Chapter 74 Getting Harder and Harder to Understand!
Unbeknownst to them, this Jianuoan Sanatorium has become another home for Zhu Qing, Sheng Fang, and Aunt Ping.
Whenever the medical staff heard laughter coming from the VIP suite, they knew that this family was reunited. This space, which should have been quiet and filled with the smell of disinfectant, became warmer because of their arrival. Meals carefully prepared by the nutritionist and Aunt Ping's signature home-cooked dishes were served one after another, and the tempting aromas wafted even from under the door, filling the entire floor with a warm and inviting atmosphere.
The young nurses at the nurses' station privately remarked that since Ms. Sheng regained consciousness, even the atmosphere at work had become less tense. Especially with that adorable little boy, who would occasionally toddle out of his ward and hop around in the corridor. Soon after, his niece would drag him back. The sight of this uncle and niece chasing each other always made the on-duty medical staff chuckle, secretly wishing that the entire nursing home could be this vibrant.
However, reality is often cruel. As Hong Kong's most exclusive private sanatorium, the fees here are staggering, and the patients are all wealthy and powerful, but very few can truly enjoy the company of their families. How many families abandon their loved ones here like a burden, feeling at ease just paying the monthly medical and nursing fees on time, and even taking a step into the ward to visit them feels superfluous.
They will never understand that what people in hospital beds crave most is never expensive medicine, but a hug or a greeting from a loved one. Like Sheng Peirong, who miraculously awoke after years in a coma, perhaps it was because her family never gave up on her.
At that moment, Shengfang was tiptoeing to tidy up the newspapers scattered on the coffee table.
His little hands were chubby, but surprisingly nimble. He held the newspaper by the corners with meticulous care, just like a little newsboy.
Aunt Ping leaned close to Sheng Peirong's ear and whispered that this was all thanks to Zhu Qing's months of teaching and guidance. The little one's self-reliance was truly astonishing; not only could she pack her own schoolbag, but she could even fold clothes with remarkable skill. Whenever Aunt Ping brought in the washed and dried clothes, she would see the little one sitting upright on the sofa, carefully folding each piece of clothing neatly, then skipping into the room to sort and put them away.
“The young master is so sensible now.” Aunt Ping sighed with a smile. “It feels like just a few months ago, he was still rolling around in the children’s room halfway up the mountain, throwing tantrums and needing Marissa to feed him. Now he’s a completely different person… Sometimes I’m in a daze.”
Sheng Peirong always imagined her daughter and younger brother living together, based on Aunt Ping's snippets of conversation.
She imagined the two children as two seedlings, huddled together in the storm, supporting each other to get to where they are today. Aunt Ping always said that now that she was awake, the uncle and nephew finally had someone to rely on. These words made Sheng Peirong secretly determined to recover as soon as possible and become their strong support.
A rehabilitation assessment report was gently placed in front of her.
"The training intensity is too high," Zhu Qing reminded, frowning. "The doctor said that recovery should be gradual; haste makes waste."
Sheng Peirong nodded and smiled, "I understand."
"Big sister's lying," Fangfang suddenly exposed in her childish voice. "When you go to work tomorrow, she'll definitely be secretly practicing again!"
This little guy is a real rascal; he knows too much, and nothing can be hidden from him.
"No, Mom will get some rest." Sheng Peirong assured her confidently.
On one side was her mother, who worked even harder than her, and on the other side was her uncle, who patted his chest and promised to strictly supervise her. Zhu Qing felt that neither of the siblings was as reliable as the other.
But at this moment, time was of the essence, and she had to rush to the scene.
"There's an urgent case, I have to go." Zhu Qing shook her car keys and turned to Sheng Fang, "What about you?"
Although Sheng Peirong had long known about her daughter's job, this was the first time she had witnessed her daughter rushing off after receiving a phone call. Zhu Qing's turn was swift and efficient; she had already reached the door as she spoke, every movement remarkably efficient.
"I don't want to go home and be alone in an empty house." Fangfang waved her little hand.
