Chapter 30 My niece was so happy, she was dumbfounded!
Yu Jinkang recounted the entire process of the crime.
Perhaps it was the lingering mockery from his memories, or perhaps it was the recollection of his childhood high heels that finally allowed him to rediscover his true self… Yu Jinkang believed there was no reason for those who hurt him to get away with it so easily.
He was eleven years old when he first met them, an age when he could remember things. He memorized the names and professions of the four people on the staff list, so it was not difficult for him to find them again when he grew up.
Yu Jinkang's series of murders was a well-premeditated scheme.
Zheng Shihong, who was a makeup artist at the time, was unwilling to do his makeup, but he made up an excuse for himself, such as little boys don't need these fancy decorations... At first, his attitude was just indifferent, not sarcastic.
The one who first mocked Yu Jinkang was actually Ma Guohua, who was in charge of managing the stage construction workers.
Just as the police investigation revealed, Yu Jinkang applied for a job and successfully stayed on to work at the container factory, while Ma Guohua became his foreman.
Now in middle age, Ma Guohua is no longer as energetic as he was in his youth. He spends most of his time being lazy and just getting by, while worrying about what he will do after the container factory goes bankrupt.
People said he and his wife had a harmonious relationship, and their children were very filial. Yu Jinkang ate his boxed lunch, listening to his coworkers' discussions, always smiling. He had already imagined his tragic death countless times in his mind; just silently recalling it made Yu Jinkang's blood boil, and he couldn't wait to see it happen.
“With such a happy and harmonious family, he must be very reluctant to die,” Yu Jinkang said.
He spent a week familiarizing himself with Ma Guohua's work schedule, home address, commuting route, etc. But taking direct action would be too risky and expose him, so after leaving the container factory, Yu Jinkang went to work as a parking attendant at the Xinjing Hotel.
Hotel manager Zhang Zhiqiang is an arrogant and disgraceful scoundrel.
He tossed the car keys to Yu Jinkang, looked him up and down with an air of superiority, and then said dismissively, "Have you ever seen such a nice car? Don't scratch it."
This Manager Zhang liked to make things difficult for people, but Yu Jinkang never argued with him. He would just stare at him, mentally picturing the details of killing him a thousand times, silently reveling in his own thoughts.
His countdown to death had already begun.
"So, in reality, the killings have no order of precedence; they are random?" Mo Zhenbang said.
“Only Zheng Shihong, I’ll leave him for last.” Yu Jinkang calmly raised his eyes and continued, “Working at a breakfast stall would be too conspicuous. First, Feng Yaowen has no intention of hiring anyone, and second, once the case comes to light, the police will easily trace it back to me. So, I just go to Sham Shui Po whenever I have free time to buy some snacks to satisfy my cravings. I won’t specifically inquire about Feng Yaowen, but who in Sham Shui Po doesn’t know that he was beaten by his son for having an affair? It’s a pity, after all, he’s his own son. He didn’t beat his father enough; he only got a bruise on his face.”
For his first move, Yu Jinkang chose Ma Guohua.
At that time, he had been away from the container factory for about six months. The factory had a high turnover rate, and he had never had any conflicts with the foreman at work. Even if the police wanted to investigate, they would not be able to find him.
He had been thinking about finding the right time to make his move.
Until that rainy day.
“It rained heavily on the day of the children’s theater performance,” Yu Jinkang said. “My mother took me home and kept nagging me the whole way. She didn’t know what happened backstage. She just felt that she had wasted money on tickets, rented costumes and wigs, and wasted her precious day off, only to not see me on stage. I have never blamed my mother. She has already done so much.”
I didn't explain, I just kept my head down.
"The rain is getting heavier and heavier. We didn't bring an umbrella. Even if I cry, no one will notice."
"I knew it when I was eleven years old, and I will never forget this rainy day."
The day he first took action, it rained so hard that it reminded him of the backstage area of the children's theater.
Therefore, after work, he went straight to Ma Guohua's house without even changing out of his hotel uniform. For his first murder, Yu Jinkang didn't have such a meticulous plan. With the sound of rain echoing in his ears, he stood fully armed at Ma Guohua's doorstep.
