Chapter 22 My niece is a police officer!
The young police officer in charge of sealing off the scene was somewhat puzzled.
Who, whose uncle?
Shengfang, who always has a sullen face, grinned this time, revealing her tiny teeth.
Sincerity can move mountains, and I finally heard my niece call me "Uncle." This trip was truly worthwhile!
After greeting the elders, Zhu Qing used her hand to block the child's path, reminding him to stop.
The area outside and inside the cordon seemed like two completely different worlds. The eerie scene was enough to give even adults nightmares, let alone children. Shengfang, unusually self-disciplined, stood at attention with her short legs together, not even glancing towards the breakfast stall.
His niece was very professional, and he couldn't hold her back when it mattered most.
Out of the corner of her eye, Shengfang still caught a glimpse of a figure.
Dr. Cheng, holding a black umbrella, walked to the shutter door of the breakfast shop and extracted fingerprints from the gaps in the shutter. The little dumpling tiptoed and finally saw him clearly, then rubbed his eyes.
“It’s him!” Shengfang’s chubby little hand pointed at Dr. Cheng.
The stranger I met at the headquarters lab this afternoon was really mean when he bullied the kid. Even though he knew the kid's eyes were practically glued to the handheld game screen, he just tossed it around and watched it bounce on the sofa, laughing smugly.
This is ridiculous! The young master of the Sheng family had a falling out with the owner of the game console, but who would have thought that a few hours later, he would reappear at the crime scene, transformed into a professional forensic doctor? This is outrageous!
Mo Zhenbang walked up to Dr. Cheng.
This shop wasn't originally intended to be a breakfast shop; there was another wooden door before the roller shutter was installed.
Dr. Cheng used tweezers to remove the wooden door fragments, and the forensic assistant beside him stepped forward at the right time, handing over the evidence bag that had been labeled with the time when the fragments were collected from under the deceased's fingernails.
"There were red paint chips under the deceased's fingernails, which, according to preliminary assessment, match the chips from this wooden door," said Dr. Cheng.
Mo Zhenbang took a step back and raised his hand to compare the deceased's figure with the wooden door frame: "The dispute should have happened here. When the deceased resisted, his back hit the door frame, leaving the bruise on his back that you just mentioned."
A body was suddenly discovered in a shop at the bottom of a tenement building in Sham Shui Po. The notification was received after work hours. The officers of Team B arrived one after another. Tsang Wing-shan was the last to arrive. The police officer, known for her impulsive nature, was even more anxious because she had been stuck in traffic due to the heavy rain. She got out of the car and ran straight towards Mok Sir without any hesitation.
Just as Zeng Yongshan was about to rush into the breakfast stall, her wrist was suddenly tugged. She slammed on the brakes and turned her head, her eyes widening instantly.
It was Zhu Qing who stopped her.
"It's a bit scary," Zhu Qing cautioned. "It's best to prepare yourself mentally beforehand."
The other officers turned around with resentment and stared at Zhu Qing.
Just now, almost everyone entered the breakfast stall without any warning, only to be thoroughly startled, gasping in shock, and emerging looking pale and sickly. Why didn't Zhu Qing kindly warn them then!
Zhu Qing's head was practically covered in bumps from all the stares from her colleagues.
The young master of the Sheng family keenly noticed these gazes, suddenly looked up, and retorted with an extremely sharp look.
Major Crimes Unit B officers: ?
When Zeng Yongshan came out again, she shrugged as she heard the complaints of her other colleagues.
"So scared, yet you still claim to be a police officer." As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her head and winked at Zhu Qing.
Who says she's an ice queen? She's clearly very warm!
"You didn't see what just happened—"
"When Haozai came in, he tripped over the threshold of the breakfast shop and almost fell over."
"After killing someone, they shave off their eyebrows and put on some weird makeup..."
Just hearing that sent chills down everyone's spine.
Zeng Yongshan could only make a few jokes before she had to get into the zone as quickly as possible.