Zhu Qing quickly told Aunt Ping, "His schoolbag is on the sofa. Please call a taxi tomorrow morning to take him to kindergarten."
"Mom, I'm leaving now."
When Zhu Qing first uttered the word "Mom," her ears turned bright red. But gradually, this title, twenty years overdue, became easier and easier to say. Every call carried warmth, making her steps unconsciously lighter.
"Go ahead, be careful."
Zhu Qing squinted her eyes.
This advice didn't come from the mother, but from the uncle who acted like a little adult.
Sheng Peirong chuckled; her younger brother had already escorted Coco to the door before her.
He leaned halfway out: "See you tomorrow."
Didn't we agree that you shouldn't hit someone who's smiling at you?
But the last words his niece left behind chilled his heart.
"Shengfang, from today onwards you can only watch TV on weekends."
With a "thud," the little one plopped down on the floor: "Why?!"
The sweet, childlike voice of Shengfang was heart-wrenching, while Zhu Qing's figure had already disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Fangfang lay sadly on the ground, her short arms and legs spread out in a large "X" shape.
"Sister, look at your daughter!"
With Coco not around, Sheng Peirong stood firmly on her younger brother's side: "I will definitely talk to her properly."
Aunt Ping laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight: "Young master, who told you to use the phrase 'alone in an empty room' so carelessly?"
Heaven knows which TV series the little one learned those lines from.
After his niece warned him several times, she finally took away his remote control.
Fangfang looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.
His little face was filled with despair: "Isn't being alone in an empty room just being by yourself?"
Why can't I say it?
Their Qingzai is getting harder and harder to understand!
...
At 7:50 p.m., at the entrance of Xiaguang Theater.
The faded and worn neon lights flickered in the night, and the police tape had been put up, swaying gently in the breeze.
Several passersby stopped, peered out, and whispered among themselves.
"Why are there so many police officers? What happened?"
"Wasn't this old theater supposed to close down a long time ago? Even the posters are so faded, yet it's still open for business."
Zhu Qing raised her hand to hang her police badge around her neck, lifted the police tape, and strode towards the screening room.
Zeng Yongshan had already arrived. She turned around, greeted them, and gestured for them to come over.
"This theater has three screening rooms. The other two are almost always empty."
"When the incident happened, this screening room was showing 'The Dream,' a romance film from more than ten years ago. Actually, theaters all over the city were showing classic films again, but this one was particularly deserted."
Zhu Qing recalled the poster for "Seeking Dreams" displayed at the entrance of the movie theater.
The poster is faded, the male and female leads embrace in the rain, and even the shooting techniques and color tones show the marks of time. Who would have thought that such a beautiful and romantic old movie would be connected with a murder case?
“I’ve seen this movie, and I cried so much my eyes were swollen,” Zeng Yongshan murmured. “It’s so poignant… Every time I see this movie in the future, I’ll be reminded of the murder case, and I probably won’t be able to relive it again.”
“Just like that song ‘Moonlight,’ I dare not listen to it again.” Xu Jiale joked.
"Still chatting? Be careful Ah-tou doesn't yell at you." Hao-zai walked over and gestured with his chin toward the corner of the screening room. "The first person to discover the body is over there."
Uncle Qian, the cleaner, was trembling as he recorded a statement, his hands clasped together nervously.
"I thought he was just asleep. It's common for men to fall asleep during movies; he's done it often before, even snoring after the movie ends. I kept calling to him—" he recalled the scene, "Sir, the movie's over, it's time to get up..."
“But he wouldn’t move at all. I pushed him and found…” Uncle Qian’s face was grim, “His whole body was stiff and ice-cold…”
Zhu Qing looked around.
The old-fashioned movie theater seats were made of dark red velvet, worn and pilling, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air. It smelled like spilled soda seeping into the fabric and fermenting over the years to create a strange odor.
"Are there any other witnesses?" Zhu Qing asked.
Before the words were finished, footsteps came from outside the door.
Dr. Cheng has arrived.
Cheng Xinglang carried his survey kit across the cordon, followed by his familiar assistant. He naturally stood next to Zhu Qing, putting on rubber gloves as he asked about the situation in a low, steady, and clear voice.
