Zhou Mingli lowered his eyes. "Not necessarily."
“What a coincidence, that’s what I was thinking too.” Jiang Ci’s eyelashes drooped, the corners of her lips turned up, and she turned and walked into the house. “I heard he was a retired soldier and that he participated in the Korean War.”
"He doesn't seem like the kind of person who would let a thief who embezzles state property get away with it."
The captain's shock and anger were genuine. If Li Hu were to be locked up in the fenced area in the future, and Xia Lei were to ask the captain about it, he would likely not only fail to get an answer from the captain, but would also arouse the captain's suspicion.
Zhou Mingli agreed with Jiang Ci's words and nodded silently.
As for Boss Zhou...
A dark glint flashed in Zhou Mingli's eyes; he wouldn't be able to get out either.
Upon entering, Zhou Mingli asked, "Would you like to bring Yangyang and Miaomiao back to sleep?"
"The house is still a mess, let them sleep at Yu's house first, we'll tidy up."
With such a big incident happening to the Zhou family, the brigade leader reluctantly made an exception for Zhou Mingli, allowing him to stay home with Jiang Ci to sort things out. The wheat had to be taken away tomorrow, and there were still many things to do, so he had to take care of his own family's affairs first.
Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli stopped talking and began cleaning up the things inside the house.
Earlier today, the two of them had hidden all the valuables, including the noodles and meat, and locked them in the kitchen.
And all the good fabrics and quilts were put away in the closet. The things kept in the room were actually of little value.
The only problem is that blood gets everywhere, which is a bit of a hassle to clean up.
There was also blood on the newspapers pasted on the walls.
This is really difficult; this room is about to become even scarier than a haunted house.
"We absolutely must buy white paint and repaint the whole house!" Jiang Ci shouted after trying to hold back for a while.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mingli nodded earnestly, "Okay."
By the time Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli had finished packing everything, they had no idea how much time had passed.
Jiang Ci was exhausted. She forced herself to take a cold shower and collapsed onto the bed with fresh sheets, her eyelids drooping.
Zhou Mingli was in a similar situation, but he still had something on his mind and couldn't fall asleep for a while after calming down.
He turned over to face Jiang Ci.
The room was dark and nothing could be seen clearly, but the faint scent of face cream emanating from Jiang Ci told Zhou Mingli that Jiang Ci was lying peacefully beside him.
Of the two events that happened tonight, it was clear that the one on Jiang Ci's side was more dangerous. Two grown men had entered the house, and if anything went wrong, Zhou Mingli didn't even want to think about the scene.
The blood he saw while cleaning the room left Zhou Mingli with lingering fear, and he became increasingly terrified as he lay in bed.
"Miss Jiang," Zhou Mingli called out softly in a hoarse voice.
Jiang Ci was extremely sleepy, and only lazily made a nasal sound, "Hmm?"
People who are so close, yet so far away.
Zhou Mingli shifted his body slightly. "Shake hands, please?"
Jiang Ci was about to fall asleep, so she turned over, opened her arms, and landed on Zhou Mingli.
Zhou Mingli held his breath, paused for a while, then raised his arm and grabbed her hand.
He slipped his fingers between hers and held hers tightly.
Fingers interlocked.
Zhou Mingli, "Miss Jiang?"
Jiang Ci was almost asleep and didn't answer him. She just turned over again, as if unconsciously, or like when they used to spend the New Year together and were so busy with social engagements that they were only ready to rest in the early hours of the morning. Even though she was extremely tired, she would still come over when he deliberately called her name and give him a perfunctory kiss on the face, clearly telling him that she didn't want to do anything tonight and just wanted to sleep.
The scent of face cream wafted from Miss Jiang's body, which was close to him. Her hair brushed against his face, and she gave him a quick, perfunctory kiss on the cheek. Then, Miss Jiang, having finished teasing him, ruthlessly pulled her hand away from his and found a soft, comfortable spot in his arms, where she fell into a deeper sleep.
Zhou Mingli's breath hitched. His heart seemed to stop beating the moment Jiang Ci kissed him, then surged with reluctance as she left. His adrenaline surged like a rollercoaster, finally settling down after she gently leaned against him.
It felt as if a hot spring had been injected into his heart, which was still cold with fear. The warmth made Zhou Mingli's eyes well up with tears.
The long-awaited embrace felt like a lifetime had passed. Zhou Mingli softened his breathing, slowed his movements, and softened his tone.
He leaned closer to her, put his arm around her, and whispered, "Goodnight, Jiang Ci."
Town hospital.
Tao Susu was on duty last night, and four emergency patients arrived in the early hours of the morning.
The three men and one woman had their injuries bandaged, but it didn't help much.
She had been quite depressed lately because of her husband's arrest. When she saw people coming, she frowned and asked, "What happened? How did you get so badly injured?"
The captain and the accompanying police officer were also helpless, saying, "Fighting and illicit relationships."
Tao Susu: "?"
The police said, "Dr. Tao, let's take a look at them first. Three of them have head injuries."
Tao Susu finished her strong tea and nodded. "Okay, then you can wait outside."
Apart from the four injured, the group remained outside the emergency room.
Besides the captain and two police officers, the people who came included Chunhua, Zhou Huai, and Zhou Laoda's wife.
Chunhua kept crying, her gaze towards Zhou Huai filled with resentment and hatred, as if she were transferring her hatred for Widow Wang onto this little girl.
Zhou Huai huddled up, his thin body bony, barely daring to breathe, clutching his pocket.
Tonight, while she was sleeping at home, someone suddenly came and banged on the door, saying that her mother was injured and that she should quickly take the money and leave.
Heaven knows Zhou Huai was only eight or nine years old. He was completely stunned and bewildered after hearing this, not knowing what to do.
In the end, it was Aunt Lian who came and helped Zhou Huai find the money that Widow Wang had hidden.
Widow Wang was very rich; she had filled an entire iron box with ten-yuan notes!
Aunt Lian looked at the emaciated Zhou Huai again, and cursed inwardly that Widow Wang was not human. She took out the money from the iron box and handed it to Zhou Huai, and put the rest back. "Little Huai, take this money and go with your brigade leader grandpa."
Zhou Huai, feeling helpless, followed the group to the town's hospital.
She was still in a daze, staring blankly with her head down, not saying a word.
After Tao Susu finished treating the injuries of the four people, the fatigue on her face became even more pronounced.
Chunhua hurriedly went up to ask, "Doctor, is my husband alright? Is he okay?"
Tao Susu asked, "Who is your husband?"
Chunhua's expression was a little strange, but she still said, "That... the part down there was kicked to pieces..."
Tao Susu's expression also became subtle. She pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "His egg was broken. I sewed it up for him, so at least it still looks somewhat decent, but..."
Tao Susu paused for a moment, then asked, "You have children, right?"
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