"What grudge did the murderer have against the victim that led them to dispose of the body like this?"
"Could it be some kind of sacrificial ritual... like being sealed by heavy makeup, preventing reincarnation or something?"
Unconsciously, Zhu Qing recalled scenes from the original plot.
Could this be the case from the original novel that completely changed the female protagonist's life?
The thought flashed through her mind, but Zhu Qing couldn't be sure.
The deceased was indeed murdered on a "rainy night," but other conditions do not hold true.
"What time is it? Still making a scene." Of the bunch of mischievous monkeys in Group B, only Mo Zhenbang could keep them in check. He walked out with a frown. "This case is serious. Inspector Weng will definitely be knocking on the door first thing tomorrow morning."
"Hao-zai, first confirm the deceased's identity and find out about his interpersonal relationships before his death, especially who he had conflicts with recently."
Inspector Mo quickly assigned tasks: "The first person to discover the body was Mrs. Lin, a regular customer at this breakfast shop. Yongshan, Zhuqing, go and ask her if she can give a statement now."
Mrs. Lin's face was still pale. Hearing the police officer's words, she barely made a gesture to indicate that she was willing to be questioned.
Her hands were trembling uncontrollably, and even after taking several deep breaths, she still couldn't calm them down.
"Uncle Li will coordinate the on-site investigation and interviews."
"Proceed according to the preliminary investigation plan."
The members of the Major Crimes Unit received their respective tasks, and everyone had something to do, except for little Sheng Fang, who was left out in the cold.
They were not allowed to get close to the crime scene, nor were they allowed to go too far.
Mo Sir's car door was still open, and the little boy was sitting on the edge of the seat, his two little feet sticking out and dangling.
Zeng Yongshan noticed that the little one was being naughty again and said to Zhu Qing, "Should we make him pull his foot back? There are a lot of puddles on the ground, and it will be troublesome if his shoes get wet."
"It's nothing." Zhu Qing didn't even look up. "His little legs can't reach the ground."
The young master immediately narrowed his eyes—
Qingzai, I heard everything!
The child's legs weren't that long, but he was quite the troublemaker. But getting his shoes wet was no big deal; Zhu Qing didn't think much of it.
If he's feeling unwell, consider it a lesson learned; if he's fine, just let it be. She's always held this belief since she was a child.
The major crime squad was so busy they barely had time to breathe. Sheng Fang was swinging her legs listlessly when suddenly a shadow fell over her.
The young master slowly tilted his head up, then tilted it up again, until his clear gaze finally settled.
He met a pair of smiling eyes.
Dr. Cheng recognized him as a very amusing child from the headquarters laboratory.
You're here too?
"It's you." The young master raised his chin, his expression unchanged. "Tetris."
...
Zhu Qing and Zeng Yongshan followed Mo Sir's advice and questioned the witness who discovered the body.
Zeng Yongshan took out a small pack of tissues from her pocket, pulled one out and handed it to the other person: "No rush, wipe your sweat first."
Mrs. Lin carried the basket full of vegetables in both hands, her legs still visibly weak. She used one hand to take the tissue and thanked him.
After a moment, she finally calmed down and pointed in a direction at the end of the street: "I live there, an old neighbor in Sham Shui Po."
“There’s no one on this whole street that I don’t know well, but Wenji is the one I know best. When I take my child to school, I come to Wenji for a plate of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) when I drop him off at school. Their xiaolongbao are different from other places; they have thin skins and lots of filling, and you can even buy half a portion.”
“This morning, I passed by Wenji, and the shop was closed. I didn’t think much of it at the time. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that Wenji is very lazy and takes a day off every now and then.”
"When did you discover the body?" Zhu Qing asked.
"In the afternoon, I went to the market to buy groceries and passed by Wenji again. I suddenly remembered that Wenji usually puts a red paper on the shutter door when something happens... So I went closer to take a look, but I couldn't find the red paper, and my shoes got stained red first. You see, it's right here."
The two officers followed Mrs. Lin's gaze and looked at the tips of her shoes.