The deceased, wearing a black jacket, stood out conspicuously in the center seat of the last row.
This was a middle-aged man, his head slightly tilted back, his posture relaxed, as if he were simply immersed in a movie plot. Only upon closer inspection could one discover that his body was already stiff, his skin a bluish-white, as if drained of all its color.
Dr. Cheng pried open the deceased's eyelids.
Those eyes had long since lost focus, and the pupils were dilated.
“The cleaning was just a perfunctory job. He came to the movies alone and didn’t buy any food. How much trash could he possibly generate? The old cleaning man didn’t even bring a trash can. He just came in and took a quick look around. At first, we didn’t take it seriously and didn’t even turn on the lights,” Xiao Sun said in a low voice. “But the man just sat there. The old man thought he was sleeping so soundly that he called out to him a few times. When he couldn’t wake him up, he turned on the lights to check on him.”
"I could tell something was wrong as soon as I touched it; it was as hard as wood. There must be something wrong with it."
"Are there any signs that the scene has been moved?"
"Probably not. The cleaning staff said that apart from nudging my shoulder to check, they didn't move anything else. There were no drag marks on the carpet around the seat either."
Cheng Xinglang put on a mask and began the preliminary autopsy.
His movements were precise and swift; his fingertips gently parted the deceased's collar, revealing a narrow ligature mark on his neck.
This was a deep purple mark, which was also the cause of the deceased's death.
“Death was caused by strangulation with a steel wire rope,” Cheng Xinglang said calmly. “Judging from the degree of corneal opacity and body temperature, the time of death was between one and a half and two hours ago.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted the deceased's wrist and pressed down with his fingertips.
Liang Qikai glanced at his watch: "The movie starts at 5:40, which means..."
"The time of death basically coincides with the opening time of the movie."
Dr. Cheng gently lifted the deceased's chin, revealing the complete ligature marks.
"Rigoletto has just begun to form in the neck muscles."
Is this the scene of the crime?
"It's basically certain."
"The direction of the force is to cut in diagonally from the left."
Zhu Qing lifted the armrest between the two seats.
The victim was sitting in the last row, where the seats in the screening room were very close together. She imagined how the killer sat to her left in the dark and used a steel cable to carry out this series of actions.
Mo Zhenbang's voice came from the back row: "Check the ticket sales records for this seat."
The theater manager stood at the entrance of the screening room, too afraid to go inside.
"Officer, is someone really dead?"
"He only sold one ticket for this movie, so the left-hand seat you mentioned is definitely empty."
The ticket seller stepped forward and said, "When he bought the ticket, I specifically reminded him... he could sit anywhere, since all the seats were empty."
The forensic team members crouched down and carefully collected the movie ticket that had fallen to the floor of the screening room into the evidence bag.
The movie ticket was crumpled, showing the screening time at the time of the incident, and the seat was located in the middle right of the screening room.
"The seating chart clearly indicates it wasn't the last row, meaning the deceased chose to sit there themselves?"
"That's normal. I usually like to sit in the back when I watch movies."
"The theater was spacious, and he chose a good seat, sitting right in the middle of the last row."
“This deceased person…” Zeng Yongshan suddenly murmured, “He seems somewhat familiar.”
Zhu Qing and Cheng Xinglang approached the deceased almost simultaneously.
Their shoulders brushed against each other unintentionally, yet both were intently staring at the lifeless face.
It captures every tiny, easily overlooked texture.
Standing in the aisle, Zeng Yongshan couldn't help but shiver and rub her arms.
These two! Faced with a bizarre corpse, can't they show even a hint of the panic they should?
...
Mo Zhenbang stood in the center of the screening room, looking around, his eyes not missing any possible entrances or exits.
Subordinates came forward one after another to report, their footsteps echoing.
"The deceased was clean; there was no ID card, pager, or mobile phone... and the cash in his wallet was still there."
