"Grandpa is old, and some things may not be right," Uncle Yang said to Yan sincerely, "Brother Ruofei came to Yan Ning alone, and we have never met his family, but I think he is like that. No matter how unworthy the children and grandchildren are, they wouldn't do such a thing."
"Well," it sounded like a descendant of a martyr, with an unfounded accusation, so Yu Yan couldn't make a guess, so he asked, "Then look, is it possible that this person who claims to be 'the descendant of Tangqian Yan' is a What about pretending?"
Uncle Yang: "This..."
Yu Lanchuan suddenly stabbed Yu Yan with his elbow: "When did the theft from a high-rise building happen?"
Yu Yan took out his phone and checked the work log: "Between one and four in the morning."
"It's not even eleven o'clock." Yu Lanchuan tapped his dial, "It was about ten o'clock when the incident happened. There were more than one hundred households upstairs, and all their balconies were facing the same direction. At ten o'clock, , At least more than half of the people did not turn off the lights to sleep, if it is a thief gang, don't you think they are too conspicuous?"
Yu Yan frowned. At this time, he received a call from a colleague, and a policewoman looked for him: "Brother Yu, where have you been?"
Yu Yan: "Downstairs, ask the witnesses, what happened?"
The policewoman lowered her voice a little, as if she had something to say: "There is a situation, can you come up?"
Yu Yanchong and Yu Lanchuan shook the phone, and the two stood up one after the other, saying goodbye to Uncle Yang.
When he was about to go out, Yu Lanchuan suddenly remembered something, waved his hand to let Yu Yan go first, and turned to ask Grandpa Yang, "Grandpa Yang, you keep saying 'five musts', but there are only four, and there is one more?"
Uncle Yang was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.
Yu Lanchuan asked, "I asked the wrong question, can't I mention it?"
"It's not really, it's just a long story." Uncle Yang thought for a while, "This last one of the five elites... Hey, how do you say it? We were in a special period back then, so heroes from all walks of life can be considered regardless of their background. Gathered together regardless of family - if it were in the peaceful years, this friend... is actually not a person on the right path."
Hearing his words, Yu Lanchuan's head grew big. He never imagined that in the 21st century, in addition to mediating conflicts between neighbors, his "alliance leader" actually had the additional obligation to fight against "devils"!
"Of course, this was all before liberation." Uncle Yang saw that his face was wrong, and quickly explained, "This friend didn't reveal his name back then, because he was nicknamed 'Wan Muchun', so we They all call him 'Brother Wan'. He looks very good, how delicate is he? He has voted in dramas, can sing as a male actress, and when he dresses up, he is full of praise. People are also weak and weak, with a grain pocket of one or two hundred catties. , if you let him carry it, you can bend his back, and after walking for a while, you have to put it down and rest for a while, your face is pale, your anger is empty, and your hands are powerless. But do you know what he does? "
Yu Lanchuan thought to himself, "... a dog-headed military advisor?"
Uncle Yang sighed: "The three words 'Wanmuchun' fall on 'spring', which means 'scatter with the wind' and 'moisturize things silently'—that is, he passed by you by mistake , politely nodded at you and smiled. You didn't have time to agree, and your throat cracked. They have a unique ability to cut people into eight pieces, just like the legendary cook who solves a cow and holds a handful in his hand. Xiaodao, after the solution is finished, you don’t breathe, you can talk and laugh, and the blade can’t roll at all, which means you can’t work hard.
Yu Lanchuan asked, "Is this a killer?"
"Yes, in those days, when the three words 'Wanmuchun' were mentioned, everyone who heard them shuddered." Uncle Yang said, "Although he is also a righteous man, he is not the same as us. Later, Wanmuchun Jinpen Washing hands, everyone came and went a little more, but it was also when the martial arts conference came to sit. When I came, I drank a cup of tea. I never did anything with anyone, and no one dared to provoke him. Later, when Wan Muchun was old, he He accepted a closed disciple and asked the disciple to come for him. That kid was also full of evil spirits. When he came, he greeted the old people and sat down to drink tea like his master. People went to block him, but he broke the tendons one by one. They never learned from each other. They practiced killing techniques. Broken tendons is not broken throat. The matter, although the provocative junior is ignorant, this Liangzi has also been established, and he will not communicate with us. Thinking of the old love of the older generation, he came to see me and your grandfather twenty years ago. Once, there was a little guy by his side who said he was an adopted apprentice, and now I don't know what happened."
After listening to Yu Lanchuan, he had no thoughts about the legendary stories before liberation, but his head hurt even more. He hoped that the "Wulin Conference" would be a harmonious and peaceful conference. It is best for everyone to sit together and eat some fruits and melon seeds, reminisce about the old days, and chat about stocks. , and then exchange souvenirs with each other, and then go back to their respective houses in a friendly manner. You should never come to such a moth spokesperson.
So he rubbed his temples and hurried upstairs.
Yu Yan was called to the eighth floor by a colleague, and the policewoman who called him dragged him aside and whispered, "Brother Yu, I don't think something is right. I suspect that Nie Ke is 'An Jiahe'."
Yu Yan frowned.