Yu Jinkang calculated Ma Guohua's off-work time precisely and waited for a long time, but Ma Guohua never showed up. He then learned that after he resigned, the container factory's business was sluggish, the working hours were reformed, and even the foreman had to work the night shift.
A week was enough time for Yu Jinkang to familiarize himself with the layout of the container factory. He arrived at the factory very late. In the factory building, Ma Guohua felt uneasy no matter how he lay down. Suddenly, he heard footsteps and turned his head in confusion.
“He remembers me because I was one of his workers six months ago.” Yu Jinkang’s lips curled into a cold smile. “After he recognized me, he was about to ask me why I was there when he suddenly glanced at me and saw the shoes I was wearing.”
"He must have been wondering why that seemingly 'normal' worker would do this?"
Ma Guohua didn't recognize him at all; he was the same child from the children's theater more than a decade ago. Perhaps, over the long years, this foreman had long forgotten what had happened.
However, when he saw those high heels, his eyes were equally mocking, and the curve of his lips was exactly the same as it had been years ago.
However, his smile quickly froze.
Or rather, his life was frozen in that instant.
“He stood up, clearly still wanting to mock me. I didn’t explain anything to him. What’s the point of talking to someone like that? I pointed in a direction and told him to look there. A normal person would turn around and look, right? —” Yu Jinkang made a gesture of tightening a rope, gritting his teeth, “Just as he turned around, I killed him.”
Yu Jinkang did not have the group photo from the children's theater.
But when he recalls the details of that day, it's as if all the noise around him has been blocked out, and his attention is locked like a camera lens. What he sees and hears is only related to those four people.
He saw Ma Guohua almost fall, his palm facing upwards.
So, let him remain in this posture even after he dies.
"I bought the eyebrow razor, lipstick, and blush at a roadside shop," Yu Jinkang said. "Just like when I was a child, I don't know how to do makeup."
The eyebrow trimmer used by the murderer was the same brand as the one Zhan Weiqiang used to take kickbacks from; it was just a coincidence.
But the first time, he was too hasty, especially when he heard footsteps coming out to check, he immediately ran away and accidentally dropped the knife.
"I thought I was doomed."
"But to my surprise, after waiting for a while, no one came to arrest me, and the case was only published in a very small section of the newspaper."
He resigned from the New View Hotel.
Originally, like the previous case, they should have waited six months before taking action, but Yu Jinkang discovered that something seemed wrong with his body.
Yu Jinkang went to the hospital, and when the test results came out, the doctor shook his head regretfully and apologetically.
His parents used up all their life savings to treat him, and he cooperated actively, just to save his life, while personally sending Feng Yaowen, Zhang Zhiqiang, and Zheng Shihong to their deaths.
In just one year, Yu Jinkang had lost a lot of weight. He was already short, and now he was even thinner and shorter, which distressed his mother, who would often hide away and cry secretly.
But his condition improved day by day.
“After spending so much money on treatment, my condition has stabilized. Now, I can finally settle accounts with them,” Yu Jinkang said. “Even God must be upset that they’re living well.”
The second is Feng Yaowen.
More than a decade has passed, and Yu Jinkang has grown from a trembling child hiding in a corner into an adult.
Standing in front of Feng Yaowen, the other party also did not recognize him.
“Did he want to try his luck at the Miss Hong Kong pageant?” Yu Jinkang said. “I asked him if he remembered that line, and then I killed him.”
Yi Dongmei mentioned that Yu Jinkang wrote on his resume that he had participated in flyweight judo competitions.
Even though Feng Yaowen was physically strong, he was no match for the judo runner-up. Before he died, he begged for mercy, saying that he was wrong... but it was too late.
"He doesn't really recognize his mistakes."
"I just wanted to survive."
The third one is Zhang Zhiqiang.
Yu Jinkang had scouted the location beforehand. There were security cameras downstairs at Zhang Zhiqiang's apartment; the doorman desperately needed the job, keeping a close watch and immediately responding to any suspicious activity. Meanwhile, the Xinjing Hotel was bustling with people 24/7, making it difficult to avoid the gaze of hotel guests and the front desk staff. Therefore, he arranged to meet Zhang Zhiqiang at an abandoned tenement building in Mong Kok.
