Chapter 105 "Do you want me to teach you?"
Zhu Qing took the original report data from Professor Yang Zhengxiu and, after a brief arrangement, led him to the police station's formal interrogation room.
Mo Zhenbang frowned deeply as he looked through Cheng Xinglang's psychological assessment report.
The childish signature in the upper right corner of the report was particularly eye-catching; it was the handwriting left by eight-year-old Cheng Xinglang after completing the psychological evaluation.
Several old photos were scattered in the file folder.
The child lay on the hospital bed, not as carefree as in the brothers' photo in the case file; his face was pale, and his clear eyes were filled with sadness.
“Back then, Xinglang’s head was almost smashed by the murderer. After being rescued, he was in a coma for three whole days. The doctors were worried that he would not wake up.” Professor Yang’s gaze lingered on the hospital room photo. “But I believe that even if he wakes up, the child’s mind will be completely broken.”
"But to everyone's surprise, after he woke up, he was unusually calm, even too normal."
“He didn’t cry or make a fuss. Later, in his foster family and school, everyone thought he was an optimistic and cheerful child with excellent grades and good interpersonal relationships.”
Mo Zhenbang frowned: "Isn't this good?"
Zhu Qing's gaze, however, was fixed on the diagnostic section: "Dissociative memory disorder?"
“The traumatic experience was beyond the limits of an eight-year-old child’s capacity to bear.” Professor Yang nodded slightly. “He witnessed extreme violence firsthand, and his brain automatically sealed away that memory in order to protect itself.”
“So Cheng Xinglang didn’t not see it,” Zhu Qing realized, “but rather selectively forgot.”
“When he woke up, he had no recollection of what happened. This is not necessarily because the perpetrator attacked him first, nor is it because the child is lying.” Professor Yang pushed up his glasses. “This is a typical case of post-traumatic stress disorder. These symptoms may accompany him into adulthood and even affect him for life.”
"When the investigation touches on the truth, his brain may unconsciously distort the facts, which is a specific manifestation of pathological self-protection."
After explaining the technical terms to the police, Professor Yang added, "These kinds of disorders are often accompanied by fragmented memories. For the past eighteen years, finding his younger brother has become his mental need, and if this obsession is broken, he may break down."
“An eight-year-old’s psychological report can only reflect immediate reactions in extreme situations,” Mo Zhenbang asked. “Is there any follow-up evaluation?”
Professor Yang shook his head and sighed: "Xinglang has a strong personality and has had his own ideas since childhood. He has always refused psychological counseling."
“During the growth process, everything may seem normal on the surface, but psychological trauma is not something that can be seen with the naked eye.”
Before leaving, Professor Yang paused at the door: "Just like Officer Mo said, the report on an eight-year-old doesn't prove anything. I've watched this child grow up, and based on my understanding of him, Xinglang would never commit such a cruel act of murder. But when it comes to his younger brother... his reaction might be a bit extreme, even beyond reason."
After seeing Professor Yang off, Mo Zhenbang returned to the conference room with the appraisal report.
The officers passed around the documents, discussing them animatedly.
"Where did this report come from?"
What would happen if it crashed?
"Professor Yang said that long-term repression of trauma leads to extreme bias, resulting in extreme aggression, and may even forcibly link unrelated events into a conspiracy, triggering violent behavior."
Uncle Li recalled the look in Cheng Xinglang's eyes as he stared at the case file photos in the interrogation room last night.
Could it be a flashback of fragmented memories?
“He subconsciously suspected that the case was related to his brother, after all, the teddy bear and chocolate were key pieces of evidence.”
"But he looks perfectly normal right now."
Xu Jiale scratched his head: "So what exactly does this report say?"
“This suggests that he may have unintentionally tampered with evidence to protect his brother.” Mo Zhenbang tapped the table. “It also means that the clues he provided about the pharmaceutical factory and the Mingde Mental Health Center need to be independently verified.”
"But regardless, Dr. Ye has already issued a detailed autopsy report and conclusion. Based on the direction of force on the wound, the murderer's height is less than six feet one inch, which is quite a discrepancy."
"In addition, the forensic report, the pressure distribution of the footprints at the scene, and the fact that the perpetrator's weight are completely inconsistent with Cheng Xinglang's."
“Insufficient evidence. Release him after completing the formalities, but continue to monitor his communication records.” Mo Zhenbang closed the document. “Focus on investigating Professor Yang’s bank statements and whereabouts these days. There are doubts in both sides’ statements. We must ensure that we are not misled by anyone and that the direction of the investigation is not affected.”
