The phone displayed the police station's landline number. Wang Shen looked at the number on his phone and frowned slightly; it seemed there was some new information.
"Hey, yes, I'm at the police station. What? Who? Where? Okay, I'm coming right away." As he said this, Wang Shen's voice grew louder and louder, and his tone became increasingly surprised.
After Wang Shen hung up the phone, Liang Zichen looked at him in surprise and asked, "Captain Wang, what happened?"
"The child has come to our door."
After hearing Wang Shen's words, Liang Zichen, relying on his sharp tongue, asked again, "Huh? What did you say?"
"Han Lin's child is at the police station." Wang Shen said briefly as he jumped out of the car, repeating his answer.
Liang Zichen followed closely behind Wang Shen, his tense expression suddenly relaxing. Liang Zichen smiled and said, "Dean Fu Ju has finally come to her senses. After all, calling the police was her best option."
Wang Shen paused for a moment, then turned back to look at Liang Zichen and said only two words: "No." After saying that, Wang Shen turned around and walked quickly towards the police building.
"No?" Liang Zichen muttered to himself. Wang Shen was already quite far away. Liang Zichen immediately jogged to catch up with Wang Shen. However, Liang Zichen was filled with doubt about Wang Shen's answer.
Liang Zichen roughly understood what Wang Shen meant. The word "no" was a denial of Liang Zichen's earlier guess. However, if Dean Fu Ju hadn't come to the police station to report the case, then why was Han Lin's child here?
Who sent this child here? How could Dean Fu Ju let the child come here alone? Unless... Could it be that Dean Fu Ju has already...? This is the worst possible outcome Liang Zichen can think of right now.
Wang Shen walked into the office building and went to the logistics office. The office door was open. Wang Shen walked in and saw two police officers surrounding a child, constantly trying to amuse him.
When the two police officers saw Wang Shen walk in, they immediately stood up straight and saluted him.
Wang Shen waved his hand, then turned his gaze to the child. It was a little boy, about five or six years old, with rosy cheeks, looking very well-behaved. The little boy was sitting alone in a chair, currently eating wontons from a bowl.
At this moment, a police officer walked up to Wang Shen, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered to Wang Shen, "This child seems to be starving, so we bought him a bowl of wontons. But we didn't expect that he would be able to eat by himself at such a young age, without us having to worry about him at all."
Wang Shen listened to the police officer's words while staring blankly at the little boy in front of him. The little boy's hands, however, did not stop moving at all, and he continued to carefully put the wontons into his mouth.
"Captain Wang." Liang Zichen noticed Wang Shen's unusual behavior and gently called out Wang Shen's name.
Wang Shen finally came to his senses. He walked over to the little boy, squatted down slightly, looked at him, and asked with a smile, "Little friend, did you like the wontons?"
The little boy was unusually quiet. Hearing Wang Shen speaking to him, he immediately put down his spoon, looked at Wang Shen with his big, watery eyes, and nodded. After a while, seeing that Wang Shen didn't speak, the little boy lowered his head and began eating the rest of his wontons.
Wang Shen felt that a five- or six-year-old boy shouldn't be so calm and mature. The crying and tantrums typical of that age were completely absent in the boy before him. His maturity, far beyond his years, only made him more heartbreaking to see.
Wang Shen moved a chair and sat down next to the little boy, but he didn't disturb him; he simply watched him quietly eat his wontons. Occasionally, the little boy would glance at Wang Shen. Perhaps it was the constant smile on Wang Shen's face that reassured the boy.
It didn't take long for the little boy to finish the bowl of wontons. As he drank the soup, Wang Shen gently placed his hand on the rim of the bowl. The little boy stared at Wang Shen with his big eyes.
Wang Shen smiled and said gently to the little boy, "We won't drink this soup. Uncle will take you to eat something delicious later, okay?"
The little boy blinked his big, watery eyes twice, then turned to look at the three people standing behind him, before finally fixing his gaze on Wang Shen's face and nodding.
Wang Shen smiled and patted the little boy's head. The reason the logistics officers called Wang Shen directly during the phone call was because they had found a piece of paper in the little boy's hand. The paper had a phone number written on it, and upon investigation, it turned out that the number belonged to Wang Shen.
Only then did Wang Shen confirm through deduction that the little boy in front of him should be Han Lin's child. When Wang Shen first went to investigate "Spicy Restaurant," he had given Han Lin his number. Han Lin must have already been preparing for this.
Han Lin must have given his number to Dean Fu Ju, instructing her to call Wang Shen in case of any emergency. The fact that the little boy is now at the police station with that number is likely Dean Fu Ju's arrangement.
Wang Shen smiled at the little boy and said, "Can I ask you a few questions, Uncle?"
The little boy looked at Wang Shen, and for the first time, a smile appeared on his face. Then, the little boy nodded gently.
Seeing the little boy's reaction, Wang Shen smiled and patted his head again. "Little friend, tell Uncle, how did you get here?"
"My grandma brought me here," the little boy replied to Wang Shen's question in a sweet, childlike voice.
Upon hearing this answer, Liang Zichen suddenly became agitated, took a step forward, and asked directly, "Your maternal grandmother? What's your maternal grandmother's name?"
Perhaps due to excitement, Liang Zichen's tone was somewhat hurried, and his expression became a little frightening. The little boy glanced at Liang Zichen's expression, and the slight smile that had been on his face suddenly vanished. The little boy avoided Liang Zichen's gaze and fell silent.
Wang Shen stood up from his chair, turned his back to the little boy, looked at Liang Zichen with a cold expression, and whispered, "Get out."
Although Wang Shen spoke those two words softly, he used an unyielding tone. Those two words were less a request and more an order from a superior to a subordinate. Liang Zichen suddenly snapped out of his daze; he had never seen Wang Shen with such a stern expression. Without saying anything, Liang Zichen turned and left the office. The two police officers standing nearby, watching Wang Shen's expression, unconsciously swallowed hard. Could this be the legendary iron-faced detective?
Wang Shen closed her eyes briefly to compose herself, then turned back to face the little boy. Now, a smile graced her face. She comforted the boy for a moment, then asked, "Can you tell me what your grandmother's name is?"
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