"I know him too well. Even if we get married and have children, he'll still be a leopard that can't change its spots."
“On the phone, I lowered my voice and told him that new stock had arrived and he was ready to have some fun. Half an hour later, he came running over.”
"It's ridiculous, it would only dirty my mouth to say it out loud."
After Yu Jinkang reminded him, Zhang Zhiqiang did have some recollection of him.
He said, "What's the big deal? Why are you still thinking about it?" These were his last words in this world.
Finally, there's Zheng Shihong.
“He does seem like a good person,” Yu Jinkang sneered. “He’s got money, he’s become a big entrepreneur, he wears a suit and tie, he makes the newspapers when he donates money, he’s trying to be a respectable person.”
Zheng Shihong remembered him in his last moments before he died.
Perhaps it's due to their profession, but makeup artists always have a sharper eye than ordinary people. It turns out that the person standing behind him, tightening the rope, was the boy with no eyebrows from years ago. More than a decade later, the grown-up boy shaved off his eyebrows, picked up the cigarette he had thrown on the ground, and stuffed it into his lips.
"After all the performances at the children's theater were over, the photographer took pictures of us."
"A parent politely thanked Zheng Shihong for doing such a beautiful stage makeup for their child. He smiled so politely, and even hesitated whether the cigarette he was holding would bother the child and leave a bad impression on others."
"No one would have guessed that a demon resided within this seemingly respectable Principal Zheng. Only I knew this."
“It’s complete.” Yu Jinkang closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. “They’re all dead. All four of them, not one missing.”
The police remained silent, their pens hovering over the statement paper for a long time.
The once weak child, after growing up, meticulously planned this revenge and personally ended the lives of those who had bullied him.
Even at the moment of his death, their memories of him remained vague.
He buried his hatred deep in his heart and remembered it for the rest of his life.
"What about Yi Dongmei, Zeng Shaoping, and Zeng Yongxuan?" Mo Zhenbang asked.
Yu Jinkang paused for a moment, and the excitement in his eyes gradually subsided.
They shouldn't have killed Teacher Yi's family.
He knew he wouldn't have long to live, and even if he were arrested, it wouldn't matter. The only problem was that his parents would find out.
So, as if possessed, he went to Yi Dongmei's house.
“I don’t…” Yu Jinkang said with difficulty, “I don’t want them to be disappointed in me.”
Yu Jinkang's parents used their life savings to pay for his medical treatment.
He hoped they would never know that their son was the serial killer featured on the television news.
While he was at Teacher Yi's house, a gunshot that rang out like thunder in the sky interrupted him.
Yu Jinkang said that his life began at the age of eleven, marked by a glaring dividing line.
He used to stand confidently on stage, but later he preferred to hide in the background.
During those days in the shadows, Yu Jinkang was rarely seen. That day, when the police asked him about Zhan Weiqiang, he said, "Brother Qiang is a good man," and this wasn't just a perfunctory remark.
People are multifaceted, and Zhan Weiqiang also climbed out of the mud. Because of understanding, he was willing to give himself a kind look.
“People,” Yu Jinkang said with a bitter smile, “can only truly empathize with someone after experiencing it themselves.”
...
Shengfang hung up the phone, still quite unconvinced.
After coming out of the observation room, Inspector Leung produced a candy from somewhere to calm him down.
Manager Wang is so clueless!
However, even though I'm unhappy, I still have to eat the candy and buy a house for my niece.
A three-year-old's emotions come and go quickly.
Once he was back at Qingzai's workstation, he felt as comfortable as if he were at home.
Today, the children of Shengfang have every reason to hold their heads high.
After all, his niece's performance was so outstanding, so he, as her uncle, also benefited from it!
The interrogation finally came to an end, and the officers, rubbing their shoulders and backs, discussed the case in the CID office.
"Four adults, whose combined age is over a hundred, actually ganged up to bully an eleven-year-old child."
"But even so, that doesn't justify him killing four people! This is utterly inhuman!"