...
It wasn't time to close work yet, but it was clear that we'd have to work overtime tonight. The office was already filled with dialing sounds as colleagues took turns calling home from landlines to let their colleagues know they were home.
The case was complex and multifaceted, and just sorting it all out would take a considerable amount of time. Mo Zhenbang rubbed his temples and winked at Haozai. Haozai ran out and returned carrying several large bags of drinks from the corner tea restaurant.
"We have coffee, milk tea, and iced lemon tea." Haozai said, a tart dangling from his mouth. "Come and get it yourself."
"Hey! Why did you only buy one egg tart?" Xu Jiale squinted.
"Freshly baked, look how long the line is!" Haozai said, eating an egg tart. "There's only one left..."
Zhu Qing pressed her wrist against the condensation on the side of the drink cup, which could barely be considered an ice pack.
Last night, she twisted her wrist when she swerved to avoid a bicycle that suddenly rushed out. She didn't feel it at the time, but it's aching now.
She looked down and used her left hand to flip through the materials that Cheng Xinglang had collected and organized over the past month.
Each page is clearly organized and accompanied by third-party corroboration, such as receipts and work schedules. Even the ink is old, indicating that it can withstand scrutiny.
“It’s just a psychological evaluation from when he was eight years old,” Zeng Yongshan said from the side. “What does that prove?”
Just then, light footsteps echoed down the corridor, accompanied by a soft, sweet child's voice.
"John! I've come to pick you up!"
Zhu Qing looked up at the clock on the wall; it was exactly the time for the brat to get out of school.
This kid had already shown up when he entered the school this morning, saying he'd run away, and now he's actually here.
Zhu Qing got up and walked towards the corridor.
Little Fangfang, carrying a large schoolbag, tilted her head and smiled. Beside her, Aunt Ping wore a helpless yet doting smile.
Before Zhu Qing could speak, she saw Fang Fang shrug her little shoulders.
"Go to the principal's office at noon to borrow a phone to call Aunt Ping."
That smug little expression clearly shows he's showing off his abilities.
So what if he doesn't have a mobile phone? He goes out with his clever little brain, remembers Aunt Ping's number, and can contact her anytime!
"I received a call from the young master, so I waited at the Yau Ma Tei station," Aunt Ping explained with a smile.
Uncle Li clicked his tongue twice and muttered, "Kids these days are so precious. They need someone to pick them up and drop them off even for a few steps. Back in my day, I was..."
“Uncle Li, stop,” Xu Jiale interjected. “Remembering the past is the beginning of aging.”
Uncle Li choked and glared at him irritably.
"Go ahead and do your work," Sheng Fang said matter-of-factly. "I'm here to see John."
He tilted his head back, spread his chubby little hands at his niece, and gave her a smug look that said, "What are you going to do with me?"
The little confidante's voice was tender and adorable, drifting from the corridor to the senior inspector's office.
Weng Zhaolin enjoyed a moment of luxurious treatment that was exclusively his own, and slowly strolled out of the office.
Just then, Sheng Fang turned around following the sound of conversation, and her eyes suddenly lit up—
As soon as Cheng Xinglang finished completing the formalities, a CID officer was explaining to him the matters he needed to cooperate with in the subsequent investigation.
"Was last night tough?" the officer asked with a smile.
Due to insufficient evidence, the actual detention time was far less than the prescribed time limit.
“No,” Cheng Xinglang said in a low voice. “My parents waited for eighteen years, but I only have this one night.”
Zhu Qing, who was standing not far away, looked up upon hearing this.
He, too, waited for eighteen years.
"Dr. Cheng!" Sheng Fang ran over with her short legs.
Cheng Xinglang bent down and lifted the little one, who had run halfway.
"Have you grown taller?"
He examined it carefully and came to a conclusion in his heart.
Her legs are still so short.
Shengfang waved her little hand at Mr. Weng, the meaning of which was quite clear.
There was nothing he could do; Dr. Cheng was the only one who could lift him up high.
“John, I’ve spent enough time with you before,” Fangfang said fairly. “Now I need to spend time with Dr. Cheng.”
"Who needs you to accompany me?" Inspector Weng glanced at Sheng Fang with annoyance. "I don't have time to entertain you."
The group burst out laughing.
In this rare moment of relaxed atmosphere, Xiao Sun rushed in and whispered a few words in Mo Zhenbang's ear.