They were brand new white sneakers, with brown stains on the toes that looked particularly glaring.
She walked to the entrance of Wenji Breakfast Shop and accidentally stepped on bloodstains. At first, she thought it was dipping sauce, but then she realized something was wrong. After discussing it with the people in the nearby shops, she called the police.
"So, you didn't actually see the body with your own eyes at the time, and you became suspicious just because of the bloodstains?"
“Madam, I watch TV every day,” Mrs. Lin said. “If it’s like in the movies, where they only discover the red and blue plastic bags containing the bodies when they smell the stench… then it’ll be too late!”
At that time, the victim had been dead for more than twelve hours, and the bloodstains had dried.
It was Mrs. Lin's distress over her newly bought limited-edition sneakers that led her to inadvertently discover the murder case.
"Is it really Ah Wen who's dead?" she asked again.
Mrs. Lin hadn't dared to peek through the roller shutter door earlier, but now that she was sure the dead man was the breakfast shop owner, she felt a chill run down her spine, even in the middle of summer.
"Who has such a deep grudge against him..."
...
A murder occurred in Sham Shui Po, and the police cordon immediately affected business on the entire street.
The area was surrounded by police, and the small shops around it were no longer as busy as usual, with owners and employees standing by the door.
"Wenji Breakfast Shop, it's an old brand. It used to be opened by Ah Wen's father, and then Ah Wen took over the business."
"Business is good. Usually, the steamers in front of this shop are taller than Ah Wen himself."
Hao-zai and Xu Jia-le asked around, but the fish ball stall owner on the street was the most uncooperative, waving his hand and saying he knew nothing. After getting rid of him, he pouted and looked unhappy.
"The police don't even bother to patronize our business while they're on duty," the fish ball vendor muttered to the stall owner next to him. "I'm a taxpayer too, I have a share in supporting them!"
"Boss, a bowl of curry fish balls, please." Liang Qikai walked over.
The fish ball vendor was surprised that a mere complaint would actually lead to a police officer patronizing his business, and he immediately beamed with joy and got to work.
Xu Jiale and Haozai clicked their tongues at the sight.
Why didn't they think of this move?
Liang Qikai is known for his strong interpersonal skills; he can extract information from anyone he goes to.
A moment later, the fish ball vendor handed over piping hot curry fish balls. He took the bamboo skewer and pointed to the breakfast stall.
"Has anything changed at Wenji lately?"
"What's different? We still start work early every morning and finish work in the afternoon."
The fish ball vendor clearly had no intention of continuing the conversation. As soon as he finished speaking, he started tidying up the sauces on his stall, making the already neat bottles and jars even more organized, clearly looking for trouble.
Liang Qikai took the bowl of fish balls back and awkwardly touched his nose.
Zeng Yongshan leaned close to Zhu Qing and whispered, "So cute."
"ah?"
"You two eat, the bamboo skewers are fresh too." Liang Qikai handed the bowl of fish balls to the two of them, along with a few bamboo skewers. "I'll go check over there again."
As Zeng Yongshan watched Liang Qikai's retreating figure, Zhu Qing had already taken the bowl of fish balls and walked back to the stall.
"Boss," Zhu Qing said, "add some chili."
The fish ball vendor took the chili sauce and was about to ask her how spicy or not spicy when he suddenly heard the madam speak.
"I just heard someone say that in early 2017, Wenji deliberately made sugar-coated fried dough sticks right in front of the shop?"
This is an exclusive "rumor" revealed by Mrs. Lin.
The fish ball stall on the street was doing good business, and the aroma of curry filled the street. I don't know if Man Kee couldn't stand the strong smell or if he wanted to steal business, but he set up a pushcart in front of his shop. They said that was a tin cart stall. The fish ball vendor had even argued with him about it.
“What sugar-coated shaved ice…” the fish ball vendor said, “Madam, if you’re not going to eat it, don’t stop me from doing business—”
"The aroma of the sugar-coated fish balls overpowers your curry fish balls, and the taste is far superior," Zhu Qing said. "You're unhappy about having your business stolen, aren't you? So..."
