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,. Chapter 143 Seemingly Attached “You’re saying, he’s more than a meter away, you can see it at a glance?” Lin Qizhao holds two US Bills, his voice is eerie, his tone is surprised, his expression is exaggerated. He was entangled again by Aeming, and what Aeming told him about it made him feel incredible. He was holding two US Bills in his hand, one real and one fake Feel, the fake paper quality is slightly worse, and this difference is quite subtle, I am afraid not non-professionals can distinguish, catch Aeming say Xiao Mu at a glance to pick away two real, can not listen to him dumbfounded . “No, I still exchanged two copies on the black market there, and it cost more than a thousand. Hey, this guy, he just took them away. No, I went to the bank and exchanged one, but I still can’t tell the difference. ” Aeming depressed and honest, money loss is a trivial matter, lost money nothing to do, let him depressed, came to boast Haikou to invite Xiao Mu , this is good, wandering for two days , Xiao Mu didn't even open the door for him. I had no choice but to invite Lin Qizhao again. Why don't the two of them stay outside the community? They just waited to come out to have a meal together in the evening and talk easily. Lin Qizhao was surprised by what Aeming said and returned the banknote to Aeming and said: "The r7 crown Counterfeit Money manufacturing gang, and this kind of Superb Dollar have What's the connection? How can this TraffickerKing have two kinds of well-made Counterfeit Money in his hands? The level of Counterfeit Money dealers that Trafficker King came into contact with should be quite high, even if you can find the general area of haunting, it is now a black eye,” Aeming said. "But how can Xiao Mu help with this matter?" Lin Qizhao asked. "It's too useful to put in the police pile, he's definitely a super hunter, put in a criminal gang, definitely a high IQ Criminal, he stayed with you for more than a year, did you find out?" Aeming Counterquestion, if Sun Qinghua hadn't jumped from the building, I'm afraid Xiao Mu wouldn't have appeared. This incident embarrassed Lin Qizhao. I didn't expect that the fringe industry that Xiao Mu is engaged in can make the tattoo business look stylish purely by word of mouth, and crucially, the registration uses an inconspicuous one The name of the gangster made my friends who were police officers think about it, but they didn't expect that he didn't go anywhere and stayed at Binhai. This answer has actually been said to Big Gourd several times, every time Lin Qizhao and Shen Lingchen are considered nonsense upon analysis. "I didn't think about it here. Who might have thought that he would settle down and start a tattoo design? Yesterday I searched the website and found that Nirvana has become famous. I always thought that he would inevitably go to those entertainment venues." Lin Qizhao said that he also felt very, very strange about the change of Xiao Mu, but when the facts were put in front of him, he felt that it was logical, but he could not think of it at once. He actually just put down eating and drinking Gambling, just picked up the drawing skills I once had. Aeming seemed unheard, staring straight into the community, Lin Qizhao saw him so concerned, smiled and asked: "Party Instructor, what did you say? He rejected you directly ?” “No, this kid let me roll… Damn, no one dares to curse me for some years.” Aeming said angrily. Lin QizhaoHoho smiled and commented: "Geniuses are more or less a bit bad-tempered. The higher the talent, the bigger the temper. I think you can't hire this person."
"What does that mean?" Aeming asked, disbelief evident in his voice.
"In the case of Rong Wu and Nie Qifeng, that Erhu Lu died right in his arms. There’s a Tattoo Artist who was shot alongside him. You tell me, what ordinary person would want to face such dangers that should be borne by us police? Both Master Shen and I feel deeply guilty about this... As for informants, our country lacks formal legislation; it's an unrecognized identity. In Binhai, there are only a little over a hundred volunteer informants, and there are losses every year. Even if there are no losses, many will provide clues and then vanish without a trace," Lin Qizhao explained.
"I understand, but my belief is that the rise and fall of a nation is the responsibility of every individual... This isn't just being sentimental. Those who merely watch from the sidelines and lament the chaos of the world also have a sense of justice within them. Everyone has it; the difference lies in whether the circumstances can stir that sense of justice," Aeming replied.
"That's true, but what do you think could activate their sense of justice?" Lin Qizhao asked.
This question stumped Aeming. He thought for a long time but couldn't come up with anything. Money? This guy didn't lack money and was even making his own now. Women? He had plenty of options among his subordinates. Power? He seemed to have that too; he could command a group of misfits, probably enough to lead a whole squad. Aeming awkwardly countered, "Isn't that why you're here? Help me think of a way... If someone had such a secret weapon, wouldn't the suspects be terrified? I don't believe you haven't thought about this."