Mo Zhenbang's expression instantly turned serious, and he gave a brief order: "Get to work first."
...
"Just in time for lunch." Cheng Xinglang gently placed Sheng Fang back on the ground and patted his little head. "It's been a long time since I've tasted Uncle Ming's cooking."
Shengfang immediately followed like a little tail: "I want to go too!"
Although Fangfang, as the younger generation, was not required to report her itinerary to the younger generation, she still couldn't help but steal glances back at Zhu Qing's reaction out of a guilty conscience.
"Really going—" he drawled, his little face full of anticipation.
Zhu Qing waved her hand: "Go ahead, go ahead."
"I'll be back after I finish eating." After saying that, she said to Aunt Ping, "Aunt Ping, you should go back first. I'll take Fangfang home later."
Shengfang jumped up and ran back to catch up with Cheng Xinglang.
The two walked towards the police station cafeteria one after the other.
Despite not seeing each other for so long, Shengfang still missed her old friend, chattering away like a little chatterbox, her round little face beaming with excitement.
They had barely sat down in the restaurant when Ben burst in.
"You came back and didn't even look for me?!"
Cheng Xinglang smiled and handed him the menu: "What would you like to eat? It's on me."
Ah Ben scoffed, "Don't try to fob me off. Get your abalone, sea cucumber, and shark fin ready."
Ah Ben had already heard about Cheng Xinglang's situation, but didn't ask a single question.
He can definitely solve those troubles himself. Why talk about these unhappy things when you've been apart for so long?
"Well done," Ah Ben pulled out a chair and sat down, gesturing towards Fang Fang with his chin, "You've already started blooming again as soon as you got back?"
What is "blooming"? This Ben, who has many teeth when he smiles, always talks about topics that children are not interested in.
Shengfang ate her pork chop rice while swinging her legs, continuing her lively conversation.
How's your cycling practice going?
Cheng Xinglang remembered that before he left, this little round figure would always patrol downstairs at the police station on a bicycle.
"You still can't do two wheels?" Fangfang's little face fell, and she asked again, "Can you?"
"Are you kidding?" Cheng Xinglang raised an eyebrow. "I knew how to do that when I was two years old."
The children couldn't help but wonder about the truth of these words.
Is he a racing legend or just a chatterbox?
Do you want me to teach you?
The child's mouth was stuffed full of pork chops: "Okay! Then another day..."
"Ben," Cheng Xinglang turned to his friend, "Are Elly's twins' bicycles still at the police station?"
In previous years, my colleagues' children were frequent visitors to the police station during holidays, and it had become a routine for them to temporarily store their bicycles there.
Ah Ben understood and said, "I'll go get it."
"Eat quickly." Cheng Xinglang tapped the plate in front of him lightly. "Go to driving lessons after you finish eating."
The children's eyes lit up like stars.
Otherwise, why would he enjoy hanging out with Dr. Cheng so much?
Dr. Cheng is so interesting!
...
The police are continuing their investigation.
Just as Xiao Sun was beginning to check Professor Yang's bank statements and recent contacts as instructed by Mo Zhenbang, an unexpected incident disrupted the investigation.
Professor Yang Zhengxiu was involved in a serious car accident on his way home from the police station.
The vehicle involved in the accident fled the scene without license plates, and he has been rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
"The hospital has already notified his family abroad," Xiao Sun said. "The accident was quite serious, I'm afraid..."
Professor Yang Zhengxiu's name appeared on the whiteboard in the conference room, listed alongside other key names.
“About two weeks after the Cheng family case eighteen years ago, Professor Yang’s wife and children suddenly went through the immigration process.” Xiao Sun handed over the bank account statements he had obtained. “Around the same time, he received a huge remittance. Look at the name of the remitter.”
Uncle Li took the documents: "Wan Haozhong? This name... haven't I seen it somewhere before?"
“It’s that high-ranking official at Mingde Hospital that Cheng Xinglang investigated,” Zhu Qing said. “The pharmaceutical company manager who later mysteriously fell to his death.”
Liang Qikai carefully reviewed the psychological evaluation report submitted by Professor Yang.
"Mr. Mo, is there something wrong with this report? The diagnosis section for dissociative amnesia does have Dr. Cheng's signature from back then, but isn't there a slight difference in the layout of the analysis on violent tendencies later on? It seems like it was added later."
"Send it to the forensic department immediately for paper and ink analysis," Mo Zhenbang decided decisively.
