Chapter 139-2 |
The end of a blue duckweed (7)
Song Yuhang was dumbfounded. She had already taken a shower, yet Lin Yan could still discern this?!
Lin Yan pushed her away with a cold snort. “After so many years as a forensic examiner, do you think I’m just pretending?”
Song Yuhang could only laugh and cry. It seemed that in the marriage of two police officers, there were destined to be no secrets.
“It’s Guo Xiaoguang, and I also saw Director Feng. The documents were also given by him.”
Thinking of what Guo Xiaoguang said to her, the smile on Song Yuhang’s face faded slightly, with a hint of melancholy.
“He and his mother are still alive. Zhao Junfeng helped them to change their identities, starting anew.”
She shifted her gaze back to the document.
“And there’s one more thing, I…”
Song Yuhang nodded, taking her hand and holding it in his own palm. “Yes, I’m afraid I won’t be able to take care of you properly, in case something happens and I leave you alone.”
She was able to bring back this document, which means she already had thoughts in her heart, but she hesitated to make a decision because of her concern for her.
Lin Yan knew that at this moment, it was necessary to give her some confidence and encouragement.
Looking at their intertwined hands, she glanced into those deep eyes, and a faint smile of pleasure appeared on her lips.
“But I still like the way you look in uniform when you’re catching people, especially handsome.”
Also particularly dashing, it’s the light in her heart, as well as her faith.
Song Yuhang’s throat moved slightly as she pulled her into her arms, stroking her hair intermittently.
“And what about you? What will you do?”
“Me?” Lin Yan grabbed her clothes, nuzzling against them affectionately, taking a deep breath of the faint fragrance emanating from her.
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“Although the Chu Nan case has been solved, I often think, there are still many people like Auntie Chen and Guo Xiaoguang and his mother. Their faces often appear in my mind, and I am still willing to strive for the truth.”
“If the world is destined to be dark, I want to be the sword that cuts through the chaos.”
Song Yuhang’s eyes were slightly moist as she kissed the top of her head.
“I’ll be with you.”
After a while, she noticed that she was still playing with the USB flash drive. Song Yuhang lifted her face.
“Given to you by Jingzhe?”
Lin Yan replied lightly with a “Mm.”
It must be related to Lin Youyuan.
Song Yuhang knew that this was a hurdle in her heart.
“Do you want to see it?”
Lin Yan remained silent.
Song Yuhang gently patted her head. “No rush. If you want some time alone, I’ll go out and smoke, and wait for you.”
Lin Yan still didn’t respond, her eyes somewhat profound.
So Song Yuhang got up, tied the belt of her robe, and took a lighter and cigarette box from the bedside table.
Lin Yan reached out and hooked her clothes corner, holding onto it tightly like a lifesaving straw.
“Don’t go, stay with me.”
As she inserted the USB flash drive into the computer, Song Yuhang glanced back at her, and Lin Yan nodded slightly.
She then opened the file.
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After a lengthy period of darkness, the past began to unfold.
The summer of 1966.
Lin Youyuan, twenty years old, relied on his father’s government position to thrive in the bustling area.
He was a born ruffian, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, not knowing how many young girls he had gotten pregnant.
Finally, he made a mistake. He offended another rich second generation, who had eyes on a woman with a beautiful face and graceful figure, a renowned opera performer. This wealthy second generation, with money and power, had long set his sights on her as his mistress, but Lin Youyuan got there first.
That night, as he staggered out of the tavern, disheveled from drink, he was blocked at the alley entrance.
The other side brought quite a few people.
Lin Youyuan lazily raised his eyes, tightening his belt: “Hey, what’s up? Wanna fight?”
The other side rushed forward with sticks. Lin Youyuan, still feeling the effects of alcohol, was dizzy and took several hits.
Lin Youyuan kicked away the people in front of him, turned around to pick up the wooden stick on the ground, but unexpectedly, he was heavily hit on the back of his head. He fell to the ground all of a sudden, landing face down.
“F*ck it, come on, hit me!”
The rich second generation couldn’t contain his anger and kicked down.
Sharp whistle sounds came by the ear: “What are you doing?!”
A beam of flashlight shone on his face, and a patrol officer in dark brown-green uniform ran over.
“Why are you fighting? Whatever the issue is, come back to the police station with me to resolve it.”
The group of delinquent youths slung their sticks over their shoulders, looking at him and laughing.