She paused, then changed the subject: "Let's talk about it slowly when we get back to the police station, but that would only delay your business further."
Zeng Yongshan's gaze completely shifted away from Liang Qikai.
She walked over to Zhu Qing in a few steps, and before she could even react, Fish Ball Guy had already spoken.
That's how efficient it is to get straight to the point!
Zeng Yongshan took the fish ball, poked one out, and popped it into her mouth.
"Don't do this, we're just a small business... let's talk this out." The other party had run into a tough nut to crack and could only answer honestly.
The deceased found in Wenji Breakfast Shop was named Feng Yaowen.
"Everyone calls him 'Stubborn Guy,' he won't listen to anything we say, he's completely unreasonable."
Two years ago, Feng Yaowen set up a small cart stall in front of his shop to compete with the fish ball stall for business.
“Go ask the neighbors, and you’ll know how many nice things I said to him. I never expected that neither gentle persuasion nor force would work on this person.”
"But this matter was eventually resolved; his wife persuaded him. Egg Tart Ling was right; if there's a problem, just go directly to his wife. Meilian is much more understanding... But now it's all right, his wife doesn't bother with him anymore..."
"When Wenji took his cart back that time, I wanted to thank him. When doing business, it's always better to have more friends than enemies. But as soon as I got to his shop, he chased me out with a broom. That's when I knew that someone like him, who offends many people and has few friends, would get beaten up sooner or later. But I never expected..."
When people open their doors to do business, it's inevitable that there will be some arguments, but they are never deep-seated hatreds.
The fish ball vendor never imagined that someone would die. He shook his head and sighed, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't describe.
"You just said that Feng Yaowen's wife doesn't care about him anymore?" Zeng Yongshan asked, looking up as she took notes.
“Everyone in the entire Sham Shui Po knows he’s divorced!” Fishball Guy got excited. “Don’t let Man Kee’s quiet demeanor fool you; he’s quite the womanizer. He has a lover outside. I heard that his lover is his high school classmate; they were together when they were young. Later, his wife caught them in the act, and he went to a love hotel with them.”
"What a waste, Meilian is so virtuous."
"Wenji was closed for a while, and when it reopened, he had a bruise on his face!"
Zhu Qing: "They started fighting?"
"Wenji's wife beat someone up?" Fishball Guy thought it was a joke. "She's so short... you can't even see her standing here. How could she possibly beat Wenji?"
The fish ball vendor told the police that Feng Yaowen's ex-wife was short and rather thin.
He paused again, then lowered his voice: "You'd never guess, it was his son who hit him!"
“If word got out that the son hit his father, nobody would believe it!” said the fish ball vendor. “After that incident, his son moved out.”
...
The murder case in the old tenement building in Sham Shui Po directly ruined Inspector Mok's rooftop barbecue plans for Saturday.
Mo Zhenbang said that once the case is solved, the barbecue will be upgraded, with unlimited oysters and several more cases of chilled beer, and everyone will drink until they drop.
Even so, everyone was still listless. Sitting in the meeting room facing the whiteboard, all they could think about were roasted chicken wings. In the blink of an eye, the roasted chicken wings flew away and turned into information about the dead.
“Fung Yiu-man, male, 48 years old, lives alone and runs a breakfast stall in Sham Shui Po. His financial situation shows that he has no debt and has savings in his account.”
“Residents of Sham Shui Po reported that he divorced his wife last year because of his affair. The other woman was his old classmate, divorced with a child. Their affair was discovered by both families not long afterward. The woman felt ashamed and went abroad to accompany her child to study. She should have stopped having contact with the deceased afterward. Checking the immigration records, she has not returned to Hong Kong for a year.”
At this point, Mo Zhenbang put another photo on the whiteboard.
He was a young man with very short hair, and his features bore a resemblance to Feng Yaowen.