"I wonder if they've already closed for the day." Haozai, who was sitting near the door, immediately grabbed the report and hurried away.
“Suddenly sending away family members eighteen years ago, and then suddenly submitting this report today…” Zhu Qing pondered, “Is this to protect her own family, and also to protect Cheng Xinglang?”
“But why would Professor Yang do this? This report neither affects Dr. Cheng’s release,” Zeng Yongshan frowned, “nor could it—”
Suddenly, she paused, her expression hardening. "I understand. If it's confirmed that Dr. Cheng tampered with evidence due to psychological issues, the investigation will shift towards his brother, instead of continuing to trace the pharmaceutical company."
Liang Qikai: "Is the purpose of packaging the murder as being committed by Dr. Cheng's brother to cover up the real secret and divert attention?"
“Both Professor Yang and Lai Danhe have connections to the Mingde Mental Health Center from back then.” Uncle Li’s gaze was fixed on the whiteboard. “What’s happening now is very likely a series of cover-ups.”
"Yang Zhengxiu may have been forced to do something back then in exchange for the safety of his family. Now he's submitting a false report..." Zhu Qing said, "Could it be that Professor Yang is worried that Cheng Xinglang will get into trouble if he investigates further, so he submitted a false report to prevent him from investigating further and to try to quell the situation? The people hiding in the shadows don't know Professor Yang's real purpose in going to the police station, so they chose to silence him."
After all, if Professor Yang had followed instructions exactly, he shouldn't have been silenced. Especially since the attack happened right after he left the police station, it would only raise suspicion about the report from the police.
It was precisely because of his misfortune that the police launched an in-depth investigation into the psychological report from that year.
“The other party had no idea why Professor Yang suddenly visited the police station, nor did they know what materials he submitted.” Uncle Li nodded. “Perhaps out of fear, they decided to silence him forever.”
“Or,” he paused, “is it an action taken by the mastermind after their threats failed?”
Mo Zhenbang's gaze darkened, and he concluded, "Yang Zhengxiu must have key inside information. He was involved eighteen years ago, and now he is likely to be threatened again and forced to obstruct the investigation. The murderer couldn't be sure if he would continue to cooperate, so he simply decided to end it all."
“Continue to thoroughly investigate all of Professor Yang’s recent contacts.” Mo Zhenbang glanced at the remittance records, “especially those associated with Mingde. At the same time, immediately send more people to guard the hospital. Yang Zhengxiu is now a key witness in our case, and we must ensure his safety.”
"This crucial lead must not be cut off."
...
Winter has passed, and night has fallen a little later.
Under the dim glow of the setting sun, the children in Shengfang are learning to ride bicycles again.
His niece used to be his cycling instructor, but Shengfang fell three times in a row and couldn't find any enjoyment in riding a bicycle.
But today is different.
Shengfang sat on the small bicycle, her two feet touching the ground, struggling to maintain her balance.
Cheng Xinglang was much more agile than Uncle Nian, and could easily bend down and hold the back seat firmly, his hands always protecting the swaying frame.
The practice started with gliding. Shengfang's short legs pushed off the ground a few times and slowly found her balance.
Finally, he mustered up the courage to put his little feet on the pedal.
"I let go?" Cheng Xinglang asked.
The young master of the Sheng family declared confidently, "Let it go!"
As soon as Cheng Xinglang let go, the bicycle immediately began to wobble.
The little hands gripped the handlebars tightly, and as the bike swayed, the little feet seemed to have lost their memory, completely forgetting where the pedals were, and just kept fiddling with the bicycle bell.
"Help—I'm going to fall!"
Cheng Xinglang smiled and helped him steady the back seat, accompanying him as he practiced again and again.
The setting sun stretched their shadows long, one large and one small, along with a small bicycle, as they repeated the same actions in the afterglow.
"Little rascal, don't cry when you fall down."
Of course not!
From beginning to end, Cheng Xinglang never quietly let go.
He immediately let go of her hand: "You can do it."
The bicycle slid forward at an angle, and Shengfang finally completed two full pedal rotations.
The car is small, so even if it loses its balance, his short legs won't dangle in the air; they can reach the ground to support him.
The chubby little figure struggled forward, and occasionally, Shengfang would turn around and grin.
This was often accompanied by a gasp, but before he could fall, Dr. Cheng would catch him. Once he was steady, they would continue forward without stopping.
Cheng Xinglang gradually slowed down, letting Shengfang explore on her own.
