Chapter 10 Test: Will he go tonight?
After the school and family visits were completed, the focus shifted to supervising Qian Darong.
Qian Darong dutifully participated in the community service activities, which were held once a week, for two months.
The school's supervisory team reported that Qian Darong no longer caused trouble for Liang Jiushan, nor did he harass Liang Qiqiao on the way home from school.
Wei Changfeng and his team quickly focused their efforts on a comprehensive investigation of special personnel.
The Jinwu Road Police Station has jurisdiction over many large state-owned factories. In recent years, due to the reform of state-owned enterprises, many employees have been laid off. With more idle people, there have been more cases of prostitution, gambling, and drugs. In order to maintain local security, the case team launched an October operation to clean up people and places that were involved in prostitution, gambling, and drugs.
This busy period lasted until November.
November 12, 1993, Friday, 6:15 p.m.
As the weather turns cooler, the leaves of the large locust tree in the backyard of the police station turn yellow and fall off, revealing the black thorns on its branches, giving it a somewhat rugged appearance.
Jiang Ling sat at the small table in the archives room.
Although she was moved to the case team office on the east side of the second floor, Jiang Ling would always sit in the archives room after get off work.
Having worked in archives management for thirty years in her previous life, she had grown accustomed to the smell of ink in the archives room. The rows of neatly numbered file folders were like old friends, making her feel especially at ease.
After being reborn, Jiang Ling discovered that although her memory had not weakened, there was a certain obstacle to retrieving information from her past life's archives: a relevant event or piece of evidence was required to trigger the process.
For example, information about Liang Jiushan only comes to mind the moment he sees him.
Jiang Ling took out a pen and drew a circle above the date "November 12th" circled in red on the calendar.
November 12th is the day Liang Qiqiao was violated in her previous life.
Reborn, Jiang Ling initiates a "home-school-community" linkage mechanism to comprehensively reform Qian Darong, but she has no idea how effective it will be or whether she can avoid the tragedy of her previous life.
Has Qian Darong truly reformed?
Is it possible that he is just hiding his desires in his heart, waiting for the right time to reveal them?
Could it be that the more suppressed one is, the more violent the outburst will be?
As the saying goes, there's no such thing as a thousand years of thieves and a thousand years of guarding against thieves.
Instead of waiting quietly, it's better to take the initiative.
Jiang Ling looked up at the windowsill.
There, there was a pot of jasmine, with a small, snow-white flower hidden among the green leaves. It was delicate and lovely. When the autumn wind blew, the jasmine flower swayed in the wind, yet it bloomed tenaciously.
It's going to rain tonight.
Feeling the dampness in the wind, Jiang Ling glanced at the hygrometer, which showed 60%, exceeding the storage requirements. She got up, closed the window, and hung up quicklime-absorbing bags inside.
The bait has been laid; now it's up to Qian Darong to show his skills.
At this moment, Qian Darong was walking home from school.
A gust of wind blew by, and he shivered, raising his left hand to pull up his open collar.
His right hand was still in his trouser pocket, tightly gripping a key.
That was the key to Liang Jiushan's house.
The thought of Liang Jiushan catching a cold from being caught in the rain, developing pneumonia, and being hospitalized and receiving injections at the factory hospital made the demon in Qian Darong's heart, who had been imprisoned for two months, laugh wildly.
He endured it for two months, trying to be a well-mannered and polite student, which almost drove him crazy.
Tonight, tonight is a good opportunity.
The plump, beautiful, honest, and docile Liang Qiqiao was home alone. As long as he opened the door, went in, and took her, she would never dare to make a sound afterward.
Qian Darong had even prepared his explanation: she was older than him, opened the door for him, and she had seduced him.
The thought of having a beauty in his arms tonight made Qian Darong's crotch begin to stir with desire.
Looking up at his watch, Qian Darong noticed a patch of blue-black ink on his fingertips and the cuff of his sweater.
"Damn it!" Qian Darong cursed.
It must have gotten there when they were stealing the keys.
Liang Jiushan forgot his key in his desk, which Qian Darong saw clearly. The key was under an ink bottle, and when Qian Darong stole the key, he didn't notice that the bottle cap and body were leaking ink.
"Damn it, Liang Jiushan is such a bastard, he deserves a beating!"
Qian Darong cursed again, waving his hand impatiently. He'd deal with Liang Jiushan after he got Liang Qiqiao. So what if they were the police? The heat had died down; did they think they could keep an eye on him every day?
He returned home grumbling, only to find the house deserted; neither Zhao Yanhong nor Qian Jianshe were home.
Qian Darong walked into the dining room, where the nanny had prepared three dishes and a soup, which were already a little cold.
Qian Darong was already used to it. He went to the kitchen, got some rice, and sat down to eat.
While eating, he suddenly choked, got up to drink some water, and then suddenly flew into a rage, jumping up and smashing the cup on the ground.
Bang!
With a sharp crack, the glass shattered into pieces.
"Damn it! They said they'd pick me up and drop me off at school every day, what a load of bull!"
"Fine, if you won't take care of me, don't blame me for causing trouble!"
"Liang Qiqiao, you just wait!"
A string of curses came out of Qian Darong's mouth and echoed in the empty house.
Meanwhile, Liang Qiqiao, whom he was thinking about, was staring blankly at a coal hook.
A heavy coal hook, gleaming with a cold light, is a relic left by my father.
