Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chapter 90 Misfortunes never come singly! This added insult to injury for the already impoverished family!

Huang Hansheng pedaled his tricycle, the wheels creaking and groaning as they rolled over the dirt road, the sound carrying far into the quiet night.

Night is the best cover.

Chen Deshun followed him the whole way.

Perhaps feeling uneasy after just unearthing the treasure, Huang Hansheng pedaled furiously all the way home, pushing the tricycle into the yard as well.

Judging from their posture, they're planning to take all the items they dug up from underground home.

Chen Deshun waited in the shadows at the entrance of the alley for a while longer. Seeing that the Huang family's gate was tightly closed and there was no further movement, he rode his bicycle home.

As the world drifts into slumber, some are planning for the harvest to come, while others are suffering in dire straits.

The other side of the city.

The hospital corridor lights were a stark white, illuminating Chen Jianguo's face and making his already pale complexion appear even more haggard.

Chen Jianguo paced back and forth outside the operating room like an ant on a hot pan, his steps frantic and his mind racing with uncontrollable thoughts.

What if Liu Rui can't be saved?

Will he be treated as a murderer?

Not only will his employer fire him, but the police will also come to arrest him, and he might even get shot!

The more he thought about it, the colder his heart became, and a layer of cold sweat involuntarily seeped from his forehead.

Fear, like an invisible hand, gripped his neck, making it hard for him to breathe.

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My eyes stung, and tears streamed down my face involuntarily.

With a "bang," the operating room door opened.

A middle-aged doctor in a white coat came out.

Chen Jianguo rushed forward, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. He could only stare at the doctor's face, trying to read the answer from his expression.

"Are you a family member?" the doctor asked, taking off his mask.

Chen Jianguo nodded blankly: "Yes, she is my wife."

"You're alright now. All your wounds have been stitched up, and you're out of danger."

The doctor paused, then added, "Go and complete the admission procedures; you'll need to stay for observation."

never mind.

Those three simple words were like heavenly music; Chen Jianguo's anxious heart finally calmed down, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Liu Rui didn't die, so he doesn't have to go to jail or be shot.

At this moment, two nurses pushed a mobile hospital bed out of the operating room. Liu Rui lay on it, with an oxygen tube in her nose, a blood bag hanging from her arm, and her face was deathly pale.

"Wife, wife, it's Jianguo." Chen Jianguo rushed to the bedside and called out softly.

A nurse stopped him and reminded him, "The patient has lost too much blood and is still weak. Let her rest first."

Liu Rui seemed to hear a voice, her eyelids twitched slightly, and she opened them with difficulty, seeing that it was Chen Jianguo. Her eyes showed no emotion, and she closed them again helplessly.

After settling Liu Rui into the ward, the nurse instructed, "The patient is still under observation. You should go and pay the fees and complete the admission procedures as soon as possible to avoid delaying subsequent medication."

Chen Jianguo nodded repeatedly in agreement, and after watching the nurse leave, he turned and left the ward.

He walked to the payment window, reached into his pocket, and froze instantly.

Then he realized that he didn't have a single penny on him; his pockets were emptier than his face.

What should I do?

He paced anxiously in circles, when suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

Liu Rui!

He remembered that Liu Rui had a habit of hiding money in his savings account! In addition to depositing money into his savings account every month, he would also keep a portion at home. Besides money for groceries, he would also keep a little extra for emergencies.

Although I don't know exactly where the money is hidden, there must be some extra money at home!

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Chen Jianguo took off running out of the hospital without a moment's delay. He hopped on his dilapidated tricycle and raced home as fast as he could.

When he arrived at the apartment building, he threw the tricycle to the side of the road and rushed upstairs.

He took out his keys from his pocket as he ran, but when he got to his front door, he paused for a moment.

The door was ajar, leaving a crack.

It's highly likely that they rushed Liu Rui to the hospital and forgot to lock the door in their haste.

Without thinking much, Chen Jianguo pushed open the door and turned on the light.

The lights came on, and visibility was restored.

The house was still a mess, with shattered bowls and rice porridge mixed with blood smeared on the floor.

He lifted his foot to walk towards the bedroom, but stopped abruptly after taking just one step.

Something's not right! Something's nine-tenths wrong!

He quickly scanned the living room and soon noticed something amiss.

The place where he and Liu Rui argued was limited to the vicinity of the dining table, but now, why are the coffee table and dresser against the wall also in a mess?

The cabinet doors were wide open, and the contents inside looked like they had been rummaged through haphazardly; the drawers were also half-open.

A strong sense of foreboding welled up inside me.

Chen Jianguo's heart jumped into his throat. He rushed to the cabinet and found obvious signs that it had been rummaged through.

The top of the chest of drawers was empty, covered only by a layer of dust.

He remembered clearly that there used to be a Red Star brand radio there!

Now, it's gone!

Chen Jianguo suddenly felt dizzy and his vision went black. He barely managed to stay upright by holding onto the cabinet with one hand.

He forced himself to calm down and began to check if anything else was missing from the house.

The clothes and bedding are still there—the pots and pans are still there—it seems that nothing was lost except for the radio.

Wait! There's still one place we haven't checked.

His eyes were fixed on the dark bedroom, and he stumbled and rushed inside.

However, the sight in the bedroom sent chills down his spine, shattering his last shred of hope.

The bedding on the bed was in disarray, the wardrobe door was wide open, and the clothes inside were torn and scattered everywhere.

Chen Jianguo's heart skipped a beat. He immediately rushed to the bedside table and pulled open the bottom drawer.

The drawer was completely empty.

He remembered that Liu Rui had put all the tickets and certificates in the house into an envelope and placed it in a hidden compartment of this drawer.