The scene felt so familiar, reminding him of riding bikes with his younger brother when they were little. Back then, news reports always said his brother was withdrawn, but he knew his brother was just quiet.
Can people really be changed by their experiences?
Cheng Xinglang did not believe he could be the murderer.
"I can do it!" Sheng Fang suddenly cheered, "I really can do it!"
The bicycle tilted sharply the next second.
Zhu Qing came specifically to find Cheng Xinglang. When she saw Fang Fang about to fall to the ground, she instinctively rushed over to catch her.
But Cheng Xinglang had already steadied the rear of the car first.
They both turned their heads at the same time and gave her smug smiles.
"How was it?" Fangfang asked in her childish voice, "I just rode around!"
Cheng Xinglang mimicked his boastful tone: "How about that? I taught you."
Zhu Qing smiled and reached out to gently tug at the little nose of the flower in full bloom.
"Looks like the day when Fangfang will take me for a bike ride isn't far off."
...
If even Professor Yang is secretly hindering the progress of the case investigation, then Cheng Xinglang's current situation must be extremely dangerous.
Zhu Qing hurriedly went downstairs to find him, precisely to discuss this matter.
As she walked, she called Aunt Ping, asking her to come and pick Sheng Fang up to take her home.
Half an hour later, Uncle Nian parked his car in front of the police station.
Sheng Peirong and Aunt Ping got off the bus together.
This little guy has the most face, so many people are needed to pick him up.
Her radiant round face turned into a bewildered one.
They were having a great time, and they've only just learned to ride bikes!
Fang Fang clung to the car door, unwilling to get on: "I haven't finished riding with Dr. Cheng yet!"
Sheng Peirong immediately looked into the distance: "Which one of you is Dr. Cheng?"
She stood on tiptoe, craned her neck, and scanned the crowd, only to see the busy figures of the police officers.
"Shengfang, it's time to go home," Zhu Qing said firmly.
The next second, the siblings who refused to move were shoved into the car together.
After seeing Shengfang off, Zhu Qing quickly returned upstairs.
“There was indeed a problem. A suspicious person appeared outside Professor Yang’s ward,” Xu Jiale said. “The nurse on duty said that a man was looking through the nurses’ station duty roster, but she didn’t know anything about it and chased him away.”
The police action was unusually swift.
The order to move to the safe house was issued quickly. When Cheng Xinglang was moved to the safe house, he learned that Professor Yang had met with misfortune.
The other side is in the shadows, while they are in the open.
Professor Yang, whom they had met that afternoon, was now lying in the emergency room. The police would not allow such an "accident" to happen again.
Cheng Xinglang walked around the safe house.
The small space was meticulously prepared by the police, with surveillance cameras flashing red dots.
"They've really become protected animals."
In the monitoring room, Zhu Qing and Xu Jiale stared intently at the screen.
They'll be on duty tonight, and colleagues will relieve them tomorrow morning.
"You can still joke around?" Xu Jiale teased.
"I can't just cry, can I?" In the camera's view, Cheng Xinglang leaned closer. "Are you going to watch me sleep?"
His sharply defined face filled the screen, and even the curve of his eyelashes was clearly visible.
Zhu Qing leaned back slightly: "I got a tan."
Cheng Xinglang smiled and turned to adjust the camera angle.
The monitor only showed his profile. Under the dim light of the desk lamp, he casually picked up a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper.
“When I was a child, Professor Yang often came to my house,” Cheng Xinglang suddenly said. “People related to the case, Lai Danhe, Professor Yang… am I next?”
He stopped writing and looked up at the surveillance camera.
"No, it won't," Zhu Qing said.
Xu Jiale, munching on a duck leg rice, chimed in: "Exactly, do you think our CID is just for show?"
"I know, nothing will happen." Cheng Xinglang smiled. "I still have a lot of things to do, and I still have something to say to someone."
Zhu Qing's gaze lingered on the monitor screen for a long time.
Xu Jiale munched on the duck leg with relish: "Want some duck leg?"
...
Zhu Qing and Xu Jiale stayed up all night, chatting casually through the monitor, which added a bit of novelty to the otherwise tedious shift.
Just as dawn was breaking, my colleague who was supposed to relieve me arrived.
Zhu Qing went back to her apartment in Yau Ma Tei to catch up on sleep. It was a temporary rest room that Sheng Peirong had asked Aunt Ping to leave for her, and she never expected it to come in so handy.