Liang Qiqiao slowly stretched out her hand, Jiang Ling's words flashing through her mind.
"Qiqiao, remember this movement." Jiang Ling gripped Qiqiao's wrist and pressed the cast iron coal hook against the back of his knee. "This is the common peroneal nerve. A heavy blow here can cause temporary paralysis."
The fire in the coal stove was burning brightly, glowing red.
Liang Qiqiao picked up the coal hook.
Jiang Ling taught her self-defense techniques in order to deal with potential dangers.
And today, it might come in handy.
It was 11 p.m.
The night was deep.
The rain was getting heavier, and the raindrops were pounding against the glass.
Jiang Ling turned the calendar to the next page, quietly left the archives, returned to her dormitory, changed into a raincoat, and grabbed a flashlight.
The police service hall on the first floor of the office building was lit up, which inexplicably made people feel at ease.
Qian Darong also rolled out of bed, his body tense and his hands clenched tightly. He walked out of the bedroom, turned on the light, and pushed open all the doors.
The house remained deserted; there was no one there.
"Hehe..."
Qian Darong let out a strange laugh, stepped over the glass shards in his slippers, walked to the entrance to change his shoes, and picked up a black umbrella.
The rain was getting heavier.
Large raindrops pounded on the Liang family's plastic awning, making a crackling sound.
The Liang siblings lived in a dormitory-style apartment building allocated by the textile factory. It was a corner unit with four households per floor, consisting of two bedrooms and a living room, and the layout was very compact.
Liang Qiqiao felt a little thirsty, so she picked up a chipped enamel mug and drank some water.
This enamel mug was a souvenir my mother gave me on International Women's Day in 1985. The large peony flower on the mug is still vibrant, but my mother is no longer here.
Will Qian Darong come?
Liang Qiqiao didn't know.
Officer Jiang said that the test on Qian Darong had begun the moment Jiu Shan deliberately left the key behind.
If Qian Darong didn't steal the key, if he didn't come over, then he passed the test, and we can relax the supervision.
But what if he comes?
Liang Qiqiao slowly stood up, picked up the coal hook again, and a determined look flashed in her eyes. She silently encouraged herself: Don't be afraid, Liang Qiqiao, don't be afraid! Officer Jiang said that being beautiful wasn't her fault, but she needed to learn to protect that beauty.
The snow-white jasmine flower on the windowsill of the archives was swaying in the downpour, the water droplets on its petals reflecting a cold light.
Jiang Ling walked into the duty room, wearing a police raincoat and rain boots, holding a flashlight in her hand, and a police baton at her waist.
Seeing her fully armed, Li Zhenliang, who was sitting by the telephone, immediately stood up: "Will he go tonight?"
Jiang Ling looked at the rain outside and said softly, "I don't know."
At 11:20 p.m., the clicking sound of the door lock turning was like a needle piercing Liang Qiqiao's eardrum.
She closed her eyes tightly, held her breath, and listened quietly to the sounds outside.
The sound of rubber shoes dragging on the brick floor grew closer, and a dark shadow slowly approached the bedroom.
Rapid breathing filled the air as the bedroom door was pushed open.
Just as the shadowy figure lunged forward, Liang Qiqiao suddenly threw off the floral quilt covering her, and with a coal hook in her hand, she slashed through the air and smashed it hard into the shadowy figure's knee joint.
"ah!"
Qian Darong knelt on the ground, groaning in pain.
Qiqiao raised the coal hook once again and slammed it down hard!
Liang Jiushan was running in the torrential rain.
He staggered, with only one thought in his mind: to go home and protect his sister.
When he rushed into the house, he saw Qian Darong's ferocious face.
"Let me go!" Qian Darong roared.
Wearing police uniforms, Jiang Ling and Li Zhenliang restrained Qian Darong by elbowing him from the left and right, and quickly handcuffed him.
With his hands cuffed and both arms in excruciating pain, Qian Darong collapsed to his knees with a thud, blood streaming down his forehead and quickly obscuring his vision.
Seeing the blood-red light before his eyes, Qian Darong's previous ruthlessness vanished completely, and he screamed, "I can't see! I can't see! She sent me here, she's the one who hit me!"
Qian Darong's shouts were so sharp that they drew all the residents who had been sleeping in the tenement building out and gathered around the Liang family's door, discussing the matter.
"What's going on? Why is Director Qian's son at the Liang family's house in the middle of the night?"
"The police handcuffed him; he must have done something wrong."
"Go tell Director Qian quickly that his son is covered in blood and has been arrested by the police."
Liang Jiushan rushed to his sister and looked her up and down: "Sister, are you alright?"
Clutching the coal hook, Liang Qiqiao's heart pounded, her hands trembled slightly with excitement, her eyes sparkled, and her whole being radiant: "I'm not afraid of him!"
The police station in the early morning.
Zhao Yanhong slumped onto the bench.
She ran so fast that she smashed her newly bought Shanghai brand watch somewhere, its surface cracked like a spider web.
Qian Jianshe had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, but he couldn't light the lighter. His hands trembled, and he muttered to himself, "He... he's still a child."
As Jiang Ling and Li Zhenliang escorted Qian Darong out of the interrogation room, the couple rushed forward simultaneously.
Qian Darong's head had been bandaged to stop the bleeding, and his eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at his parents: "It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"
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