You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 255 Wen Ling's Past in the Martial World! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The cool moonlight shone on Yanzi's face, and she shook her head: "No, Sister Lingling, I'll just sleep at home."

"Aren't you afraid?"

The swallow bit its lip and remained silent.

Wenling recalled how Yanzi's mother had called her a "wild dog" that afternoon, and a nameless anger rose in her heart.

She suppressed her anger: "Then how about I come to your house to sleep, okay?"

Yanzi thought for a moment and shook her head: "My house is very dirty, and Sister Lingling is not used to sleeping there."

"It's alright, my sister has lived in the countryside too," Wen Ling lied.

She had never lived in the countryside since she was a child. Her grandfather was a forensic doctor, her grandmother was a university professor, and her father was even more so. Compared to Yanzi's family, their circumstances were worlds apart.

Otherwise, Wenling wouldn't have been curious about the countryside.

"Okay, it's settled then. Sister, go take a shower first, I'll come over in a bit."

Wenling patted her head and went back to the next room.

Yang Jinwen had just finished showering and was drying his wet hair with a towel when he asked, "Isn't Yanzi's mother home?"

"They said they went to Danan County. I'll sleep at Yanzi's house tonight."

"Okay." Yang Jinwen nodded and said, "We'll go back to the city first thing tomorrow morning."

Wen Ling responded, took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and went to Yanzi's house in her slippers.

This was her first time stepping into Yanzi's home, which, compared to her grandparents' home, could only be described as extremely dilapidated.

Two light bulbs hung in the main room and the kitchen, above which were black tiles, and cool moonlight shone through the white glass tiles.

There were no home appliances at all, and the furniture was very old.

Wen Ling suddenly remembered the pornographic DVDs that the police had found. There wasn't even a TV in the house. Where could Yang Jianhui watch these things?

There were no light bulbs in the bedroom; it was pitch black.

Swallow lit a half-burnt candle, her small body standing by the bed, changing the sheets and blankets.

The bed was a wooden bed, placed against the wall, which was covered with yellowed newspapers.

The bed sheets that were changed were also patched up, with pieces here and there.

Since it's June, we don't need cotton quilts, but blankets are necessary. These blankets aren't for summer, but rather winter quilt covers embroidered with magpies and peonies.

Even so, the quilt cover had been mended, making it look very shabby.

In the room, besides the wooden bed, there was only a red lacquered cabinet placed on two long benches, covered in dust.

It's clear that Swallow's mother doesn't pay much attention to the cleanliness of the house.

But it's also possible that they don't have time to take care of it because they have to work in the fields.

"Sister Lingling, you can go to sleep now."

Yanzi climbed onto the bed, pulled her sleeping younger brother closer to her, and made room for Wenling.

After Wenling lay down, Yanzi lay down next to her.

Wen Ling looked at the white glass tiles on the roof, her heart heavy.

In the past, she wouldn't have thought about those embarrassing things and could fall asleep in a minute, but tonight, she just couldn't fall asleep.

The swallows, too, opened their eyes in the darkness, gazing at the sliver of moonlight filtering through the roof.

"swallow."

"Ah."

Do you know where your mother went?

“I know, find my dad, he works in a coal mine in Dannan County.”

Are your parents good to you?

Yanzi fell silent; Wenling could only hear her faint breathing.

"Yanzi, let me ask you, what will you do if your father is gone one day?"

Why is he gone?

Now it was Wen Ling's turn to fall silent.

If Yang Jianhui really did commit the murder, this family would definitely fall apart.

Swallow's mother will definitely not remain a widow; she will surely remarry.

She can't possibly marry with two children in tow. At most, she can take Yanzi's younger brother with her, but what about Yanzi? What will happen to her in the future?

Yanzi is only nine years old, still in elementary school.

"Sister Lingling."

"Ah."

"Brother, I'm a police officer. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a forensic pathologist."

Are forensic pathologists doctors?

"Forget it."

"Sister Lingling, you're amazing."

"You're the one who's amazing. When I was your age, I wasn't as brave as you."

Have your parents ever hit you?

Wen Ling shook her head, but after thinking for a moment, she replied, "I was hit, and the beatings weren't light! But when they hit me, I fought back!"
So, Yanzi, you're a good child, and good children know how to protect themselves!

She lied. From childhood to adulthood, her parents rarely scolded her. Even when she secretly drove Director Wen's car and crashed into a basketball hoop, or set fire to her homeroom teacher's desk, or sneaked into her grandfather's office and stole a scalpel to dissect a mouse, Director Wen never hit her.

The two times Director Wen lost his temper the most were when Wen Ling couldn't stand the boys at school bullying her classmate and even threatened to kill his whole family. Wen Ling sighed again, thinking to herself that if Yang Jinwen went to the government compound to inquire a little, he would know about what she did when she was a child.

And that's not all; Wen Ling has been in fights quite a few times and has never lost.
Whenever trouble arises, he throws down his schoolbag and makes a phone call to his cousin.

Once, a thug bullied Wen Ling, and Wen Ling only said one sentence: "You just wait!"

