Have you ever been looked down upon?

Perhaps everyone has had moments of hiding something. Perhaps there is no need to look down upon others, but you will feel physically and mentally hurt if someone just looks at you without smiling.

Clara is such a fragile person. She is always paying attention to the gazes of others, and is sensitive and irritable.

She has a temper far beyond her class, and a desire far beyond her savings.

Once you step into a situation where you can make a lot of money this way, it is difficult to jump out of the pit you are used to. You cannot stand the hardship, and you have no chance to accumulate skills to change yourself. This negative cycle day after day may last until death.

They are called pitiful and hateful people. They seem to have had the opportunity to choose, but they also seem to be just the smallest drop of water under the tide of society. Because they still have some value, they are pushed around.

Clara couldn't figure out her fate, and she didn't think about these things. In her mind, living and those subtle emotions were probably everything.

This morning, she thought about her identity and her fragile self-esteem.

For various reasons, she chose her most decent clothes in the closet, which were not revealing and of good quality. She put them on cleanly and combed her hair carefully.

Thinking of the handsome and gentle policewoman Yi Jiayi, and seeing the old newspapers still kept at home showing her with a ponytail, looking chic and beautiful, she also tied up her long brown-red hair, revealing a part of her white neck. When she

felt that she was ready, she put on a pair of flat shoes and went out.

In fact, she hadn’t received a call from Officer Yi yet. She was just worried that if she waited for the call at home, it would be a waste of time to rush to the police station. It would be better to just go to the police station and wait. Officer Yi would be busy with other work and would go to meet Minnie’s family. They could leave from the police station immediately. How convenient it would be.

…

Clara sat on the bench and watched the crooked tree outside the window of the police station’s alarm department swaying in the wind.

In the cold air, even the trees that never shed their leaves shed their green clothes and replaced them with orange and red.

It was almost 11 o’clock before Clara and Yi Jiayi got on the minibus and swayed towards the shacks in Chaohaiwan.

"You should be prepared in advance. Zhao Mei Ni's parents have a bad relationship with her. The last time we went to see them, we were turned away." Yi Jiayi sat by the window, wrapped her thick plaid coat, and sniffed while talking to Clara.

"I know, madam, Mei Ni told me that her parents cut off their relationship with her."

Jiayi nodded. Clara's confession recorded by Sanfu did mention this.

"Don't worry, Madam. Even if Minnie's parents don't open the door, I will knock or kick it open. I know you detectives are doing your job in a civilized manner, so I'm not afraid." Clara patted her chest twice, making it shake, and then continued with a heroic spirit:

"I will definitely let them go back to the police station with you to take Minnie back. I will never make things difficult for Madam."

"Okay, thank you." Jiayi couldn't help but pull her lips. Although many people in Daliyuan said that Clara had a bad temper when she was taking notes, Jiayi finally knew why those people loved and hated her at the same time.

This person has a kind of fierce and ruthless spirit, just like the big sisters in the Hong Kong dramas that Jiayi watched when she was a child.

It was almost noon when they arrived at the Zhao family's shed. The two walked across the dirt road one after the other.

When they knocked on the door, Jiayi was ready, but after talking to Zhao's mother, she still felt sad.

Zhao's mother opened the door with that indifferent face. When she heard that the murderer of Zhao Meini had been captured, Zhao's mother just said "hmm".

Jiayi said that Zhao Meini's family could take her body away now. Zhao's mother paused for a few seconds and said decisively:

"We have already severed ties with her. Please ask the police to handle it. Send it to the hospital for autopsy or burn it. You don't need to inform us."

Then, without waiting for Yi Jiayi and Clara to react, Zhao's mother slammed the door.

"Hey!" Clara came to her senses and tried to stop him, but her hand was nearly pinched.

Jiayi looked at the door in front of her, sighed softly, turned around and looked at Clara expectantly.

However, the kicking or knocking on the door that Clara had said did not happen. The fierce woman just now covered her face and sobbed silently.

"..." Jiayi.

Jiayi was just thinking about whether to comfort Clara, the woman had hastily wiped away two tears with her sleeves, facing the door and spoke loudly:

"Minnie was going to open a fish ball shop before she died, did you know?

" "She knew that she didn't listen to her parents and had taken the wrong path. But she didn't know how to do anything, she only knew how to make snacks like fish balls that her mother taught her to make when she was a child. She told me that the fish balls made by her mother when she was a child were the most delicious, and she could eat 16 at a time, more than her sister. Every time she eats until her belly is full, she has to sit in her mother's arms and ask her mother to rub her belly, which makes her burp all the time...

"Minnie also said that the neighbors in the dozen or so shacks by the bay can all make fish balls, but only her mother's are the best. Because her mother has a secret recipe and only taught her.