"Xiang Xiaoman—that's Mrs. Nie, she is basically at home 24 hours a day, and Nie Ke gets off work fairly regularly. When he comes back, he will park his car under the building, and if he sees his car, he will know if the man is at home. It stands to reason that high-rise robbery The thieves must be veterans, didn’t they step on the spot before committing the crime? And the one who was dodging Xiang Xiaoman basically didn’t look at people directly. Whenever someone asked, she would back away. I heard that they have all moved this year, and she has never been there. She took the initiative to say hello to the neighbors, but when a thief suddenly broke into the house, her first reaction was to go and catch it? I don't believe it." The policewoman said quickly, "It hit her head like this, and her face was broken. , refused to go to the hospital... I suspect there are other injuries on her body."
Yu Yan: "You mean that there were no burglars in his house at all. It was Nie Ke who beat his wife and smashed the window and disturbed the neighbors, so he went down the slope to find an excuse?"
"Yes," the policewoman said indignantly, "men don't have a good thing!"
Yu Yan: "..."
"No... Brother Yu, I didn't say you, you don't count."
"I'll take it as you compliment me." Yu Yan, who was added to the "Sunflower Collection" family by his colleagues, smirked and said, "Have the neighbors asked?"
"I asked, but they said they didn't know." The policewoman spread her hands, "Everyone lives with their doors closed. Even if they hear the movement, they can't tell whether it's a quarrel or domestic violence, so they won't tell the police casually. Besides, that Nie Ke is usually very kind. He is a human being, and he often brings things to his neighbors when he goes out. He is popular in this building, so he can't catch him. Unless the woman reports the crime and takes us to the hospital for an injury examination, she doesn't talk to us at all! Brother Yu, hurry up Think of a way!"
Yu Yan glanced at her helplessly and said, "What can I do?"
Not to mention that the victims themselves do not want people to know, how many of those who took the initiative to report the case went back on their word and did not write down? Home is a part of the human soul, and domestic violence is often mixed with multiple complex psychological problems, which are tied into a dead end by a long period of time, external public opinion, and material conditions.
These young people who have just worked for a while, always feel that they can save the world by putting on their uniforms, and regard the "meaning of work" as paramount.
What can work mean? Isn't it just to make a living
It is already the highest professional ethics to manage things that can be managed and not to dereliction of duty.
Yu Yan was also young. He didn't want to pour the blood of his younger generation into the blood of the younger generation, so he said to her: "We can't let people report the case, but there may be eyewitnesses to this incident today."
The policewoman's eyes lit up: "That Spider-Man?"
"Yes," Yu Yan fooled her and said, "the spider-man was lying not far from the window at that time, and 804 was making so much noise, he must have seen something, we can find this person first. If you are worried, you can try I want to leave a private contact for Mrs. Nie, sometimes people are not willing to call the police, but if there is someone who can help, she might try it when she is desperate."
The little policewoman believed his wickedness and went away with great energy. Yu Yan looked at her back and sighed, walked to the end of the corridor and lit a cigarette, feeling vaguely that the night was a waste of time.
Nie Ke's family didn't lose anything, and apart from the injury on Mrs. Nie's face to Xiaoman, the "thief" didn't leave any traces. The police checked and asked around, but they found nothing, so they had to register it. Then withdrew.
Waiting to see if this "Spider-Man" who gave Yu Lanchuan the gauntlet will appear.
The residents of No. 110 Courtyard have been discussing it for several days. Except for a notice on the downstairs bulletin reminding everyone to "lock the doors and windows and pay attention to safety", there is no other waste.
"Mrs. Nie, good morning."
"Xiao Xiang, are you going out?"
"The weather is so good, it's time to go out for a walk, don't stay bored at home all the time."
Xiang Xiaoman lowered her head and walked hurriedly across the East Courtyard. When others greeted her, she didn't talk to her, she just gave a perfunctory and hasty smile.
Xiaofeng blew the voices of the three aunts and six grandmothers in the east courtyard and poured them into her ears.
"... I have a good life. I have a house and a car at home, my husband can earn money, I lie at home every day, and I don't have to go to work."
"They're not called 'housewives', they're called Mrs. Kuo. Housewives are not allowed to work as housekeepers? Their children go to the kindergarten at the door, and I haven't seen her pick them up once. Buy, hire an hourly worker once a week... This is not, I went to the laundry at the door to pick up clothes, oh, spend money to wash clothes, tsk!"
"My husband is good, you can marry if you have the ability."
"I'll marry your father and be your stepmother, okay..."
The laughter scratched Xiang Xiaoman's face like a big-eared scratcher, but she seemed to be used to it and didn't care, she walked to the laundry on the corner with a blank face.
The laundromat was run by an old man and hired a young man in his twenties to do chores. At this time, the old man went to have lunch, and the clerk usually received her.
Speaking of this clerk, everyone suspects that he is either dumb or stuttering. When someone asks questions, he will nod his head and shake his head, and make an urgent "um". He wears a mask and plugs in headphones all year round. It seems that he does not feel safe if he does not cover his face. Yes, wear an old T-shirt with a cartoon character and never look at anyone.
Xiang Xiaoman took out the receipt slip and put it on the counter. The laundry clerk picked it up and looked for her laundry. Neither of them made a sound, and neither of them looked at each other. The sound of the dryer turning.
Xiang Xiaoman counted his clothes, nodded slightly without raising his head, and turned to leave.
At this time, the clerk actually called out to her.
"Wait." He was 1.8 meters tall, a tall young man, his voice was weak and weak, like a cat's meow, "You... you wait a minute."
Xiang Xiaoman looked back and saw that the clerk took out a small paper package from under the counter, and inside the paper package was a small blade.
His hands were trembling, and his voice was trembling: "This... I picked it up from your pocket, is it yours?"