't even know.

It was much more difficult than he had imagined.

The boy thought to himself, his face expressionless.

Morataya paused for a moment, took out a handkerchief to wipe away imaginary tears, and choked out, "...So Godfather knows martial arts. Why didn't you teach us yourself before? Did you lose your love?"

The Godfather smiled slightly: "I wasn't in the mood at the time, so I didn't want to teach myself."