"She has saved a lot of money. She will definitely make money by opening a fish ball shop. Then her father will not feel embarrassed, and her mother will let her in.

"She told me a lot of things about her childhood. Minnie really misses her parents."

Clara choked up while talking, and Jiayi, who was standing beside her, also had tears in her eyes.

In the gap between Clara's words, Jiayi seemed to hear sobbing from inside the door, and she didn't know if she heard the sound of waves and sea breeze mistakenly.

"I will follow the police officer back to the police station and send Minnie to be cremated. Then I will put the ashes at the door. Whether to throw them away or put them away depends on whether you give Minnie a chance." Clara said loudly to the inside of the door, turned around and wiped her eyes, and whispered to Jiayi:

"Madam, let's go."

Jiayi turned around and stared at the closed wooden door again, and nodded.

...

...

When Jiayi helped Clara to complete the body handover process and returned to the office, Fang Zhenyue happened to have just picked up the express delivery from the front desk of the police station.

"Brother Yue, whose bag is this?" Liu Jiaming asked curiously.

"My mother." Fang Zhenyue hadn't been home for a long time. His family urged him to come back, but he didn't come back. He always didn't see him at his residence, so he had to mail things to his police station.

"Wow, my mom, what's in the mail? Open it and take a look?" Liu Jiaming poked his head in.

"Call me grandma." Fang Zhenyue glanced at Liu Jiaming and subtracted his generation point by one.

"Hehe." Liu Jiaming touched his nose. He couldn't call daddy since he had nothing to eat.

After Fang Zhenyue unpacked the package, he found a small square box with a note on the side.

Liu Jiaming looked inside without any respect. Seeing that Fang Zhenyue didn't stop him, he simply read out loud: "Thank the policewoman who saved your life. This is a gift prepared by your father and I."

"Ah, it's a gift for Eleven?" Sanfu heard that it was the one who saved Brother Yue's life. Wasn't that the police officer Yi Jiayi who shot and killed Ye Yongqian during the Baojin Bank robbery?

"Ah?" Jiayi, who was still sighing about Zhao Meini, was immediately distracted and gathered around Fang Zhenyue. "What is it, Brother Yue?"

Uncle Jiu, who was sitting in his seat drinking tea, also came over with a small teacup.

Fang Zhenyue took out a small box and handed it to Jiayi without paying attention. "It's your gift, take a look." Jiayi

raised her eyes and looked at Fang Zhenyue. Seeing that he was smiling, she was not polite.

After taking it, she sat on the chair, cleared her throat, and said, "I'm going to open it."

"Come on!" Liu Jiaming urged with a smile, "Why are you still keeping it a secret?"

Jiayi smiled and opened the lid. In the exquisite velvet box, there lay a dark green jade pendant carved into the shape of a ruyi.

Under the natural light, the jade has a soft sheen, making it look particularly delicious.

Jiayi leaned over and asked with some trepidation: "Will this be very expensive, Brother Yue?"

"After all, it's not as expensive as my life, so keep it." He threw the unpacked garbage into the trash can, patted her on the head, and then said:

"Mr. Tu donated a small police car to the police force, saying that it is specially donated to the Serious Crime Unit B. Madam has already gone to handle the registration procedures. We can drive the car anytime in the future. If anyone needs it urgently, we can take off the warning lights and use it privately a few times. It's a good thing. Let's go to Yi Ji to celebrate in the evening?"

"Wow, Mr. Tu is so generous." Gary rubbed his hands expectantly. He always took Brother Yue's car when he went out. Will he have the chance to touch the steering wheel in the future?

"Has our group B not got a driver's license by November?" Fang Zhenyue walked to the whiteboard and asked while wiping the writing on it.

Jiayi was still holding the beautiful pendant that could fascinate everyone in both hands, looking at it facing the light and looking at it with her back to the light, she was so happy that she wanted to jump up, but suddenly she was called and turned around and stood at attention, saying seriously: "Yes, Brother Yue."

"Go and learn it?" Fang Zhenyue suggested.

"Yes, sir!" Jiayi responded loudly and hung the pendant around her neck. The

emerald green Ruyi fell into the collar and fell heavily under the collarbone, moist and cool.

She took it out and rubbed it, and it became warm. When she hid it back under the clothes, it felt moist and slippery. She grabbed it through the clothes and loved it very much.

Walking briskly to Fang Zhenyue's side, she said embarrassedly: "Brother Yue, actually I can't be considered to have saved your life. We are on a mission together in the serious crime team, and we should help each other. I am unworthy of this gift..."

She has also been taken care of by everyone. They are all police officers, and they protect each other's backs. How can it be considered a 'life-saving grace'? It is what they should do.