"I have thought about it, but thinking alone is useless; all the opportunities have been missed... Oh right, did you know he just returned from Shaanxi Province? His father cut off his financial support and forced him to be independent. He even tried to apply at the Patrol Officer recruitment office. Guess what happened?" Lin Qizhao asked.
"Is that true? Did they hire him?" Aeming was taken aback.
"Hire him? They took one look at his foreign diploma and then saw his criminal record; they kicked him out right away," Lin Qizhao laughed.
Aeming paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, exclaiming, "Of course not! His political review would never pass."
The two laughed together as Aeming recounted how Xiao Mu had learned to swindle money from usurers in Shaanxi Province. Lin Qizhao listened in astonishment; it made sense why Aeming had been pursuing Xiao Mu so persistently—what Xiao Mu was doing was quite similar to what Trafficker King had done.
"Hey, hey... he's coming out," Lin Qizhao said sharply.
Unexpectedly, someone with sharper eyes noticed first. Xiao Mu glanced around quickly before darting out onto the sidewalk, walking along the street's edge. Lin Qizhao wondered aloud, "Is he really that cautious?"
"Damn it, that's Counter-Surveillance—anti-tracking techniques—I taught him that," Aeming said with some annoyance. His own skills weren't high-level, but his apprentice had learned well enough to almost slip away unnoticed.
The two huddled under the car window, afraid to move. After quite some time, Aeming finally drove off the curb, preparing to follow Xiao Mu and locate the residence that had yet to be discovered...
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The tracking was ongoing, and Lin Qizhao and Aeming exchanged a few glances, both perhaps a bit surprised.
After walking for a while, they took a bus and transferred twice, taking over forty minutes to reach Long Lian Road. By this time, Aeming was already feeling dizzy from the twists and turns. In the vast Binhai city, with over ten million people and a web-like network of roads, it was all too easy to hide someone.
Just like Xiao Mu at that moment, leaning against a lamppost with one leg on the ground, his head resting against the pole... To put it elegantly, he had the carefree demeanor of a hippie; to put it less elegantly, it was just the signature pose of local ruffians, probably waiting for passing Ruhua to whistle at him.
“Could it be that he’s looking for artistic inspiration here?” Lin Qizhao dared not jump to conclusions.
“Bullshit, he’s probably eyeing that girl,” Aeming judged instinctively. Given how cheerful this guy looked, there was no way he was seeking artistic inspiration.
“But here…” Lin Qizhao looked around suspiciously. What did he see? He suddenly turned the car onto the curb, pressed a button, and Aeming angrily asked, “What’s wrong? What’s gotten into you?”
“Shh… I’ll tell you in a moment,” Lin Qizhao whispered. After glancing several times, he finally got up and pointed. At that moment, he saw a woman just coming out of a cake shop, linking arms with Xiao Mu as they chatted and laughed together. The woman even leaned affectionately against Xiao Mu's shoulder.
Aeming stared in shock and quickly understood. “I get it now; he has someone special. He probably won’t help me anymore.”
Lin Qizhao knew who she was but hadn’t yet shaken off his surprise. Aeming sighed in disappointment. “Ah, genius; most don’t fall due to hardship but are ruined in the arms of tenderness. Damn it.”
“Tsk… what do you know? Do you even recognize who she is?” Lin Qizhao asked.
“Who?” Aeming asked curiously.
“Rong Wu's sister, Rong Ying,” Lin Qizhao replied.
"Wow... she is that one..." Aeming was stunned, incredulously asking, and Lin Qizhao nodded twice. He realized it was true, and then Aeming could only mutter "Wow, wow..." for a long time, struggling to process it. It was indeed outrageous; the person who should have been avoided had become the closest one. Even Aeming felt an immense respect for someone bold enough to handle things this way.
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The two nestled together walked into a familiar little restaurant, one of those roadside stalls. There were only a few private rooms, and they chose an inconspicuous corner table. It was a place they frequented, and the Boss already knew their usual dishes.
Chopped chili fish head, Mapo tofu, and stir-fried mushrooms with greens, along with two servings of rice. They enjoyed their meal thoroughly, and today felt even more intimate than usual. Rong Ying smiled at Xiao Mu as if she had prepared something special for him and said, "Close your eyes."
"What’s going on?" Xiao Mu asked.