She rushed home, made phone calls to get more people, and arranged a fight under the Second Bridge.
Not to mention, some of my cousins ​​even stole our parents' service pistols.

It scared the person so much that they wet their pants on the spot.

Now everyone is an adult and has started working.

Most of those older brothers joined the police force, some in the city, and most in the provincial capital.

The worst off was Wen Jian, the deputy director of Yulin Police Station. This guy had always dreamed of being a criminal police officer, but he was not good at socializing and was mediocre, only able to get by in the local area.

At this moment, Yanzi heard that Wenling had also been beaten by her parents, and asked with heartache, "Did the beating hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt much," Wen Ling replied casually.

Wen Ling recalled the fight arranged under the Second Bridge. When her dozen or so cousins ​​gathered people, they seemed to have also called on the children of cadres from An'nan Steel Plant.

The other side also sent more than a dozen people, since they could get their hands on it at any time.

These guys were even fiercer than the children of government officials. Without saying a word, they went up and pinned more than a dozen thugs to the ground and beat them up.

Could Yang Jinwen be among them?
Damn it, the more Wenling thought about it, the more she felt he was involved!

She clearly remembered that when she kicked the person, it felt like someone pulled her and told her to stop.

She only glanced at the man; he was tall and thin.

So many years have passed, she can no longer remember the boy's face.

It must be him!

Wen Ling found it increasingly strange. Otherwise, when she went to the North City Branch last June to report for duty, she would have felt that he looked very familiar as soon as she saw him.
I'll find some time another day to try and get some information out of him.

But if you ask him, wouldn't his misdeeds during his teenage years be exposed?
Wen Ling came to her senses and heard soft breathing beside her; Yanzi had fallen asleep.

She turned around, covered Yanzi and her younger brother with the thin blanket, then closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day at dawn, the rooster crowed again and again before Wenling opened her eyes.

Turning over, she saw that Yanzi had gotten up at some point, and her younger brother was not in bed either.

Presumably afraid of disturbing her rest, Yanzi quietly carried her younger brother away.

Wen Ling came out of the room and looked at the things inside carefully. She could only sigh that Yanzi's family was indeed poor. They didn't even have a decent piece of furniture. The floor inside the room was a hard, uneven mud floor.

Unlike my grandparents' house, which has a smooth cement floor.

In the kitchen, Yanzi was carrying her younger brother on her back, just like her mother, and she was burning firewood in the stove. The large iron pot was full of cut sweet potatoes and pumpkins.

"Yanzi, what are you doing?"

Yanzi wiped the sweat from her face and smiled, "Sister Lingling, you're up."

What's cooking in the pot?

"It's for pigs to eat."

"Have you had breakfast yet?"

"I'll just have some roasted sweet potato for a bit."

"Then get me something to eat too."

Yanzi shook her head: "You won't be used to it."

“You have to pay to buy roasted sweet potatoes in the city. I eat them all the time, and the ones you buy are definitely not as good as the ones you roast.”

Yanzi smiled shyly: "Yes, I'll take it to Sister Lingling in a bit."

"Okay, I'll go now." Wen Ling waved her hand and went back to the next room.

Grandpa and Grandma had already gotten up and were sitting at the dining table. Breakfast was ready, and they were just waiting for Wenling to sit down.

Wenling greeted, "Good morning, Grandpa; good morning, Grandma. I'll brush my teeth and wash my face first."

Grandma quickly got up: "Girl, let me get you some hot water."

Grandpa asked Yang Jinwen, "Go to Dannan County and ask about the situation. I don't need your help, just ask Yang Jianhui if he really killed someone."

If he really breaks the law, what will happen to Yanzi's family in the future?
"Take Yanzi for example. If her mother remarries, how will she live?"

As Yang Jinwen ate his porridge, he said, "If Yanzi is willing to come to our house, we can raise her. You can raise her as your own granddaughter. I also happen to have a younger sister."

Grandpa said, "Of course your grandma and I agree, we'd love to, but if Yanzi loses her parents, how much harm will that do to her heart?"
"You should still go and see them, no matter what. After all, they're neighbors; you see them all the time."

Yang Jinwen remained silent.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Grandpa urged, "Xiaowen, what are you thinking?"

Just then, the landline next to the TV rang. Grandpa sighed, stood up, went over, and pressed the speakerphone button.

Immediately afterwards, a hoarse voice came through the phone: "Uncle Yang, has Xiaowen returned to the city? I'm looking for Xiaowen."

Yang Jinwen, who had his back to her, turned around when he heard Yanzi's mother's voice.

Grandpa glanced at him and asked, "Yanzi's mom, don't cry, what exactly happened?"

"The police said my husband killed someone and was put in a detention center, and they won't let me see him."

How could my man kill someone! I'm desperate, I can't find anyone to help, I have no choice but to call you. Xiaowen, are you there? Please save your Uncle Yang!

Yang Jinwen pursed his lips, turned around, and saw Yanzi carrying her younger brother on her back, holding a roasted sweet potato in her hand, standing timidly outside the threshold.

Her expression was tense, but as she listened to her mother crying on the phone, tears welled up in her eyes.

　Thank you to Xu Liuliu and Adam for the generous donation of 1666 book coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)