"The ticket seller said that he came to buy a ticket alone and was smiling, saying that he was looking forward to the movie. There was nothing wrong with him at the time. Most of the people who come to see these old movies being re-released are middle-aged people who are nostalgic."
"This lousy theater doesn't even have security cameras." Haozai kicked the wobbly seat. "There's just an old man dozing off at the ticket gate; anyone can sneak in."
Mo Zhenbang flipped through the notebook handed to him by his subordinates and quickly assigned tasks.
"Jiale went to check the deceased's fingerprints and compared them with the missing persons database."
“Yongshan and Zhu Qing visited shops near the theater to see if anyone noticed any suspicious people.”
"And also..."
Yesterday afternoon during tea, they were joking in the CID office, saying this job was practically a retirement home, considering it had been over twenty days since the last case. Who knew this would happen today? Uncle Li teased, "Who's the jinx? They'll be fined if they say something like that again."
"This mouth is truly blessed; it only brings good things to life, not bad ones."
A gust of wind blew in from the theater entrance, and several police officers instinctively shrank their necks.
Everyone watched with longing as the forensic pathologists and forensic specialists packed up their tools, preparing to return to the warmth of the police station. Meanwhile, they could only continue their arduous journey in the cold wind.
Just as Cheng Xinglang was about to get into the car, he suddenly turned to Zhu Qing and said, "Thank you for the gift."
The metal bookmark was now perfectly wedged into the textbook on Cheng Xinglang's desk. This morning, Ah Ben had tried to snatch it to look at, but Cheng Xinglang had quickly protected it.
Zeng Yongshan also shook her wrist, revealing a delicate bracelet: "I'm using one too! I love it!"
In the darkness of the night, Zhu Qing's lips curled into a slight smile.
So this is what it feels like to have a gift you gave appreciated.
At 10 p.m., Zhu Qing was driving alone on an empty street.
The cold wind howled past the car window; late autumn was almost over, and winter was just around the corner.
She drove very slowly and took an extra detour, not really wanting to go home.
Before, it didn't matter whether it was early or late, whether it was a dormitory in an orphanage or a police academy, it was just a place to sleep. But now it's different—did Mom's rehabilitation training go well tonight? Is Aunt Ping nagging her to get some rest again?
There's still time to let it go.
He should be fast asleep by now, probably still clutching the plush bear he won at the amusement park.
My niece actually misses him a little when he's not around.
When the red light came on, Zhu Qing stepped on the brake.
She suddenly realized that this was what it meant to be concerned.
...
Little Fangfang sat by the hospital bed, excitedly talking non-stop.
Sheng Peirong was surprised to discover that this little one knew everything about Coco's past—
He had never been a part of her childhood.
Fangfang knew that her niece's director at the orphanage was surnamed Guo, and her best friend was Sister Xinxin. When older children bullied others at the orphanage, she would punch them and knock them down. After that, even the older children dared not utter a sound in front of her. When talking about it excitedly, the little one would embellish the story, for example, by clenching her chubby little fists and gently blowing on them. Sheng Peirong couldn't help but smile. She thought that a child like Keke, who didn't show her emotions outwardly, probably wouldn't have used this tactic at the orphanage.
Shengfang also knows that Qingzai always wins fights. When the principal punishes her, she refuses to admit defeat or her mistakes. She just stands there for a very long time without uttering a sound.
"That's why she's so skilled; her grappling techniques deserve full marks."
"Qingzai received a first-class honor at the police academy; there's only one spot for that in the entire school each year!"
Fangfang looked proud, as if she were the one who had received the honor.
"Qingzai was injured during training, but she didn't cry."
"If you get injured, just bandage it yourself..."
Sheng Peirong listened quietly.
Through these fragmented moments, she seemed to see her daughter's growth trajectory, that stubborn figure facing all the storms alone.
"He's good at fighting and solving cases. Even the instructors praised Qingzai, saying he'll definitely be a good policeman in the future."
"Young master, how do you even know this?" Aunt Ping couldn't help but interject.
Fangfang raised her chin.
Of course, this was said by the dorm supervisor at the police academy who loved knitting. She collected and compiled information about the children from all directions, so no one knew Qingzai better than her.