"Oh come on, just close them. I want to give you a gift," Rong Ying replied, covering Xiao Mu's eyes with her hands. She quickly pulled something out of her bag and said, "Okay, open your eyes!" A delicate paper box cake appeared in her palm.
"Wow? You didn't go to the store? You made this?" Xiao Mu laughed.
"I learned by watching... I made this just for you. Do you like it? It's chocolate... Let me unwrap it for you," Rong Ying said excitedly as she carefully peeled off the cake paper. She explained to Xiao Mu that there were three layers, and the sweetest part was in the middle, called 'sweetness that captures the heart.' As she spoke, she glanced at Xiao Mu only to find his expression somewhat melancholic, looking at her with sadness. Rong Ying suddenly felt flustered and awkwardly said, "You don’t like it... do you? I know it looks a bit rough..."
"No, no, no... I love it... I..." Xiao Mu held Rong Ying's hand tightly, afraid she would throw it away.
This instinctive reaction puzzled Rong Ying for a moment; Xiao Mu's unexpected emotional response left her confused. She tilted her head and asked, "What’s wrong?"
"I... I suddenly thought of my mom," Xiao Mu admitted honestly.
"Ah?" Rong Ying was taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter again and asked, "Well then, congratulations on finding maternal love."
She smiled, but he did not return the smile; instead, he spoke softly with a hint of sorrow: "She passed away a long time ago... over ten years now."
Rong Ying's smile froze on her face as she helplessly kissed the back of his hand, comforting him. "I'm sorry... Don't be upset. No matter how bad it gets, it can't be worse than what I've been through. You always tell me to keep going... Come on, open your mouth."
Xiao Mu smiled and opened his mouth. Rong Ying carefully broke off a piece and placed it in his mouth, watching him eat with such delight and happiness. Xiao Mu swallowed lightly, feeling only one clear sensation: the taste was exquisite.
He loved this feeling, a familial attachment mixed with the gaze of a lover. The taste was like cake, sweet in his heart.
As usual, they had a few small dishes and two bowls of plain rice, which made for a sumptuous dinner. What was different this time was the occasional glances exchanged between them and the rare moments of feeding each other. The steaming dishes paled in comparison to the heat of their gazes.
"Mu... how about..." Rong Ying whispered, not finishing her sentence.
"What is it?" Xiao Mu asked.
"How about... we move in together?" Rong Ying mustered her courage to say.
"Uh..." Xiao Mu was caught off guard.
Rong Ying chuckled lightly, trying to hide her amusement as she looked at Xiao Mu and said, "Did I scare you? I don't need you to support me. You look like someone who's never seen the world; if this were in the past, I wouldn't have even looked at someone like you."
"Oh, so you're lowering yourself? I'm flattered," Xiao Mu replied with a smile.
"Don't make sarcastic remarks; I'm serious about discussing this with you," Rong Ying insisted.
"Then I'll answer you seriously too." Xiao Mu paused his chopsticks and glanced at the cake wrapper still on the table. A warmth spread through him inexplicably as he softly said, "My situation is quite unique; I worry you might not accept it right away. For me, I would love to have someone special who could feed me cake."
"Really?" Rong Ying laughed.
"Of course it's true," Xiao Mu replied with a smile.
Rong Ying pondered Xiao Mu's words, feeling joy followed by curiosity. She asked directly, "What makes your identity so special? Can it be more unique than mine? I've never been to a small restaurant like this before; losing tens of thousands in a game of mahjong is normal for me."
Xiao Mu smiled and changed the subject, asking, "So, did you enjoy your previous life, or do you prefer how things are now?"
"Well..." Rong Ying pursed her lips, looking at Xiao Mu. Slowly, a blissful smile spread across her face—that was her answer, but she didn't say it out loud. Instead, she pouted for a kiss. Xiao Mu leaned in and gently kissed her. She contentedly said, "Even though you're a bit poor now, I can make do with it."
"Oh, then I guess I'll just have to reach a little higher," Xiao Mu replied shyly.
"You still haven't answered my earlier question," Rong Ying reminded him.
"Are you talking about moving?" Xiao Mu asked. Rong Ying nodded seriously, and then he smiled as he said, "We rely on each other and keep each other company; isn't that already enough?"
He laughed, and Rong Ying felt touched by his familiar words. A hint of sadness washed over her but was quickly replaced by warmth and joy. She smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Was she reminiscing about their passionate nights together? Or perhaps recalling the tough times they endured side by side? It seemed that it didn't matter what it was; for both of them, it was a feeling of happiness...