“His son, Fung Chun-ming, is 20 years old and works as a waiter at a cafe in Central. He was on the night shift yesterday… We still can’t get in touch with him.”
“Feng Junming hated his father for betraying the family, and the relationship between father and son was very bad. When Feng Yaowen and Zhou Meilian divorced, he even hit his father.”
Since the body was discovered, the police have not been able to contact Feng Yaowen's immediate family members.
Mo Zhenbang circled Feng Junming's name with a red marker.
"Continue the search," Mo Zhenbang said. "Bring the people back for questioning as soon as possible."
After he finished speaking, the conference room fell silent.
All eyes were fixed on the photos of Feng Yaowen during his lifetime.
He seemed uncomfortable in front of the camera; his thin lips were taut, and there wasn't a trace of a smile.
Unconsciously, every police officer recalled the scene where the victim's face was heavily made up...
Bright lipstick added a touch of color to his lips, extending the corners of his lips upwards, as if he were smiling.
...
When Zhu Qing came out of the meeting room, the curly-haired little bean was still lying on his workstation, staring at the time ticking by on the wall clock.
At 3 p.m., the lawyers will be present at the Sheng family mansion. All the issues that need to be addressed will be brought to the table today.
"Zhu Qing." Before she left, Uncle Li called out, "Are you going to Banshan? I just found the latest address of the deceased's ex-wife, Zhou Meilian, which is on Xihuan Mountain Road. Go and check on the situation on your way."
Shengfang pouted, feeling uneasy.
My niece doesn't have a car, and walking anywhere isn't exactly convenient for her. The police force is exploiting her!
The young master, who is usually very talkative, was preoccupied with something at the moment and didn't bother arguing with Uncle Li. When the time came, he followed his niece and left the Yau Ma Tei Police Station.
He wasn't familiar with the way back to the Sheng family home, and his lips twitched slightly when he saw the winding mountain path.
The young master of the Sheng family, who was preoccupied with his own thoughts, was sent back to the villa on the hillside. Upon entering the house, he discovered that half of the family's servants had been removed.
In the empty living room, only Aunt Ping's hurried footsteps could be heard.
"Young master," Aunt Ping said, putting her hand on Shengfang's small shoulder, "You've already lost weight in just a few days..."
The young master nodded in deep agreement.
It's true. My niece eats like she's in a battle. She never knows how to sit down and enjoy life. I follow her to every meal. How can she not lose weight?
His niece is also very thin.
However, the child was stubborn and refused to admit it, only saying that it was muscle.
“Madam.” Aunt Ping turned to look at Zhu Qing.
Aunt Ping has been working in this job for over twenty years, and she has long since come to regard the Sheng family as her own home.
The second young lady was taken away by the police, along with the old housekeeper who suddenly went mad. Aunt Ping had nowhere to ask and had no idea what had happened. It wasn't until the police came to search Cui Fuxiang's room that she finally learned that the dashing policewoman was actually the eldest young lady's biological daughter!
"You've grown so much." She held Zhu Qing's hand, her voice trembling slightly. "So, so good..."
Sheng Fang noticed her niece's discomfort and stepped between them.
Shengfang stood between Aunt Ping and her niece, asking, "Has the lawyer arrived yet?"
Stepping into the Sheng family home again, Zhu Qing's status was different. But her mindset remained unchanged; the magnificent decorations and antiques before her were irrelevant to her.
The only thing she cared about was the little one in front of her who was trying so hard to protect her.
This was the first time Zhu Qing had ever seen the pampered young master of the Sheng family so uneasy.
He wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. When he saw the lawyer open the sealed document bag, his chubby little hands clutched the hem of his clothes, and his head was buried deep in his chest.
When Aunt Ping first started working for the Sheng family, she never imagined that one day she would hear the lawyer from the law firm read out the master's will.
It all felt like a dream. The Sheng family had fallen apart, and only the money left by the old man proved how glorious the Sheng family had once been.
Aunt Ping was confused about the distribution of the master's property.