“Speaking of police academy…” Aunt Ping shook her head and sighed, “When we went there, it was summer, and the dormitory was as hot as a steamer. Even I could hardly stand it. Qingqing stayed there for so long. That child is really good at enduring hardship.”
She didn't have to suffer like this.
"Our Qingzai has a brilliant idea!" Fangfang exclaimed eagerly. "She splashed cold water on the ground, and with a 'splash,' it cooled her down."
The time spent at Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy is a precious memory that will be cherished by the children.
Fangfang had forgotten how hot it was back then, how he was constantly drenched in sweat, and how noisy and hot the oscillating electric fan was… He only knew that in the bunk bed, Qingzai lay on the top row and he lay on the bottom row, and every time he turned over, the bed would make a slight creak. That was the most reassuring sound, but the baby was too young to describe it.
“We’ll also ride the minibus together. Sister, do you know how to take the minibus? You have to queue.”
"It's a really long journey, and we have to transfer buses."
“Qingzai is good at math.” Shengfang pinched her short fingers together. “Just like this, by counting on her fingers, she can remember every single route!”
Sheng Peirong listened intently.
She ruffled her little brother's hair and said, "You're amazing, you have such a good memory."
Fangfang can't stand being praised; if someone praises him, he'll become even more amazing!
Therefore, the younger brother kept going on and on: "And also, our Qingzai 'whooshed' out of a building more than ten stories high!"
"What?" Sheng Peirong gasped in shock. "How dangerous can a building more than ten stories high be?"
Aunt Ping tried to stop it, but it was too late.
The little girl reported everything that should and shouldn't be said to her older sister.
"The most dangerous thing was yet to come. Qingzai hit her collarbone with a 'thud' and fractured it!"
"They even took photos!"
Sheng Pei-rong: "Is it an X-ray?"
What happened to Coco afterward?
"She was hospitalized, and all her colleagues came to visit her."
"It's that serious... and he's even hospitalized?"
"After being put in a plaster cast, I drink pork bone soup every day."
Sheng Peirong's heart clenched in pain.
She couldn't be by her daughter's side during those thrilling moments and glorious instants.
It was late at night, and the hands of the wall clock were pointing to 10:10.
Aunt Ping's responses became sluggish, and she was ushered to the inner room to rest. This was Sheng Peirong's insistence; Aunt Ping was not young, and the accompanying bed was too hard, which was bad for her back.
Fangfang is a child, and his older sister says he has no back, so he can sleep anywhere.
He nestled in the cot, his little mouth still chattering away.
"We also went to Liyuan Amusement Park..."
"Qingzai said she would take me to Ocean Park when she has a holiday."
"I also want to see sea lions."
"Put it down." Sheng Peirong's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she gently pressed down on his waving little hand: "Big sister wants to sleep."
Fangfang's eyes widened instantly.
If my older sister had told him she was going to bed at 10 pm, he wouldn't have stayed. It was a real mistake.
The baby lay in bed, blinking his big eyes in the darkness.
He guessed that Qingzai must miss him a lot too.
...
Nearly 24 hours have passed since the murder, but the identity of the deceased remains a mystery.
The officers from Major Crimes Unit B spent the whole day out on the case, but their efforts yielded very little result.
In front of the grocery store next to the Xiaguang Theater, the owner was leisurely eating sunflower seeds.
"Ten years ago, Xiaguang Theater was a very popular place. The line to buy tickets stretched all the way to my door." He pointed to the entrance of the store. "The line was so long that people would often buy snacks and soft drinks while they were waiting in line."
"Business is good, even my little shop is benefiting."
"Things aren't doing well these past two years. I heard it's about to go bankrupt. There are more employees than spectators."
"Yesterday? Yesterday my aunt's family had a wedding, so they closed the shop at five o'clock."
Zhu Qing's pen stopped on the notebook: "Did you notice any suspicious people entering or leaving the theater this evening?"
“Madam,” the boss chuckled. “There’s never a soul around there, who would be watching? Don’t even mention me, even their own employees might not notice. I saw the ticket seller sneak off to get her hair done during work hours one day.”