"Calm down, I'm not trying to excuse him. But there are too many cases like this. Children are born like blank slates, the problem is—"
"No matter what, Yongshan's parents and older brother are innocent. It's just a little bit more, and the list of victims in the serial murder case would have been even longer. Four or seven people are not just simple numbers; they are lives that should have been alive and kicking!"
"It's not about sympathy, understanding, or forgiveness. But this could have been avoided and shouldn't have become the murderer's motive in the case file more than a decade later."
Those cold, damp shadows from their childhood become scars they must carry for the rest of their lives.
"But he still has loving parents. I've always felt that we shouldn't be so lenient with the murderer or try to find excuses for him. If everyone with a traumatic childhood went on to kill, the world would be in chaos!"
"In any case, this case is finally closed."
"We must celebrate properly this time! We said we'd have a big celebration after solving the fireplace skeleton case, but then we discovered another murder case."
"Mr. Mo, can you still keep your promise about the rooftop barbecue?"
"I remember clearly that someone said there was an unlimited supply of oysters and plenty of ice-cold beer—I wonder if that still counts?"
Everyone had changed the subject, but Shengfang was still feeling sad.
A pitiful, arduous, and tragic childhood... isn't that describing his niece? Fortunately, the child is upright and didn't turn to crime, otherwise the policeman uncle really doesn't know whether he should have upheld justice and turned his own family against her.
Shengfang couldn't help but look at Zhu Qing.
Be nicer to her!
Zhu Qing's feelings were complicated.
The genius boy in the original story embarked on a path of economic crime. He wasn't short of money; he simply wanted to manipulate law, justice, and rules at will. However, during our time together, Fang Fang clearly seemed like a well-behaved child. The original plot didn't elaborate on this, so what exactly did this poor little villain go through?
We should still treat him better.
...
The serial murder case on a rainy night has come to an end, but the high-profile officers of Major Crimes Unit B remain as high-profile as ever.
Especially Xu Jiale and Haozai, who almost got into a fight with Group A before, walked with their chins held high.
They also imitated Group A, dragging out their words in a sarcastic and unpleasant tone.
"There's nothing we can do, our Group B is just full of talented people."
"Some people can't be envied."
Finally winning a round, the officers in Team B were overjoyed.
The people in Group A looked extremely grim; they didn't even go to the break room, afraid of giving the other side a chance to show off.
Mo Zhenbang followed them, shaking his head with a smile and clapping his hands at the crowd.
"Afternoon tea is on me, order whatever you like!"
He drew the attention of a group of young people, and they all started to jeer.
Afternoon tea alone isn't enough!
"Lunch is on you too."
"Inspector Mo, it's perfect timing, everyone's tired of the police station cafeteria food..."
"I'm sick of the food at restaurants. If Inspector Mo is treating, we'll definitely go to Ah Cui Seafood Restaurant—"
“You bunch of guys. How could it be Mo Sir’s place to treat us to lunch?” Uncle Li spoke up for Mo Sir, gesturing towards the corridor with his chin. “Of course it’s on him.”
The sound of leather shoes heels hitting the ground is all too familiar to everyone.
Amidst a burst of laughter, Senior Inspector Ong Siu-lun, dressed in a suit and tie, emerged from around the corner of the corridor.
"Alright, alright," said Weng Zhaolin. "Just tell me what you want to eat, it's on me."
Zeng Yongshan leaned close to Zhu Qing's ear.
Last time she said that Weng Zhaolin was notoriously stingy, using the money saved from the celebration banquet to buy more of his expensive watch collection. But now, she waved her hand dismissively, showing great magnanimity—
"Actually, he's not that bad, he's just really annoying."
Weng Zhaolin just finished a press conference and spoke to the media on behalf of the police force.
At this moment, he tugged at the collar of his crisp suit and said to Mo Zhenbang, "You must register for this promotion exam."
“So many years have passed…” He patted Mo Sir on the shoulder, “You should have figured it out long ago.”
Zhu Qing felt something was off and tugged at Zeng Yongshan's sleeve.
She asked softly, "The team has senior inspectors and sergeants, so why isn't there an inspector?"