It wasn't until the lawyer spoke again, explaining these legal provisions in more straightforward and understandable language, that the situation changed.
"Simply put, Mr. Sheng Wenchang's property was divided into three equal parts."
"The eldest daughter, Sheng Peirong, the second daughter, Sheng Peishan, and the youngest son, Sheng Fang, each own one-third. Given that Ms. Sheng Peirong is in poor health, Sheng Peishan lacks business experience, and Sheng Fang is still a minor, Mr. Sheng Wenchang has appointed a temporary administrator on the board of directors to temporarily take full charge of all Sheng family business."
The children knew they were there to get a share of the money.
His childish voice rang out: "Where is my niece?"
Two days ago, the lawyer met with Miss Sheng through the visiting glass to discuss the same issue of inheritance.
At this point, he briefly explained the inheritance terms and asked Sheng Fang, "Do you understand?"
The child is tilting their head; it's not necessarily whether they understand or not.
But Aunt Ping and another maid who was standing guard in the corner of the living room understood.
"In other words, even if the second young lady is in jail, she won't lose a single penny of her share. But the youngest daughter..."
"When the master made his will, he didn't know that the young lady was still alive. She wasn't mentioned in the will, so the inheritance has nothing to do with her. Unless one day the eldest young lady... in that case, she can inherit the eldest young lady's share."
The two servants whispered to each other.
They never imagined that Sheng Wenchang, who was always seen with Qin Lizhu while he was alive, would leave no protection for his second wife in his will. If it weren't for this tragedy that killed the couple, given Qin Lizhu's personality, the Sheng family would likely have been embroiled in a bitter inheritance battle. At that point, the media wouldn't be crowding the villa on the hillside, but rather scrambling to interview them outside the courthouse.
As for the second son-in-law of the Sheng family, he was an outsider to Old Master Sheng. Chen Chaosheng was the one who worked like a slave in the company, but in the end, he got nothing.
However, Sheng Wenchang was fair to all three children.
The rumors circulating weren't entirely unfounded. Initially, Sheng Peirong was indeed the only suitable candidate to succeed the Sheng Group. However, her health deteriorated, and Sheng Peishan was completely inept at business. It was only then that Old Master Sheng brought in his second son-in-law, Chen Chaosheng, to help out. However, the old man was shrewd enough to see through Chen Chaosheng's ambitions within a few years. Therefore, in his will, he specifically arranged for the board of directors to manage the company for his youngest son, absolutely forbidding Chen Chaosheng from interfering.
However, Old Master Sheng also knew in his heart that it would be more than ten years before his youngest son came of age. Who could say for sure what the company would be like by then?
The young master of the Sheng family was very dissatisfied with this will.
In the end, his penniless niece didn't get a single penny.
“I’ll give her half of mine,” the young master said generously.
The lawyer maintained a polite smile, remaining professional: "According to the will, the young master does indeed have the right to dispose of the property. However, it explicitly stipulates that the assets cannot be transferred or divided in any form before you reach adulthood."
"This is a clause specially set up by Mr. Sheng to protect your rights."
The blossoming is something I understand but don't quite grasp.
What does this mean?
“Ms. Zhu, regarding your application to become the young master’s guardian…” The lawyer turned his gaze to Zhu Qing, his expression gentle, “Although he is your uncle in terms of seniority, considering that you are older than him and have a stable source of income, this guardianship application should not encounter too many obstacles.”
A few days ago, the law firm suddenly notified me to read the will aloud again.
At the time, the young master of the Sheng family never expected that Zhu Qing would quietly fight for his guardianship.
The surprise came so suddenly that the little one was completely bewildered at first.
Gradually, his little face turned rosy, and the corners of his mouth turned down.
I don't know when the child's eyes became red.
He turned his back, pretending nothing had happened, and played with the cushions on the sofa.
Later, Shengfang was like a happy little elf flying around in mid-air in a cartoon.
His mouth stretched from ear to ear, his mind was filled with fireworks, and he was so engrossed in his own colorful world that he barely noticed what the adults were talking about.