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"Ah, come on..." Aeming exclaimed as he watched Rong Ying feed Xiao Mu cake.
"Oh wow..." Aeming gasped in surprise as the two kissed without a care in the world.
"Hey... I shouldn't say anything; it makes me look too rude," Aeming thought as he saw them feeding each other. He felt a twinge of stomach pain from not eating himself.
He decided to hold back on the crude remarks, but Lin Qizhao couldn't contain himself and blurted out, "What the hell... what's going on here?"
"Are you worried about those kids in prison?" Aeming asked.
"Yes, at least two people know the details: Nie Qifeng and Li Junshan. One is sentenced to death, and the other has a suspended death sentence... Other than that, there shouldn't be any further issues. Rong Wu's only direct relative is Rong Ying. We thought that a girl like her would be overwhelmed by such a big event... I never expected Xiao Mu would stay with her all this time, and given their closeness..." Lin Qizhao said with concern, fearing that whatever was meant to happen had already happened.
"I think we should be happy," Aeming had a different perspective.
"What do you mean?" Lin Qizhao asked, puzzled.
"Have you ever considered the deeper meaning behind Rong Wu's actions before he died? He wasn't a fool. Why would he rather jump off a building than bow to the police, yet he chose to bow to Xiao Mu?" Aeming questioned.
"Because Xiao Mu saw his weakness," Lin Qizhao replied.
"But Rong Wu also saw his weakness," Aeming countered.
Lin Qizhao suddenly realized and exclaimed, "Oh, right! He knew very well that Xiao Mu was an informant, yet he entrusted his sister to him. He understood that Xiao Mu wouldn't have the heart to abandon her, and without someone looking out for her, she would likely suffer greatly."
"Look at her now; she's started working and becoming self-sufficient, beginning to enjoy... love? If no one were looking after her, with us repeatedly checking in on her during such a big incident, she would either be deeply hurt or go crazy," Aeming said. Those within the system understood how tough it could be; the families of suspects often had it rough too. Just surviving through the scrutiny was an achievement, let alone living so comfortably as she seemed now.
"But have you thought about it? This could be even more dangerous," Lin Qizhao remarked.
"What do you mean?" Aeming questioned skeptically.
Lin Qizhao expressed Shen Lingchen's concerns: if Nie Qifeng or Li Derli were to spill the beans during their meetings, then the couple could become enemies. Aeming dismissed this idea, suggesting they simply shouldn't let them meet. Lin Qizhao pointed out that as an instructor, the law couldn't strip them of their final rights. Who would dare do such a thing? After Nie Qifeng's incident, even his father, wife, and children had disowned him; yet it was Rong Ying who frequently visited him—meeting was only a matter of time.
Upon hearing this, Aeming was stunned and looked at Lin Qizhao in surprise. Lin Qizhao continued, "What's wrong? This kind of worry is very plausible."
"No, I just think that girl Rong Ying...," Aeming said while giving a thumbs up. "Don't underestimate her just because she's the child of a death row inmate. She hasn't forgotten about Nie Qifeng despite everything; she has feelings and loyalty. I kind of like her."
"What is this all about... Hurry, they are coming out," Lin Qizhao said. As the two of them took their seats, they watched from a distance. The couple looked incredibly intimate as they walked together for over ten minutes. They quietly followed in a car and then watched as the pair entered an old residential area filled with buildings.
This was where it ended; in a neighborhood full of rental apartments, who would know that this couple had built their love nest in that corner?
"Party Instructor, I can't do anything about this; it's all hanging in the balance," Lin Qizhao said.
"Heh, you can't keep it under wraps. Xiao Mu is daring and capable; you're just worrying for nothing," Aeming replied.
"Then aren't you just wasting your time? With him like this, he still does things for you?" Lin Qizhao said skeptically.
"On the contrary, because it is like this, I think it becomes possible," Aeming said leisurely, appearing completely unhurried.
The two quietly retreated. What Lin Qizhao did not expect was that this undercover Party Instructor was more difficult to deal with than imagined. He was busy with two things: desperately catching up on counterfeit money identification knowledge in the Special Training Division and seizing every opportunity to harass Xiao Mu. This level of obsession had reached a point of being shameless, causing even Lin Qizhao and Shen Lingchen to start feeling disgusted by it...
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