“When the previous inspectors submitted their transfer applications, you hadn’t even graduated yet,” Tsang Wing-shan said. “Inspector Su’s child was diagnosed with autism, and he and his wife needed to spend more time with their child, so they both transferred to clerical positions.”
"Sometimes, a few flowers on your shoulder aren't that important."
"As for Inspector Mok... actually, he ranked first in the written test for inspectors back then, but he didn't go to the interview and gave up the opportunity for promotion."
Zeng Yongshan lowered her voice and told Zhu Qing that since joining the police force, Mo Zhenbang had solved many major cases. The case files, stacked up, were taller than the young master of the Sheng family. Even if he was just accumulating seniority, he should have become an inspector long ago.
"But after that written test, a bombing occurred, and he and his colleague were temporarily reassigned."
"He survived, but that colleague..."
"Isn't that cliché? Even TVB doesn't portray it like that anymore. After that, Inspector Mo was depressed for a long time."
Zhu Qing was taken aback: "It was just an accident, nobody wanted it to happen."
“But Inspector Mo can’t get over it.” Zeng Yongshan lowered her voice. “He feels so guilty and has been trying to ‘atone for his sins.’ Over the years, in addition to helping that colleague support his elderly parents, he has even… raised the daughter that colleague left behind.”
This is no secret; Mo Zhenbang never shies away from it, and everyone in the group knows it.
Apart from the newcomer Zhu Qing.
She was stunned: "Nannan?"
“That’s right. He and his wife have long treated Nannan as their own daughter.”
"That's why Inspector Mok takes such good care of us. He cares about everyone in the team... In any case, the three of them are very happy now. I also hope that Inspector Mok can get over this."
Weng Zhaolin continued to persuade him: "You're thirty-four and still working as a sergeant, aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?"
“Inspector Weng,” Mo Zhenbang looked up, “I can now sue you for age discrimination.”
"It's no use arguing with you. I'll just register you directly. Whether you take the exam or not is up to you." Weng Zhaolin turned to leave, but suddenly stopped and turned back, saying, "The inspector position has been vacant for so long. If you don't take it, who will?"
Everyone was sitting at their workstations.
Shengfang also sat in the crowd. He was small, swinging his short legs as he listened to the adults talk.
Slowly, he stood up.
But soon, Zhu Qing pushed him back down, like playing whack-a-mole.
They spoke in hushed tones—
"Qingzai, if he won't do it, I will!"
"It's better for me to do it than for you."
Silence.
All eyes were on them.
Zhu Qing's neck stiffened, and she slowly turned her head—
I didn't say I'd come right now.
...
When it was time to leave work, Shengfang walked beside Zhu Qing.
Like a little follower.
"Qingzi, you're finished if you offend someone!" he said with no small amount of sympathy. "Some bosses are so petty!"
Mo Sir caught him red-handed from behind: "Are you talking about me?"
Blooming: ?
I never want to bring this child to work again...
Zhu Qing fled in panic.
The uncle and niece agreed to sign the temporary contract on Wednesday, and they didn't delay at all.
In a real estate shop next to Nathan Road, Zhu Qing held a pen, took a deep breath, and filled in her name on the contract.
"Congratulations, Qingzai!" Shengfang grabbed her niece's hands with her two chubby little hands and exclaimed excitedly, "We finally bought a house!"
Fangfang had promised to buy Zhu Qing an apartment long ago, and only now has she finally fulfilled her promise.
This house is so big, it will belong to his niece in the future. He saw Qingzai's lips unconsciously turn up, a faint and beautiful curve.
Manager Wang asked Sheng Fang to find an adult who could make the decision, but in reality, with his uncle's seniority being so high, who was more qualified to make the decision than him?
My niece is a police officer, and she rarely has a moment of leisure. I don't know when she'll have to work non-stop again. Shengfang didn't want things to get complicated, so she contacted a lawyer she knew.
Of course, it was at the young master's command that Aunt Ping was asked to make the contact.
The process of buying a house is very complicated. The young master of the Sheng family knows how to use people well and leaves all the troublesome matters to the lawyer.