It's roughly his educational background.
For example, going to kindergarten or something.
After all, his niece has to go to work and can't take him with her all the time, which the young master understands.
Actually, all I need is for my niece to be willing to take him away from here—
As an uncle, I can understand everything!
The weather has been unpredictable lately. It had cleared up, but as we left the villa, it started drizzling again.
Aunt Ping quickly opened an umbrella and chased after them.
The Filipino maid, Marissa, went back home, secretly taking the young master's limited-edition Transformers toy with her, presumably to give to her own child. The drivers were even faster than anyone else, so much so that now, there's no one to drive them down the mountain. In the rain, the Sheng family villa still looked grand, but there was no one in charge, and everyone was starting to look for other ways to make a living.
Aunt Ping had nowhere to go.
The young master said that if she wanted, she could still live here. She could clean the study and the few bedrooms that had long been uninhabited, and her salary would remain the same.
Aunt Ping's nose tingled with emotion: "The roads are slippery in the rain, please be careful."
Zhu Qing took the umbrella and tilted it slightly.
The child moved closer to her, and from that day forward, he was no longer afraid of wind and rain.
...
Shengfang originally thought that after 3 p.m. on Saturday, he would stay in this godforsaken place forever.
Unexpectedly, after the lawyer finished reading the will, he and his niece passed away even earlier than the lawyer.
You're saying this is a ghost town?
The young master of the Sheng family nodded vigorously.
Zhu Qing couldn't explain it to him.
Please, this is a luxury villa on the hillside.
On the way up the mountain, the winding mountain road seemed to have no end.
Now they are going down the mountain, their steps are light and quick, and they quicken their pace as if they are taking a running start. In a flash, they run a long distance.
Even the raindrops pattering on my face are free.
From now on, they will live together.
Zhu Qing and the young master made a three-point agreement.
Things like studying hard and being obedient are obviously old news. The high-IQ criminal from the original storyline, now back in the real world, should use his intelligence for good.
She didn't want to raise a little villain.
The young master of the Sheng family initially wanted to negotiate with his niece on the condition that she not abandon him.
But now, the children are climbing the ladder of success and have their own expectations for their new life.
“I don’t want to live in a steam room. I must buy a new house before this week.”
Zhu Qing reminded him that it was already Saturday evening.
Buying a house is not like buying groceries; with only one day left, it's absolutely impossible.
My uncle was fairly easy to talk to; after thinking for a moment, he nodded.
He can relax the requirements; they must move into the new house within ten days.
"Can you drive?" Sheng Fang asked.
"Won't."
The younger elder guessed it.
His niece used to live a very hard life; she couldn't even afford a bicycle, let alone a car...
"I'm taking my driving test." The young master said calmly, his hands behind his back. "Our family is going to buy a car."
Several cars were parked in the garage of the Sheng family villa in Banshan.
But those all belong to other people.
My niece can't suffer any more injustice.
Their son, Qingzai, needs a new car!
...
Suddenly, a younger uncle appeared in Zhu Qing's life.
From then on, her life was no longer peaceful.
She always does things according to plan and step by step. On the way to the West Ring Mountain Road, she sketched out a clear blueprint in her mind.
First, find a kindergarten near the police station for Shengfang and enroll her.
Secondly, there's the matter of the original female lead, Zeng Yongshan.
She must find a way to avoid the massacre that is about to befall the Zeng family.
However, because the original plot provided very little information about the murder case, the clues left for her were extremely limited.
When will that tragedy finally strike?
“This is West Ring Mountain Road.” Zhu Qing stood in front of the street sign at the street corner.
She looked around in full bloom.
My niece isn't interested in finding a place to live, so it's all on her uncle's shoulders. The Sai Wan Hill Road is close to the Mid-Levels, which means it's far from the police station—the location isn't ideal.
"West Ring Building." Zhu Qing held the note Uncle Li had written for her. "Just turn into that alley."
This is an old building near the hillside.