Fang Zhenyue turned around and saw Jiayi holding the jade tightly while looking embarrassed. He couldn't help laughing, "They don't approve of my work. It's all being broadcast on TV. If it weren't for your shot, Sanfu and I would be dead. This is also the truth. It's my parents' intention, so you should accept it with peace of mind. In my opinion, since it saved my life, this gift is too insincere."

Fang Zhenyue thought about it seriously, opened his arms and gestured, "At least you should give me such a big one."

"Haha, so big?" Sanfu couldn't help teasing, "Are you going to give me a jade statue of Guan Gong?"

"Yeah, it's a good idea." Fang Zhenyue nodded.

"Wow, Brother Sanfu. Brother Yue's parents gave gifts, what about yours?" Gary couldn't help teasing.

"Can I pledge my love to you?" Sanfu raised his head and straightened his chest. "He's a handsome young man."

"Brother Sanfu! Why are you repaying kindness with enmity?!" Jiayi protested immediately.

"Hahahaha."

"Haha."

The detectives laughed.

"Wow, Sister Shiyi has such high standards! You don't even like a handsome guy like me?" Sanfu was not embarrassed.

"I want to spend my life with justice. Men will affect my speed of drawing a sword." Jiayi waved her right hand, pretending to be a female hero.

"Wow, Shiyi is so strong, the criminals are in trouble!" Uncle Jiu also followed the young people to make a noise.

In the following time, everyone divided the work to finish the Portland Street fruit corpse case. Jiayi also started to work with Liu Jiaming to write a case report and organize all the evidence and test sheets.

The DNA test report came out too slowly. The case had been solved, but the detectives still hadn't received it.

Jiayi had no choice but to put this part of the evidence aside for now and make up for it when the report arrived.

Time passed quickly, and it was time to get off work in the blink of an eye.

Liu Jiaming was particularly active, yelling to hurry up, and after asking, I found out that he had secretly called Yi Jiadong and wanted to eat mutton stew tonight.

The hot dinner was calling, and his taste buds and stomach were anxious.

Fang Zhenyue was very good at pampering his own detectives, "The subsequent data and process work will be done tomorrow morning, and we're done."

"Long live Brother Yue." Liu Jiaming shouted, and like driving cattle and sheep out of the pen, he urged everyone out of the office.

It's time to get off work, and no one is allowed to dawdle!

The group walked out of the police station happily only to find that there were many reporters gathered outside the door.

After asking the uniformed police nearby, they learned that it turned out that Qiu Susan's complaint to the superintendent of police had passed, and Qin Hongliang was transferred to prison to wait for the court session, and was escorted at this time.

The reporters were all here to interview the criminals, and Mr. Guo from the public relations department allowed a few media with whom they interacted well to ask a few questions.

Jiayi followed everyone to the garage while looking at Qin Hongliang surrounded by the media a few steps away. However, after just one night's absence, the arrogant young woman had lost all her spirit. She seemed to have aged in the blink of an eye, and her whole person became listless and timid. It was hard to imagine that she was the difficult murderer who set many traps for the police and others.

"May I ask why you killed someone?"

"May I ask if it was to fight for a man?"

"I heard that you left a lot of clues for the police to investigate. Did you deliberately provoke the police?"

The reporter's questions were varied, but Qin Hongliang did not answer. She stood there with lifeless eyes, and suddenly murmured:

"I didn't expect the garbage incinerator would be flooded by the rainstorm. God wants me to get the retribution I deserve."

The microphone that the reporter put to Qin Hongliang's mouth amplified her words and reached the ears of everyone present.

A reporter immediately asked: "What garbage truck was flooded by the heavy rain?"

"On the 28th, the garbage truck that contained the rubber gloves I wore when I killed someone." Qin Hongliang finally raised his eyelids and shook his head, saying: "I made a mistake, I admit it."

"No garbage truck was flooded by the rain." Another reporter frowned. They, as reporters, knew all the news. They had read the disaster reports during the typhoon, big and small events. He even counted the number of garbage cans on Portland Street that were blown down by the typhoon.

If there was such a thing, he would definitely not miss it.

"No?" Qin Hongliang frowned.

"No." The tall reporter standing on the other side also responded, no, really not.

Qin Hongliang was stunned for a few seconds, and her expression suddenly twisted. She yelled in anger: "The police lied to me! Ah, I was not careless! I didn't! I didn't make any mistakes, I didn't make any mistakes, I didn't make any mistakes! I didn't!"

She raised her head, her voice gradually became hoarse, full of reluctance and anger.

Reporters immediately crowded around like cats smelling blood, vying to ask questions louder.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "Ah, those seem to be the detectives from Team B who solved the Portland Street fruit corpse case." The next moment, all the cameras turned to Fang Zhenyue and his party walking towards the garage.