Zhu Qing handled the initial price negotiation. The signing dates of the provisional sales contract and the formal contract could be pushed to the same day. As for the mortgage, they didn't need it. The uncle was anxious to get rid of the pigeon coop as soon as possible, but he didn't want to go back to the Mid-Levels mansion. He could only hope to move into the new house in Yau Ma Tei as soon as possible.
The lawyer was completely overwhelmed by the three-and-a-half-year-old. Ms. Zhu said that buying a house is not like buying groceries, but he felt that the efficiency of this young master of the Sheng family was better than buying groceries.
The buyer and seller met, contracts were being signed non-stop, and the printer was practically smoking from all the printing...
Manager Wang had witnessed firsthand the "airs" of the young master of the Sheng family, and respectfully poured him a glass of warm water, handing it to him with both hands.
"Don't you have iced lemon tea?" Sheng Fang frowned, acting like a little adult. "Bring tea."
"Yes, yes, yes! I'll go buy some right away from the tea stall at the street corner!"
The dreams of the poor are always very specific.
She dreamed of making a lot of money, winning the lottery, buying an apartment and moving into a new house... But now, with the house keys truly in Zhu Qing's hands, she felt that this was what it meant to be a dream.
She held a key in her palm; it was icy cold.
My heart was burning hot.
Zhu Qing clenched her fist: "Shengfang, pinch me."
Fangfang's little uncle chuckled to himself.
My niece was so happy, she was stunned!
...
Finally, Zhu Qing had time to visit Sheng Peirong.
In the quiet ward, only the sound of medical equipment echoed.
Sheng Peirong remained lying in the hospital bed, as if she were simply asleep.
Time ticked by.
Zhu Qing sat by her mother's bedside, pursed her lips, and spoke for the first time.
"We bought a new house and will move in in a couple of days."
"The previous owner's entire family emigrated, leaving behind very new furniture and appliances."
“These past few days, I’ve been contacting kindergartens for Shengfang.”
"The international kindergarten in Kowloon Tong has a very good environment, and it's only a ten-minute school bus ride away, so it shouldn't be too far?"
Outside the ward, children were playing an "ice-walking game" in the corridor.
He was wearing a pair of sneakers with soles that weren't slippery enough, but the sanatorium floor was. The little boy took a running start and sprinted away, his little face relaxed, and the flesh on his cheeks jiggled.
Shengfang knew that such carefree days were numbered.
My niece said he can't stay idle like this anymore and has to go to school. But he's only a three-and-a-half-year-old uncle, isn't it right for him to be a little free?
After getting tired of the "ice stomping" game, Shengfang wandered outside the ward.
He stood on tiptoe for a long time until his feet felt dizzy.
He regained his footing, rested for a while, and continued his journey.
The nurse stepped forward and asked gently, "Can't you open the door? I can help you."
Shengfang shook her head.
The nurse underestimated him; he had long arms and legs, but he just wanted to stay outside.
The little one, with a mature air, said, "Give the mother and daughter some space."
The nurse couldn't help but burst out laughing.
After laughing, to protect the child's self-esteem, she covered her mouth and cleared her throat, then said seriously, "Okay."
Shengfang noticed that her niece seemed to be talking inside.
Children who grow up without their mothers don't know how to react even when facing their mothers. They can't be affectionate and can only talk about dry, everyday things.
"If only my eldest sister could wake up," Sheng Fang said. "Qingzai would then have a mother."
The nurse was stunned for a moment, and then felt an indescribable bitterness in her heart.
As time passed, the paparazzi of entertainment weekly magazines gradually lost interest in the Sheng family's affairs. The jewelry tycoon's glory remained in the past. Newspapers had previously published photos of the children, taken from a distance and very blurry. A few days ago, new photos surfaced, but it's estimated that adults in the Sheng family intervened, blurring the photos so the children's features were unclear.
This young master of the Sheng family, in the exaggerated media reports, was a spoiled and unruly devil, but now, he sighs softly, his little wish so innocent and pure.
Children are just children, after all.
"Yes..." the nurse said.
Shengfang: "Really?"
The nurse was just trying to comfort him.