The exterior walls are peeling, the iron gates are visibly rusted, the passageways are piled with debris, and there are trash cans in the stairwell.
Shengfang, like a little character dodging obstacles in a game, dodged left and right, pinching her nose in disdain, and said, "There isn't even an elevator."
Zhu Qing was still trying to decipher the address on the slip of paper, without even looking up: "There are plenty of places without elevators."
The residents of Sai Wan Building are mostly elderly people and laborers...
Every time the young master of the Sheng family met someone, he would stare at them. If someone had a bad temper, they would glare at him irritably, at which point the boy would puff out his little chest.
His niece is a police officer.
Who's afraid of who!
The note that Uncle Li handed over had the address of the deceased Feng Yaowen's ex-wife written on it in a hasty handwriting.
The police did not suspect Zhou Meilian of being the murderer; they were just passing by and it was part of their routine.
"Knock on the door." Zhu Qing wanted to give the child something to do.
The young master of the Sheng family immediately raised his hand and knocked on the door three times.
A crisp knock echoed in the hallway.
"They're here, they're here..."
The woman who opened the door was in her early forties.
She was petite and wiry, with a gentle face, an apron tied around her waist, and a spatula in her hand, clearly having just come from the kitchen.
Who are you two looking for?
Zhu Qing showed her police ID: "We're here about Feng Yaowen's matter. You are—"
"I don't know him." The other person said this and slammed the door shut.
Zhu Qing and Sheng Fang were kept outside the door.
"Wrong address?" Zhu Qing frowned, puzzled. "This is the address Uncle Li wrote down."
Moreover, according to Yudanlao, the woman who opened the door... her physical characteristics match those of Feng Yaowen's ex-wife.
“Qingzai,” Sheng Fang said, “you should be polite even when investigating a case.”
"What?"
The young master looked up and instructed in a serious tone: "You must speak properly."
Unlike Sheng Fang, who grew up in a greenhouse, Zhu Qing, who struggled on her own, had long since developed a body full of thorns.
In the orphanage, being well-behaved and smiling won't bring peace; only fists will.
In daily case handling, such a personality is a double-edged sword.
For example, she sounds stiff and awkward when she talks in a casual, conversational style.
“Look at your uncle!” the young master said.
Shengfang knocked on the door again.
This time, the other person opened the door noticeably slower, and frowned slightly as they did so.
The door was open, and the solemn voice of the evening news anchor came from the television.
"According to the latest news from our station, the police have confirmed that the male corpse found in a tenement shop in Sham Shui Po yesterday is highly similar to another corpse found in an abandoned tenement building in Mong Kok this evening in terms of cause of death and modus operandi."
"Police have classified this case as a serial murder and are especially reminding citizens, particularly those walking alone at night, to be extra vigilant."
"If you have any leads, please..."
Zhu Qing's full attention was drawn to the evening news.
The chilling case from the original storyline seemed to echo in my ears—
A series of murders in red on a rainy night.
The woman who opened the door asked in an unfriendly tone, "What is it now?"
"Auntie." The young master of the Sheng family was setting an example for his niece, being quite polite, "We're here for Feng..."
Shengfang paused here, then suddenly stopped talking.
Feng what? He'd forgotten.
At that instant, Zhu Qing looked past the woman and into the house.
The house is small, with no balcony. A few clotheslines hang overhead, with damp clothes hanging low, and the smell of laundry detergent mingling with the smell of food from the kitchen.
As her gaze swept across the room, she noticed a red dress hanging in the center.
Sheng Fang couldn't remember the deceased's name. Imitating the detectives on TV, his chubby little face looked very sincere: "Officer, please cooperate with the investigation."
"I don't know—" The woman said with a sullen face, her hand on the door frame as she was about to slam the door shut again.
Not again?
Her beautiful little face scrunched up.
If it weren't for setting a good example for my niece, who would want to put up with this humiliation!
With a "thump," the young master's short hands braced against the door.
"Qingzai, arrest him!"
Zhu Qing: ?
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