Zhou Yuanyuan didn't expect that Wu Jinfeng would tell the secret in her heart after being frightened by them.
Laxatives? Illness? Could it be that Wu Jinfeng was responsible for Zhou Geming's death?
Zhou Yuanyuan frowned and gestured to Zhou Jiasheng to retreat. After all, they were in the police station, and making too much noise would be a big deal if they got caught.
Zhou Jiasheng nodded, took off the wig made of thin white plastic ropes on his head, and took Zhou Yuanyuan's hand and walked towards the back wall of the police station.
During the day, Zhou Yuanyuan and Zhou Jiasheng took a walk around the police station wall, but it wasn't in vain. There was a small hole under the wall near an alley. Zhou Yuanyuan and Zhou Jiasheng's small bodies could squeeze through.
Zhou Jiasheng was still young and did not understand the meaning of Wu Jinfeng's words. However, being able to scare Wu Jinfeng to death was already an incredible achievement for him.
Zhou Jiasheng's heart was filled with pride. He had finally gotten his mother's revenge. He felt like a real man. Thinking back to what his sister had said that afternoon, Zhou Jiasheng felt a little confused. Was Dad really like his sister had said: that he hadn't criticized Grandma on Mom's behalf, and had even helped Grandma plead with the police?
In Zhou Jiasheng's mind, Zhou Zhixin has always been tall and omnipotent. However, his sister never lies. Has his father changed?
On the wall, a young man with a cold face looked at Zhou Yuanyuan and her brother. He almost suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes as he saw such a scene.
An eight-year-old and a six-year-old actually ran to the police station in the middle of the night to pretend to be ghosts? Are they really that brave? If he hadn't happened to be there tonight and distracted the police on duty, these siblings would have been arrested. And judging by the appearance of these two children, they even knew to bring a few "props" to enhance the effect of the ghost play!
Thinking of Old Jiang, the sharp-eyed middle-aged policeman in the police station's guardhouse, Wen Ziqing felt a little ashamed. To keep his two children safe from detection, he had essentially aided and abetted the evil. Fortunately, his martial arts training over the past few months had been quite effective, allowing him to successfully lure Old Jiang around the town. A few months ago, he might not have been Old Jiang's match.
If Zhou Yuanyuan and her brother were apprehended tonight, it wouldn't be enough to dismiss them as "children." Who would believe two children so young would come up with the idea of pretending to be ghosts? If they ran into a police officer who took a more serious approach, it wasn't impossible that Zhao Qingshan and Zhou Zhixin would be implicated.
Judging from Wen Ziqing's experience, Zhou Yuanyuan was definitely the mastermind behind this incident. As for Zhou Jiasheng, Zhou Yuanyuan would probably applaud if she sold him off.
Why was his little girl so different from other little girls? Other little girls her age only knew about candy, snacks, hairpins, and fancy clothes, but his little girl was full of mischievous tricks. Wen Ziqing felt a headache. He wondered if his little girl would become a little dumber after a dozen years.
Watching the two children so excited, Wen Ziqing felt a touch of sadness. He knew this extravagant wish of his would never come true. From childhood to adulthood, the little girl had been so clever, who knew how many people she would trick when she grew up. Forget it, it would be better to just trick him. He would take care of his little girl.
Wen Ziqing thought of the near future, when he would battle wits and courage with the quirky little girl, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. With such a "lively" wife, his future life would surely not be as stagnant as his previous life.
Zhou Yuanyuan and Zhou Jiasheng breathed a sigh of relief after they stuck out their little butts and crawled out of the small hole in the wall.
A pair of long legs suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Jiasheng and Zhou Yuanyuan. They were startled and looked up, only to see Wen Ziqing's icy face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
"Brother Ziqing, you're back?" Before Zhou Jiasheng could react, Zhou Yuanyuan jumped over with a look of surprise on her face, and her little hands just happened to wrap around Wen Ziqing's neck.
"Brother Ziqing, when did you get here?" Zhou Jiasheng asked, then remembered the mess of makeup on his face. He lifted his sleeve and wiped his face, leaving a mess of black charcoal all over his face.
Wen Ziqing took advantage of the little girl's momentum and picked up the naughty Zhou Yuanyuan. Zhou Yuanyuan's body was heavier than when they first met, and she felt a little chubby.
"Brother Ziqing, are you here to take us home?" Zhou Yuanyuan deliberately changed the subject. She had made up her mind that if Wen Ziqing didn't ask, she would never admit that she and her brother had come out to "pretend to be ghosts" tonight.
"Naughty little girl." Wen Ziqing was so angry that his teeth itched, and he reached out and slapped the little girl's butt. Remembering that the little girl was still young, Wen Ziqing could not help but soften his hand when he touched the little girl's chubby little butt.
"Brother Ziqing is so mean!" Zhou Yuanyuan rubbed her butt with one hand, her face flushed red. Ahhhhh!!! A spanking? Bingshan actually spanked himself? Was she sure he wasn't taking advantage of her? If she had known, she wouldn't have acted cute.
In the darkness, Wen Ziqing saw the accusation on Zhou Yuanyuan's face. Somehow, Wen Ziqing felt a little guilty.
Wen Ziqing reached out and touched Zhou Yuanyuan's head helplessly. The fluffy touch reminded him of the cat he had as a child. That cat was just like a little girl, meowing around him when he was happy, but turning its head away without even looking at him when it was unhappy.
There were soft footsteps not far away; it seemed the middle-aged police officer had caught up again. Wen Ziqing narrowed his eyes. He could swear on his past life's captain of investigation that Old Jiang had good tracking skills. He must have served in the army for a few years, maybe even as a scout before retiring.
Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Wen Ziqing's face turned cold. He bent down and picked up Zhou Jiasheng, who was standing there in a daze, with his other hand, and ran away in a flash.
Old Jiang stood by the wall, looking around in confusion. He clearly sensed a unique atmosphere here, so why was there no one in sight, save for the chill of the night and the occasional gust of wind?
Lao Jiang stretched out a hand and scratched his scalp, feeling that he had really seen a ghost tonight. Just now, while on duty, Lao Jiang saw a figure loitering in front of the police station. When Lao Jiang chased out to find out what was going on, the figure turned around and ran away.
Thinking it was a night thief, Lao Jiang chased the shadow around Sanhe Town several times, but to no avail. If Lao Jiang weren't an atheist, he'd have thought he'd seen a ghost. The shadow was incredibly fast, swerving here and there, and then vanishing in the blink of an eye.
It seems I still need to strengthen my training! Dejected, Lao Jiang walked around the wall back to the police station. He was on duty tonight, and he hoped nothing would happen at the police station while he was away.
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