Fangfang knows that no one can answer his question accurately.
Just like adults always say, everything can only be left to time.
He moved a small stool from the nurses' station, stood on it, and looked inside through the observation window of the ward door.
It's so good that Qingzai still has her mother.
Inside the ward, Zhu Qing tucked the blanket around Sheng Peirong.
This may seem like a meaningless action, but it is one of the few things she can do for her mother.
"If the police station isn't too busy, I'll come to see you more often."
Doctors never give definitive answers. When asked if Sheng Peirong might wake up, he simply smiled and said it would be a miracle.
In the original story, she spent many years in a hospital bed, eventually succumbing to organ failure and passing away. Zhu Qing never believed in miracles, but this time, she was willing to wait.
This is a thought.
Zhu Qing needs this thought.
...
Zhu Qing and Fang Fang received the keys to their new house, but are still waiting for the official handover date.
During this time, her life was very fulfilling every day. She contacted several kindergartens and arranged interview times. These days, she let her uncle review the interview materials himself.
Shengfang sat on the lower bunk of the bunk bed, her short legs crossed, one hand supporting the back of her round head, the other holding documents.
Zhu Qing was also reading at her desk. The reading atmosphere at home was so good, but she noticed that only when she turned her head away would Sheng Fang bury her head in the interview materials.
Zhu Qing looked away.
The little devil behind me was quiet.
This time, she turned around without warning.
The little one, however, was already prepared, his brows furrowed and his face focused, as if he were about to dive into an ocean of knowledge.
"Shengfang! You've got your documents upside down!"
The child has no self-discipline at all.
Even after being caught, he remained defiant, tossing the documents aside and saying, "Qingzai, call him uncle!"
That's incredibly impolite! How can you address an elder by their first name like that?
Fine, let's each take a step back, or we can let it go.
A few days before the uncle and nephew were to go for their kindergarten interview, something good happened.
The West Kowloon Regional Headquarters, under the Major Crimes Unit, held an internal meeting. Mo Sir and his team received a collective commendation for solving a major case, and Zhu Qing was specially recognized for her outstanding individual performance.
Zhu Qing received the trophy and certificate, and would take them out to look at them from time to time, her eyes shining.
The little boy pouted. "It's just trophies and certificates. He has plenty at home in Banshan. He's too lazy to even look at them."
"You don't understand."
"Tell me!"
Becoming a good policeman —
The day she was admitted to the police academy, Zhu Qing planted this belief in her heart.
Today, she is firmly on this path.
Suddenly realizing what was happening.
If that's the case, then he understood: the same uncle and nephew, the same ideal.
On the day of the move, Zhu Qing carefully put away her trophies and certificates.
At first, she was full of confidence, thinking that she didn't need to hire a moving company at all. Now she realizes that she has obviously overestimated her packing skills.
When Zhu Qing moved from the welfare home to the police academy dormitory, all her belongings could fit in a single suitcase. Later, after settling into the dormitory at the Huangzhukeng Police Academy, she finally had her own little space. Over time, she accumulated professional books, miscellaneous daily necessities, and clothes…
Cardboard boxes were piled up in the small pigeon coop.
Strangely enough, despite being in bloom for only a short time, the plant already has quite a few personal belongings.
While Zhu Qing was at work, he and Aunt Ping would come and go, bringing back many toys from the hillside.
She rarely saw her children play with these toys, but now, after tidying them up, they've been piled up into a small mountain.
"Oh, and there's more."
It lay low, like a caterpillar, crawling under the bunk bed.
His little arms were like lotus roots, soft and cute. When he reached under the bed and pulled out another mountain of toys with a "whoosh," Zhu Qing wanted to hit him.
With so much stuff, how am I supposed to move it all back to the new house?!
Zhu Qing glanced out the window.
After a period of continuous rain, she almost forgot how scorching the summer sun could be. Now even the instructors on the training ground couldn't bear to watch anymore and let the trainees rest in the shade.
She and Shengfang are moving with so much luggage that they'll end up being roasted niece and roasted uncle.
"Zhu Qing! Are you all packed yet?" Hao Zai's loud voice came from downstairs.