Logically, Zhu Qing should have been able to sleep until the afternoon, but she appeared in the office before noon.
Inspector Mo has already requested reinforcements from his superiors.
As the investigation deepened, more and more people were involved in the pharmaceutical company, and the existing manpower was simply insufficient.
At the case analysis meeting in the afternoon, Uncle Li walked in with a stack of documents.
“These are the work records that Xinglang got from a retired nurse at Mingde. The old lady kept them purely out of professional habit; she’s been a nurse all her life and couldn’t bear to throw them away.” Uncle Li spread the documents out on the table. “The key one is Lai Danhe’s record; there’s a blurry signature in the lower right corner.”
"The handwriting is too faint to read the full name; I can only barely make out the surname 'Song'."
Mo Zhenbang took the document: "We'll split into two groups to investigate. One group will go to the abandoned drug warehouse in Kowloon Tong, and the other group will focus on investigating the original members of the pharmaceutical factory. Given the factory's operating conditions at that time, anyone who suddenly became wealthy must have something to do with it."
The printer was spitting out sheets of paper, each still warm, and the list was already marked with red circles.
“That little girl has been missing for more than 48 hours,” Zhu Qing said. “A child this young is in greater danger every minute that is wasted.”
"How's the investigation going regarding Professor Yang's contacts before the incident? Also, check the visitor records in his office directly at the university."
"What about screening suspects by imitating their methods? We'll focus on screening former employees of Mingde Pharmaceutical Factory based on their height and weight range."
Just as tasks were being assigned, Zhu Qing's cell phone rang.
She strode out of the meeting room and returned with a new clue.
“Rong Zimei said that after we left yesterday, her mother, Feng Ningyun, mentioned incoherently that when she was in Mingde, she saw that madman talking to a man with a scar on his right hand.”
"However, she also emphasized that Feng Ningyun's mental state is unstable, and this is for reference only."
“Scars?” Mo Zhenbang said, “We will cross-reference former Mingde employees with scars on their right hands with former employees of the pharmaceutical company to temporarily narrow down the pool of potential candidates.”
After the task was assigned, Mo Zhenbang said to Zhu Qing, "You come with me to Mingde. Be discreet and don't alert them."
"Do you want to pretend to be a mental patient?" Xu Jiale asked, leaning closer.
Mo Zhenbang laughed angrily: "Are you sure you can do it?"
"I understand," Zhu Qing said with a smile. "Just tell them you're here to supplement Feng Ningyun's information."
Zeng Yongshan immediately played along, saying, "I'm sorry, Madam, Ms. Feng has already been transferred to another hospital."
Zhu Qing feigned surprise: "Huh?"
Uncle Li couldn't help but chuckle: "All the officers in Team B could be sent directly to the film set to shoot a movie."
Mo Zhenbang and Zhu Qing hurriedly left the house.
As the official car started, Mo Zhenbang suddenly frowned: "I think I see your uncle."
"here we go again?"
Yesterday, when Zhu Qing handed Fangfang over to Aunt Ping, she emphasized that children were not allowed to come uninvited.
However, as it turns out, the young master of the Sheng family is not one to obediently listen.
The car started and drove away with a rumble.
Sheng Fang pushed the "cold palace bicycle" that she had specially brought from her home and swaggered toward the police station.
"Young master, it seems Qingqing went out just now!" Aunt Ping caught up with him.
"I'm not here to see her."
Shengfang pushed her two-wheeled bicycle forward, and when she went up the stairs, she and Aunt Ping lifted the bicycle together.
Last night's ride wasn't enough; the cycling journey must continue.
Even though she hadn't been there for several months, Shengfang was still very familiar with the forensic office.
But as soon as he arrived at Cheng Xinglang's office, he was given a cold shower by Ah Ben, who was about to leave work.
“You’re out of the loop,” Ben said, bending down to him. “Cheng Xinglang hasn’t been reinstated yet, and he’s been moved to a safe house.”
Shengfang was severely impacted.
Is he even a decent person? Why is he locked up again?!
At the same time, one problem after another arose.
Qingzai came to the door to arrest someone.
The children were once again carried into the carriage.
"I'll take you home first since it's on my way," Zhu Qing said. "Stay home obediently during this time and don't wander off."
Mo Zhenbang, sitting in the driver's seat, suppressed a laugh.
Shengfang angrily sank into the back seat of the police car, hugging her short arms to her chest.
Well, that's terrible! Even the dignified Inspector Fang has been locked up!
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