The investigation continued until dusk, but almost no useful clues were found.
Back at the police station, the other colleagues also looked worried. The whiteboard in the meeting room had very little information.
"The deceased was male, between forty and forty-five years old." Mo Zhenbang drew a line on the whiteboard with his marker. "Time of death, murder weapon..."
"A notice has been issued to identify the body, and fingerprints are being compared."
"But if an adult male goes missing for only 24 hours, his family may not immediately report it to the police."
The case was deadlocked from the very beginning.
The theater was struggling financially, barely surviving on its savings. Five employees were present at the time of the incident, but none of them heard anything unusual. While the soundproofing in the screening room wasn't great, the sound system was still powerful enough to mask any possible struggle sounds, even in an old theater, for a movie was playing.
“Strangulation with a steel wire rope only takes a few seconds,” Zhu Qing analyzed. “The deceased may not even have had time to call for help.”
Mo Zhenbang stared blankly at the whiteboard.
This case has been strange from the very beginning.
The atmosphere in the meeting room was heavy until the arrival of Shengfang, a child, broke the silence.
Fang Fang has become a regular at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station. Even Inspector Ong greets him with a smile, completely forgetting that at the beginning, he reminded Zhu Qing with a dark face that family matters and work should not be mixed up.
Shengfang, a little girl, had just finished school and was pestering Aunt Ping to come and pick up her niece.
Aunt Ping first took him to the police station, then remembered that she was still missing ingredients for the medicinal meal she was going to prepare, so she hurriedly rushed to the market.
Seeing the flowers in full bloom reminded everyone that they had originally planned to celebrate Zhu Qing's mother's successful surgery.
Haozai laughed and said, "Let's first figure out where to celebrate, to find some motivation."
"Come visit our new villa!" Shengfang warmly invited.
"A new villa?" everyone exclaimed in unison.
Mingming had just attended Zhu Qing's housewarming party a few months ago.
Amidst a chorus of jokes about whether he could get the old house, Mo Zhenbang chuckled and reached for his promotion exam materials. The case was complicated, and the exam was fast approaching; the days ahead were anything but easy.
"Go back and rest," he finally announced.
The police have done everything they could; now all they can do is wait.
We await the family members to identify the body and forensic experts to provide new clues.
The little boy breathed a sigh of relief.
It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Time to wrap up.
After leaving the police station, Fangfang got into Zhu Qing's car.
The uncle and nephew went to the entrance of the vegetable market and picked up Aunt Ping.
Fangfang, a little boy, poked his head out from the back seat: "Qingzai, my older sister asked me to help her buy some things."
...
After returning to Hong Kong following her surgery, Sheng Peirong was admitted to the Canoan Sanatorium.
In the past few months, the furthest she has ever been is the rehabilitation center, yet she has been busier than at any time in the past decade.
The lawyers came and went in a hurry, leaving behind a thick stack of documents each time.
Little Shengfang remembered her older sister's instructions and ran errands with her niece to buy her a mobile phone. Right now, she's fiddling with the keyboard. Fangfang's fluffy little head leans closer, resting against her shoulder, her chubby little hands poking at the screen.
"Big sister, click here."
"No, no, you need to press it longer."
Zhu Qing leaned back on the sofa, her notebook spread out on her lap, the case details echoing in her mind.
The sounds of her child's sweet, childlike instructions filled the air, while the aroma of Aunt Ping's stew wafted from the kitchen, occasionally mingled with her mother's soft laughter. This cacophony of sounds brought her an unprecedented sense of peace.
The sounds of home should be this lively.
Sheng Peirong was surprised to find that Aunt Ping also knew Dr. Cheng.
"It's that handsome doctor," Aunt Ping winked. "He's always available."
Sheng Peirong looked at Sheng Fang, the little girl.
This child has never been one to be challenged; he would do whatever he was told. But this time—
"Sorry, ma'am, I forgot!"
Zhu Qing closed her notebook and looked at them: "Forgot what?"
