She had only caught a glimpse of this person at the airport, so she couldn't see him clearly, but she had sketched out his general appearance. He was wearing black-framed glasses, staring at his phone, and following behind them.
Shan Cong took a look and saw only a vague figure. It would be troublesome to investigate, but he didn't want her to look down on him, so he could only bite the bullet and agree: "I'll check it when I get back."
Seeing that he was in a dilemma, I asked, "What kind of case has Officer Li assigned to you? You look so worried."
"A robbery," he said, "but it's nothing serious."
Seeing that he didn't want to reveal more, I didn't ask any further.
Seeing Shan Cong was about to leave, Aunt Lin quickly took out some cakes from the kitchen and said, "Officer Shan, Aunt Lin knows you are busy, so I brought these with me and you can eat them with your colleagues."
"Thank you, Aunt Lin."
Before visiting the Siheyuan, Shan Cong learned about the news in Yunnan from his colleagues in the bureau, saying that during the last operation, the hackers in their organization escaped.
He looked at the portrait drawn by Mu Zishan again, and he had to connect it with the escaped hacker.
Officer Li had recently been away on a business trip, leaving him with several major bureau matters to handle. It was time to close the gap. Returning to the office, he distributed the work to his colleagues and then busied himself with activity.
Aunt Lin brought some strawberries to the two people in the study. She had gone to the supermarket early that morning to pick out the freshest ones. Mu Zishan was never picky about the quality of food; only Zhuo Qiang cared about the freshness of his food. So he ate a few more and thought they were pretty good. He brought them to her table and then left. He had to go to the company.
Not long after he left, Aunt Lin called her from outside: "Zishan, there are guests coming."
When he walked out, it was a girl who looked like a star, with fair skin. Her angry words were like singing: "Are you Mu Zishan?"
She looked her up and down and asked, "Who are you?"
The other person walked towards her, looked her up and down, looked at her with a smile, but his eyes stayed on the ring on her ring finger.
Aunt Lin thought she was a little strange and wanted to say something, but she had already left the yard: "That's exactly what's strange. She just said she was your friend."
"Really? I don't know her." She tried her best to recall and indeed had never seen this woman before.
"It seems I was careless." Aunt Lin blamed herself again, went out, closed the door, and continued to clean the yard.
She didn't care so much, and went to lie down on the chair and picked up the magazine beside her. At that moment, she seemed to be in the Middle East environment of that year.
Artillery fire roared overhead as she sought information about a client's lover. The scene was so chaotic that even the hospital doors were closed to the public. Amidst the rubble, even the women giving birth had lost their composure. Some had grown accustomed to this precarious existence, while others fled, yet they could not escape the horror of the attack.
After staying there for a few days, she even disappeared from the hotel and lived without water or electricity. Following the only clues she had, she came to the refugee camp, which was set up by an international relief organization, with young doctors and soldiers who resisted the attacks.
In order to gain the trust of the refugees, she became a nurse and recorded the information of many people, including the original ones.
About a month later, during a rescue operation, her rescue team found the woman. She was just as described in the file: a middle-aged woman with some leg problems, and she was accompanied by her son.
After finding her, Mu Zishan immediately sent a message back to her client in the UK. According to the arrangement, she was to take the mother and son away from the Middle East to meet her husband in the UK.
Unfortunately, on the way out, they encountered a commando, whose bullet pierced the mother's heart. The client's son was very sad and didn't want to leave, let alone see his father who was far away in England.
Although he was just a child at the time, he was only two years younger than the 18-year-old Mu Zishan. A grown boy, he had completely lost himself and hope in life because of his mother's death.
In a city like that, it was not easy to find an undisturbed cemetery. To comfort the boy, she decided to drive to another city, where she found a cemetery for the mother.
The boy lost his most beloved relatives, and his tired homeland could not be a comfort to him. Mu Zishan talked with him for a long time and finally persuaded him to leave that place and go to England together.
At that time, her brother was still studying in medical school, and her income was not much, so she could only find him a place to live. But after one month of confinement, the boy disappeared.
Just like today, a strange Chinese man met her and simply asked her: "Are you Mu Zishan?"
"That's right," she replied.
The other party recorded something and then left.
She woke up from her memories, her past experiences were vivid in her mind, but those people were no longer there. Perhaps this is life. Aunt Lin brought her a blanket and covered her legs: "The wind in early spring is still a little chilly."
She has become accustomed to Aunt Lin's nagging, but she doesn't know whether those who have left her have someone who cares about them and nags them like she does.
On Zhuo Qiang's desk was a photo of him and Mu Zishan. An old classmate who came to discuss a project with him took a look at the person in the photo and couldn't help but admire it: "Is this your wife? Why didn't you bring her out to show her to your old classmates?"
"Oh," he adjusted the position of the photo and said, "I'll definitely introduce it to everyone when I have the chance."
"I really didn't expect that someone could take in a bohemian like you, Master Zhuo," the other person joked, "Back when we were in private high school, you were a celebrity in my school. That girl didn't try to please you."
"Guo Wei, don't be so arrogant. You were the most popular boy in school back then, weren't you? The women who wanted to pursue you were lined up at the school gate."
"Oh, I would have forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it," he smiled. "One time we were playing basketball and I hit a girl on the head. Later she gave me a love letter. When I opened it, I saw it wasn't for me, but for you."
"It seems to be the case."
The secretary knocked on the door and came in to remind him, "Master Zhuo, the restaurant has already booked a table."
"Okay," he said, "let's go."
Guo Wei stood up and followed him, nodding to the secretary in gratitude. He had come to Zhuo Qiang to collaborate on a real estate project. He had the land, the people, the connections, but he lacked the funds. Zhuo Qiang knew him well, but he had little interest in real estate projects.
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