The leader of those attacking him took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and blew a smoke ring towards the young patrol officer.
“Do you know who I am? Mind your own business. I’m going to beat him to death today.”
Lin Youyuan lay on the ground, spat out blood-stained saliva, his teeth were knocked out, all spat out together.
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The young patrol officer waved away the smoke, looked at him, and shook his head honestly and innocently. “I don’t know you. You guys assaulted someone. Come with me to the police station to explain.”
The man threw the cigarette on the ground. “Damn it, you don’t know what’s good for you. Beat him!”
The young patrol officer probably hadn’t snapped out of it yet, looking at this person dressed neatly and appearing respectable, how could he just lay hands on him like that?
By the time he snapped out of it, he was already surrounded by a group of people.
The man lit another cigarette, watching as the patrol officer was besieged, occasionally cheering along.
Lin Youyuan picked up a brick from the ground and went straight for the back of the rich second generation’s head.
“Damn it, you bastard, how dare you hit me!”
The brick split in half in his palm, and the rich second generation fell straight down.
The young patrol officer, bruised and swollen within the encirclement, turned back. Lin Youyuan spat on the ground.
“Phew!”
The rich second generation lay motionless on the ground, whether alive or dead was unclear. The group of people looked at each other, and the hands that had been hitting the patrol officer slowly stopped.
Lin Youyuan glanced coldly at the scene.
Several people stepped back, swallowed hard, dropped their wooden clubs, and ran.
Lin Youyuan grabbed one of them and stumbled towards them, rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. The shirt was stained with mud and blood from last night’s rain.
“Come on!!!”
The young man roared loudly, causing several people to glance back and then flee in all directions.
He spat in their direction again, “Cowards!”
Turning around, Lin Youyuan looked at the patrol officer with a disdainful and carefree expression.
“With this level of skill, you dare to come out and be a police officer? Aren’t you afraid of getting beaten up by thieves?”
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The young patrol officer smiled innocently, handcuffed Lin Youyuan’s wrists, clicked them shut, seemingly oblivious to the sarcasm in his words.
“Not afraid, anyway, I have thick skin.”
Lin Youyuan let his guard down, caught off guard, and was suddenly handcuffed by him. He immediately started cursing loudly, “F*ck, unlock these for me! Do you know who I am? Do you know who my dad is?”
The young patrol officer shook his head and called for backup on his walkie-talkie.
“I don’t know, but since you assaulted someone, you’ll have to come with me.”
When they arrived back at the police station, the man had also regained consciousness. His injuries weren’t serious; he had a bandage wrapped around his head and was sitting down.
Lin Youyuan didn’t spend much time in the interrogation room before someone came in, bowing and offering him a cigarette. “Sorry, Master Lin, the people under my command were shortsighted and didn’t recognize Mount Tai. They didn’t know you’re the second son of Secretary Lin. Please forgive us for any inconvenience caused.”
Lin Youyuan nonchalantly propped his legs up on the table in front of him and accepted the cigarette. “Has my brother arrived?”
“He’s here, he’s here, the young master is waiting for you at the door.”
With that, he stood up, shrugged on his coat, and followed the person out.
As they exited the interrogation room, they had barely taken a few steps when a tall man in a gray suit stood in the lobby talking to the people from the police station with his back to them. His profile was as smooth as jade, with a hint of apology.
A hint of joy spread across Lin Youyuan’s face. “Brother.”
The man turned around and tapped him on the head in front of everyone. “Fighting again? Come home with me.”
Lin Youyuan’s forehead turned red, muttering to himself, but dared not protest loudly: “Fine, let’s go home. Are you going to report me again?”
Lin Jueshui bid farewell to the station chief, offering a few precious cigarettes before leading his undisciplined younger brother out.
“Hah, who needs me to report you? Your reputation as the second young master of the Lin family has long spread throughout half of Jiangcheng City.”
Lin Youyuan retorted, “What did I do wrong? I just like a woman. It’s consensual. No one can interfere. But that kid didn’t know his place and wanted to fight me. Naturally, I won’t let him get away with it!”
As he spoke, he kicked at the stones on the road, rolling into a corner.
Lin Youyuan followed the gaze and saw two figures standing in the shadows of the second floor of the police station.
The officer delivering the reprimand was simultaneously tapping his head while scolding him, while the patrol officer stooped over, his hat had even fallen off.
LP: Idk, Lin Youyuan’s ratings in my heart is still in the negatives (¬_¬”)