Sheng Peirong covered her younger brother's mouth and changed the subject: "How do I dial this number?"
Of course she knew how to make a phone call; thank goodness, she got away with it this time.
Fangfang, the little boy, had already taken the lawyer's business card and was carefully pressing down the numbers one by one.
Each time a number is pressed, a crisp beep will sound.
"bite--"
"This is the hands-free button," Fangfang explained patiently. "Press it and everyone can hear you."
Just then, the call connected, and the sound echoed in the room.
Upon learning that it was Sheng Peirong's number, the lawyer quickly said that he was just about to contact her.
“Ms. Sheng, President Pei proposed a temporary motion at the board meeting this morning, questioning your decision-making ability.”
I've heard that right now, the entire board of directors is talking about—
Sheng Peirong is unconscious and disoriented.
"Not awake?" Little Fangfang looked up with her innocent face. "Who are you talking about?"
Sheng Peirong smiled.
Yes, who are you talking about?
She's back, and this family should get back on track.
Fangfang has been watching too much TV...
He was very familiar with what was to come.
The little one said in a soft voice, "My eldest sister is coming down from the mountain!"
...
Zhu Qing is getting back into work mode, and Fang Fang is making sure to go to school on time.
In the days to come, everyone will have to adapt to the new rhythm.
Because of the new case, Zhu Qing's return home time is once again unknown. Aunt Ping packed the little one's schoolbag and was about to go back with them, becoming the bridge connecting the two ends, just like before.
"Big sister, we'll come see you again tomorrow," Fangfang said.
Sheng Peirong sat in her wheelchair, a gentle smile in her eyes.
"Focus on your work and don't worry about me."
Sheng Peirong said there was no need to make a special trip to visit her, as she was no longer a patient and was simply recuperating and on vacation.
Zhu Qing: "I didn't come here specifically to see you."
Fangfang, the little girl, chimed in, "It's our Qingzai who misses Mommy!"
Zhu Qing's lips unconsciously curled up as she pinched the little boy's soft, round face.
It's like kneading a glutinous rice ball.
The car slowly drove away from the sanatorium, and Fangfang hugged her schoolbag to her chest as if she were holding a doll.
The cell phone rang abruptly.
Zhu Qing answered the phone, and Zeng Yongshan's voice came through immediately.
"A major discovery!"
"The deceased has been identified as director Zhou Yongsheng."
No wonder Tsang Wing-shan mentioned that he looked familiar.
Zhu Qing tapped her fingers lightly on the steering wheel: "Very famous?"
"He's very famous. Just ask anyone, and you'll find someone who hasn't seen his movies."
Tilt your head back.
Their niece obviously doesn't have one.
Poor Qingzai, she's never played anything.
Her uncle decided to take her to the movies.
Zeng Yongshan paused, her tone becoming subtle: "But there's one thing you'd never expect."
"What?"
“Zhou Yongsheng…theoretically, he should have died ten years ago.”
The phone was on speakerphone, and although we couldn't understand what she was saying, little Fangfang guessed from Yongshan's tone that it was a huge secret.
However, Qingzai didn't even shake her hand on the steering wheel, and her tone remained calm.
Fang Fang gave an approving look, stretched out his arm, and patted Zhu Qing on the shoulder.
No wonder he's a future Chief Superintendent!
Zhu Qing turned around in confusion and glanced at the strange child.
On the other end of the phone, Tsang Wing-shan's voice suddenly lowered: "Ten years ago, Chow Wing-sing and the female lead in the play committed suicide together, which was a sensational news story in Hong Kong at the time."
"Ten years later..." Zhu Qing said slowly, "he died again."
Zeng Yongshan's voice continued: "Guess what happened to the actress who committed suicide with him?"
The little boy in the back seat stared wide-eyed.
He said in a very low voice, "Aunt Ping, this is a secret of our police station."
At this moment, Inspector Fang's sense of responsibility is heavier than Mount Tai.
He even started recruiting for the police force.
Fangfang made a sealing gesture with her chubby little hand and said in a deep voice, "Join us and become a professional undercover agent."
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