Now, it's all gone.

Cloth coupons, grain coupons, meat coupons, oil coupons, industrial coupons—not a single one was left.

Now, we've truly reached a dead end.

There are no tickets left, let alone money.

Even if Liu Ruizhen had hidden some money, that damned thief must have taken it all!

How could this happen? How could this happen!

Chen Jianguo's mind was buzzing, like countless mosquitoes were flying around, and he collapsed to the ground in despair.

After a moment, he slowly came to his senses and calmly analyzed the situation.

He lived in the factory's staff housing, where checks on outsiders were very strict. Logically, it should have been difficult for thieves to sneak in, so why was his home suddenly burgled?

unless----

Chen Jianguo suddenly raised his head as a chilling possibility emerged.

It's an inside job! This thief is definitely not an outsider.

They must be neighbors, or people they know, who knew that something had happened at their house today and no one was home, so they sneaked in to steal things!

Chen Jianguo frantically rubbed his hair, a deep sense of powerlessness washing over him.

What's the point of thinking more? Without any evidence, you can't exactly search every house, can you?

Putting aside whether others will allow it or not, even if they were allowed to search, what could they do? Everyone has tickets and receipts; how could they prove that the tickets were stolen from their house?

Chen Jianguo stood up listlessly and walked out of the house like a lost soul.

He didn't even know how he got downstairs.

A cold night wind blew downstairs, making him shiver and clear his mind a little.

Yes, the security department!

You must report this to the security department of your workplace!

Such a major theft occurred in the family dormitory building; the security department must give them an explanation!

Like a drowning man grasping at a last straw, Chen Jianguo ran quickly toward the unit's security department.

When he rushed into the security office, the person on duty was dozing off. He grabbed him and started rambling incoherently about his home being burgled.

What could be explained in a few words, Chen Jianguo talked for five minutes straight.

The security officer on duty finally understood what was going on. His expression turned serious as he followed Chen Jianguo back to the crime scene to investigate and collect evidence.

Upon returning home, I cooperated with the security officers to conduct an on-site inventory and questioning.

The security guards walked around the room, wearing gloves and touching and looking around, but they didn't find any useful clues.

The door lock showed no signs of being pried open, and the window was intact.

"Did you see anyone suspicious before or after you left home? Even strangers count."

Chen Jianguo tried hard to recall, but Liu Rui was in a state of delirium and he was too dizzy to pay attention to such details.

Seeing Chen Jianguo shake his head, the security department had no choice but to ask him to tally up the losses at his home.

After taking stock, the amount of cash missing from the house was unknown, along with a Red Star brand radio and various other coupons such as cloth coupons, grain coupons, and meat coupons.

Before leaving, one of the older officers patted him on the shoulder and reassured him, "Xiao Chen, don't worry too much. We'll do our best to investigate this matter. You should tidy up your home first, and we'll let you know when we have any news."

With things having come to this point, Chen Jianguo knew there was no other way.

After the security guards left, the room returned to its deathly silence.

Chen Jianguo sat alone at home, his gaze vacant as he scanned the room.

It's over, it's over.

He felt that his life was like this room, inexplicably turned upside down and left in a mess.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, feeling a tightness in his chest, wanting to shout but unable to. He angrily stood up and kicked the coffee table.

With a bang, the coffee table was kicked forward a few inches, and the reaction force seeped into Chen Jianguo's bones through his toes, making him wince in pain.

He immediately squatted down, hugged his right ankle, and rubbed it continuously.

Out of the corner of my eye, I inadvertently caught sight of a few scattered gray-black fragments on the floor under the coffee table.

Chen Jianguo frowned slightly, reached out and picked up a bit. As he rubbed it, the fragments floated lightly. Sure enough, it wasn't dust, but cigarette ash residue!

At first, he thought he was seeing things!

Now that the facts are right in front of me, my heart skipped a beat.

He himself never smokes, but his colleagues at work do, and their cigarette ash looks like this.

Liu Rui doesn't smoke, so how come there's this thing in his house?

Could it be a clue left by a thief?

Ignoring the pain in his feet, he pushed the coffee table aside and lay down on the cement floor to begin a thorough search.

Apart from a few scattered cigarette ash residues and a few stray hairs on the ground, there were no other traces.

—It was just some stray hairs picked up from the ground, and it looked rather strange.

Liu Rui has waist-length hair that is fine, soft, and straight.

He himself has a buzz cut.

But among this pile of hair, there was a dark yellow curly hair, with a coarse and stiff texture, completely different from his and Liu Rui's hair.

Cigarette ash, curly hair —

Chen Jianguo held the slightly curly hair in his hand, squatted on the ground, lost in thought, and suddenly gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth, letting out a dry laugh.

Do you think you can find a thief with just these two things?

That's simply a fantasy.

Are all the men who smoke in the family apartment building thieves?

Even if someone with similar features is found, how can he prove that the hair belongs to that person? Others might accuse him of deliberately keeping his own hair at home to frame someone.

He discovered that there was no solution to this problem!

The spark of hope that had just ignited in his heart was quickly extinguished, and he couldn't help but laugh, a laugh filled with bitterness.

But as I was laughing, the laughter suddenly stopped, and I vaguely felt that I had forgotten something very important.

What's wrong?

His gaze fell on the pool of blood on the ground, which had long since congealed and turned black, and he suddenly slapped his forehead, remembering something.

money!

He came home to find money to pay Liu Rui's hospital fees!

But now, the family has no money left, not even a penny.

In that case, only one path remains.

A struggle flashed in Chen Jianguo's eyes, but he finally stood up and ran wildly toward the wireless electronics factory's residential compound.

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