The Dream Fulfillment Master in the Courtyard

Rotary rolling mill.

Shen Zhiyu returned the bicycle keys to Fan Zhijun and was about to go find something to eat when she saw Chen Guofu run in.

"Hey, Xiao Shen, didn't you go to your father-in-law's house to deliver New Year's gifts?"

"Why are you back?"

"Didn't they invite you to stay for dinner?"

"What are you good for, you brat?"

When Chen Guofu saw Shen Zhiyu, he started talking like a machine gun.

Shen Zhiyu rolled her eyes and said, "Don't I have a mission tonight? Of course I have to come back!"

"..."

Chen Guofu looked at Shen Zhiyu speechlessly, with obvious disdain, "You brat, there are so many people in our security department, we don't need you. You really can't tell what's important and what's urgent!"

Fan Zhijun then chimed in, "Old Chen, tell me, weren't you nervous giving your father-in-law a New Year's gift before you got married?"

"Xiao Shen, it's obvious he's not confident!"

As someone who's been through it all, I imagine they understand this deeply.

Shen Zhiyu looked at Fan Zhijun gratefully. He was absolutely right!

But don't say it again!

Upon hearing Fan Zhijun's words, Chen Guofu immediately fell silent.

Because when he first visited his father-in-law's house, it was pretty much the same. Although he stayed for dinner, after drinking a few cups of wine, he almost became sworn brothers with his father-in-law.

Even now, his wife still brings this up and talks to him about it.

"Xiao Shen, tell me about your father-in-law's family."

Chen Guofu was very curious about this.

Shen Zhiyu waved her hand and said, "It cannot be said!"

To be honest, if it had been a few years later, given his situation, it would have been impossible for him to be with Ye Yingying. It was only during this period that things really took place.

To put it bluntly, their ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke!

However, since he's even involved in something like time travel, his ancestral graves might have already been blown up!

……

It was past 11 p.m.

The security personnel were mobilized, divided into four groups, and launched an operation from four directions.

Shen Zhiyu led the team to the east.

The security department had already determined the locations of the pigeon markets here, so we just need to head there directly.

This time, thankfully, nothing unexpected happened.

But the final result made Shen Zhiyu realize that she had really overthought things. The quantity of various supplies confiscated by these pigeon cities was so small that Shen Zhiyu was embarrassed to even try to intercept them.

Sure enough, everything in the books is a lie.

He recalled the period dramas he had watched, where men and women could easily obtain hundreds or thousands of kilograms of grain on the black market, and even chicken, duck, fish, and meat were readily available in abundance.

But after a whole night of hard work, his team had only managed to capture less than 200 jin of grain, and as for meat, it amounted to only about 30 jin.

However, they did collect quite a few tickets, and even confiscated two large yellow croakers and three small yellow croakers.

Back at the steel mill, after Shen Zhiyu met up with the others, he realized one thing: trying to get the supplies he needed through Pigeon City was wishful thinking.

What a waste of time!

As for what to do with the people we caught last night?

Shen Zhiyu was too lazy to pay attention.

After all, there are precedents.

They lock the person up overnight, register their identity information, and conduct a simple screening. If there are no major problems, they notify the person's work unit or neighborhood committee to come and pick them up, or they simply release them.

It was past 3 a.m. when I returned to the courtyard house from the steel rolling mill.

Shen Zhiyu climbed over the wall into the courtyard as usual, but this time she didn't go to find Qin Huairu. Instead, she went straight back to her room to sleep.

I slept until dawn, and it was already past nine o'clock!

By the time Shen Zhiyu went out, everyone who was supposed to be at work in the courtyard had already left.

In the courtyard, a group of women were gathered around the tap, washing clothes and chatting.

However, Shen Zhiyu clearly sensed something was different.

Qin Huairu, the former laundry maid, has gone to work; an older woman has passed away; Jia Zhangshi is hiding in her house and not showing her face; of the three women who used to live in the central courtyard, not one of them has been seen.

This courtyard house is completely out of the loop of the plot.

"Good morning, Officer Shen!"

Yan Bugui's wife, Yang Ruihua, was the first to notice Shen Zhiyu and greeted her with a smile.

Shen Zhiyu smiled and nodded, then shook her head, saying, "That's not early at all!"

"Officer Shen, I heard that the steel mill's security department raided the surrounding pigeon market yesterday?"

"Ah, yes!"

Shen Zhiyu nodded again. "Has no one in our compound been arrested?"

"have!"

Yang Ruihua whispered, "Old Yang from the front yard went out yesterday and hasn't come back. I bet he's been arrested!"

"That shouldn't be the case!"

Shen Zhiyu frowned. "I didn't see any familiar faces yesterday!"

"Let me go to the factory and take a look!"

Although many people were arrested last night, all the people involved from the steel rolling mill were released immediately.

Shen Zhiyu knew Lao Yang; he worked at their steel rolling mill, specifically in the boiler room. They had chatted a few times when Shen Zhiyu went to fetch water.

The security personnel and the boiler room staff were quite familiar with each other.

Shen Zhiyu didn't chat idly in the courtyard for long. After washing up, she left the courtyard and headed straight for the steel rolling mill.

Once inside the steel rolling mill, he didn't go to the security department; he went straight to the boiler room.

They were told that Lao Yang wasn't there.

How can a living person just disappear into thin air?

Shen Zhiyu returned to the Public Security Section, found Fan Zhijun, and inquired about the people arrested yesterday.

"Old Yang from the boiler room?"

"No!"

Fan Zhijun thought carefully for a moment, "Last night, it was people from our factory. They were all released on the spot. Old Yang, who in our security department doesn't know him?"

"I checked the boiler room, Old Yang isn't here!"

"People in our compound also said that Old Yang went out last night and hasn't come back yet."

"I hope nothing bad has happened."

Fan Zhijun's eyes widened.

Damn it, tomorrow is Chinese New Year, can't we just let them have a peaceful New Year?

But if someone goes missing, we still have to investigate.

Old Yang has no family and is a bachelor, so if something happens to him, the security department can investigate directly; they can't wait for someone to report it.

Fan Zhijun first spoke with Qian Weigong about the situation, and then arranged for people to inquire at the street office and the nearby police station.

A very unfortunate message was brought back.

Old Yang is dead!

He was shot in the chest.

The body was discovered by someone on their way to work in the morning.

Police officers have interviewed nearby residents. According to them, they heard the sound of firecrackers last night, but it was just one loud bang.

A boiler operator, penniless and destitute, went to the pigeon market late at night to find some food for the New Year, and that's when he met with disaster.

"Xiao Shen, it's up to you now!"

Qian Weigong truly adhered to the principle of "the capable should do more," and thus passed the task on to Shen Zhiyu.

Shen Zhiyu had originally planned to go and reconnect with Ye Yingying after receiving the factory's year-end bonus today, but work came unexpectedly.

"I tried my best!"

Shen Zhiyu couldn't possibly refuse.

No one knows whether the murderer acted on a whim or did it intentionally.

This period has been quite eventful.

On the tenth anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, those rats in the gutter are really getting restless!