“We don’t know which floor you live on, we’ll come down as soon as we’re done!” Xu Jiale shouted back.
They borrowed a car from Inspector Mo and had been trying to befriend the gatekeeper at the police academy, even showing him their police ID. However, the gatekeeper wasn't having any of it and didn't care whether they had been "outstanding students" or not; vehicles belonging to non-faculty members were not allowed to enter.
"Wing Shan will be there soon in Mr. Leung's car."
"Should we be able to fit all the luggage?"
Zhu Qing's fingers paused slightly, but she did not respond immediately.
Sheng Fang tilted his round head, squinted his eyes smugly, and said that he had already contacted everyone!
This was a rare day off, and Zhu Qing never expected that her colleagues would come all the way to help her.
She can retaliate decisively against malice, but she doesn't know how to react to sudden kindness.
Shengfang had already poked her head out of the window: "We're on the third floor! This room!"
Zhu Qing also stepped forward, the sunlight outlining the contours of her profile.
Looking at her enthusiastic colleagues downstairs, she moved her lips, but before she could say anything, they had already stepped into the dormitory building.
The luggage was packed last night, and now we need to do a final check.
My niece is usually very composed and rarely acts as flustered as she does now. Her uncle knows it's because her model figurines are difficult to organize; either a steel hand sticks out or the helmet falls to the ground, which is quite troublesome.
While Zhu Qing was busy, Sheng Fang was also busy.
He seized this opportunity to properly educate his child.
"Qingzai, you should make more friends."
"Look, little... um—they all want to play with you!"
Judging from the tone, the omitted part should be: the children all want to play with you.
Zhu Qing buried herself in the work, diligently organizing the materials.
She remembered that the last time the young master invited all his colleagues to his house for a housewarming party.
what to do.
"Did you understand?"
"ah?"
"You must get along well with everyone later!" Fangfang's uncle said earnestly.
Suddenly, the child started a new topic on their own.
"Qingzai, have you ever eaten chewing gum?"
Zhu Qing tossed the toys into the cardboard box one by one.
Ultraman and Thunder Dragon leaned against each other crookedly. She remembered that the child had said that in the Sheng family's children's room, these two toys were mortal enemies.
When he's alone, the little one has his own big world.
"Chewing gum, don't you know?" Sheng Fang probed. "It's bobo candy."
After waiting for a while without getting a reply, he continued to explain, changing his approach: "Bubble gum! Never had it before?"
The little one shook his head as he spoke.
Zhu Qing raised her eyebrows: "Of course I've eaten it."
Shengfang told her an old legend, which her tutor had told him.
"Miss Lau said that children should not eat bubble gum. If they accidentally swallow it, it will stick to their throat and they won't be able to speak."
Shengfang's voice was soft, mysterious, and serious as she added, "Even if he is cured, he will become a person of few words."
Zhu Qing asked, puzzled, "Why bring this up?"
"Qingzai, you must have swallowed bubble gum when you were little."
Zhu Qing was speechless and couldn't refute it for a long time.
Why are some kids using indirect insults?
A knocking sound rang out, and Shengfang took light, quick steps to open the door.
After leaving Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Zhu Qing and her colleagues met at the dilapidated dormitory building of Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy.
"I've said it before, we used to live in this dormitory building too!"
"No way, it's gone so fast? When I first graduated..."
"Zhu Qing, is everything settled at the new house?"
“You’ll be lucky…you can live in a big house! Last time the murderer…my dad said he wanted to repaint the walls.”
They chatted and laughed as they naturally walked into the dormitory.
Fang Fang's uncle returned to Zhu Qing's side, and he clearly gave her a meaningful look.
The little one's clear eyes looked like they were about to twitch.
Shengfang raised her chubby little hand: "My niece has something to say."
Zhu Qing: ?
Everyone turned to look at them.
Smiling faces.
My colleagues were watching intently; some of them were being forced into this situation.
"..." Qingzi's cheeks flushed. "Thank you."
The baby in full bloom has the most loving expression.
He raised his sweet, childlike voice and demonstrated for his niece, "Thank you!!!"
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