Several reporters who were closest to that area rushed over, and the leader asked loudly: "Excuse me, sir, did the police use fraud or other means to obtain confessions?"

"Excuse me, what about the rubber gloves that the murderer mentioned?"

Fang Zhenyue pushed through the crowd and said calmly: "No, the murderer did something wrong and his emotions are probably not stable. All our interrogation processes are videotaped and recorded, and only the murderer will sign it if he agrees. Please media must be fair and report the truth, and don't be misled by the cunning murderer."

After that, he protected the other detectives, interrupted other questions, and quickly rushed out of the encirclement and walked towards the garage.

A photographer standing on a media car watched the detectives break through the siege through the camera. Suddenly, the policewoman walking among them turned around and looked in the direction of the murderer.

The sunset light penetrated the trees and fell on the policewoman, casting a mottled golden light, and painted a hazy red halo around the policewoman.

Perhaps a beam of light penetrated the red dead leaves and turned into red stars, embedded in the shoulders of the policewoman.

She walked forward with big strides, looking back with her head held high, her posture was upright, proud and solemn.

Even if she was standing among a group of tall and mighty detectives, even if she was surrounded by a group of reporters, her look of looking back at the criminal still became the center of the lens.

It seemed that her whole body was shining, so dazzling.

Click, click!

The photographer couldn't control his fingers and pressed the shutter button continuously.

…

All the agents of Team B got on the jeep. Fang Zhenyue stepped on the accelerator and walked around the crowd onto the main road. Then Fang Zhenyue asked:

“Who told her that the garbage truck was hit by the rain?”

“I did.” Sanfu immediately raised his hand to admit, “She asked when we were taking her statement. I was afraid that she would not cooperate with the interrogation if she knew the truth, so I said that.”

Waiting for the red light, Fang Zhenyue looked back and met Sanfu’s eyes, who was a little worried that he had said something wrong. Suddenly he laughed:

“Well done.”

…

That night, the Sun and Moon Daily, which was the best-selling newspaper in Hong Kong at that time, paid a high price to buy the photos taken by the photographer from a high altitude with Yi Jiayi as the center.

In the first line of this article, the editor-in-chief Cha personally mentioned:

[Everyone’s actions will leave traces, and the most sensitive agents will make everything invisible. 】

…

That night, Jiayi wrote down in her diary:

[Supernatural powers cannot be used as evidence in court, but after supernatural powers point out the direction, the reasoning chain and evidence that everyone has worked hard to dig out can be. ]

Putting the cap on the pen, Jiayi stared at the page for a long time before pinching the page foot and gently tearing it off.

In the small iron box, she lit the paper and sniffed the smoke that dissipated as soon as she turned around...

…

In the early morning of the next day, in Nam Wan, Lai Chi Kok, Zhao's father rowed his boat back with a full load.

Zhao's mother helped to collect the nets and pick out different fish into baskets. Her hunched back looked thin in the morning light.

Zhao's father dropped anchor and tied the boat. After washing, he went to the morning market with Zhao's mother to sell fish.

At dawn, they had sold all their fish and had a bulging bag of change.

On the way home, Zhao's father bought two newspapers.

When they got back to their home in the boathouse district, the two old people didn't talk to each other. Zhao's mother prepared breakfast, and Zhao's father washed his face and sat under the window to read the newspaper in the morning light.

After dinner, Zhao's mother, who couldn't read, asked her husband to help her read the newspaper.

After reading the report on the Portland Street murder, Zhao's mother pressed the newspaper with both hands, and her fingers gently traced the lines of square characters that she didn't recognize.

The old couple sat facing each other in silence. After an unknown amount of time, Zhao's father stood up, stepped on a stool and moved the large cardboard box from the cabinet.

The cardboard box was damp and mold had grown in many places.

He wiped the dust off the cardboard box with his rough hands, opened the box, searched inside for a while, and took out an old photo frame.

Holding the photo frame, he wiped the corners and the mirror with the hem of his clothes, turned back to the window, looked around, and placed the photo frame on the shelf under the window that received light.

Zhao's mother's eyes always followed her busy husband. Her old and wrinkled face showed no joy or anger. She just watched silently.

The sun rose higher and higher, and became brighter and brighter.

Even the mottled old glass of the shed could not block the morning light. It splashed and shone on the old photo.

Zhao Meini was a girl, wearing the school uniform, young and beautiful, with bright eyes.

She smiled so brightly at the camera, like a flower ready to bloom in the spring.

The old window blocks the coldness of late autumn outside the house, and the girl in the photo only sees the bright sunshine.

Under the eaves, inside the doors and windows, Zhao Meini has returned home.