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,. Chapter 180: Tears Like Rain Three days later, a piece of blockbuster news that shocked the whole country swept through all major media. r7, dq, tj and other multi-prefix Counterfeit Money manufacturing and trading gangs were destroyed, and the police in six places including Taizhou, Suzhou and Hangzhou, Jining, Anyang acted simultaneously and captured Sun Dazheng, There were 67 people involved in the case, led by Xu Tonglei and Gexi. They seized finished and semi-finished products Counterfeit Money with a face value of 140 million, and destroyed two large Counterfeit Money dens, making it the largest manufacturing and trafficking case in the country in recent years. Counterfeit Money's big case. In this sensational news, the good guys uncovered a legendary story. It was not about the policeman who died in the line of duty, nor about the arduous investigation, but about the eighth-level worker Li Yingzong who made the plate. He started to get involved in the printing industry at the age of 18. He can use a carving knife to make complicated trademark templates, and use a pen to draw a Counterfeit Money template that is more realistic than a computer simulation. There are endless reports. This man's legendary experience overshadowed those law enforcers whose weapons were not cold. "I'm afraid that the media in the world will not be in chaos and the public opinion will be confused..." Shen Lingchen threw a newspaper heavily on the table and said angrily, this Li Yingzong explained quickly enough, the news came out even faster, But those ignorant bystanders turned their attention more to those legendary stories. "There may be another piece of news that is a bit interesting." Lin Qizhao moved the computer and found an English report about a murder case in a small country in Southeast Asia. A Chinese was shot dead in his residence. Shen Lingchen No He understood English, but based on his judgment, he blurted out: "Is it Sun Yong?" "Yes, the report said that the incident occurred last night. The man was shot four times and died at the residence. The suspect is being hunted." Lin Qizhao said, explaining with a sneer: "These monkeys are more bureaucratic than us, but this main culprit will never be brought to justice." "This is the best result for him. Professional criminal gangs abroad cannot spare him. The missed Lackey... Tsk, what a pity," Shen Lingchen said. Countless sighs made both of them feel sad at the same time. Thinking about a few months ago, the case had not yet surfaced, and the concept of the mechanism Counterfeit Money had not even been proposed, and the Party Instructor was desperately trying to dig for three days. I have been searching for it for a long time, but today the truth has been revealed, but the world and man are separated forever. Lin Qizhao did not speak, remained silent, Case Situation broke through like a torrent, but it could not replace the grief for the old friend. "When will his pursuit be held?" Shen Lingchen asked.
"Day after tomorrow," Lin Qizhao said.
"Let's go see him," Shen Lingchen suggested.
"Mm," Lin Qizhao replied.
"Hand over the case files to the Comrades at the Economic Investigation Bureau. The situation is too big for us to handle... When reporting the situation, make sure to highlight the Comrade from Anhui Province. Get someone to polish his story and write something decent to submit," Shen Lingchen instructed.
"Mm," Lin Qizhao acknowledged.
Whenever they faced each other, there was always this silence. A knock sounded at the door. Lin Qizhao wiped his eyes, straightened his uniform, stood up, and opened the door to find Guo Wei and Guan Yiqing had arrived. They let them in, and the two happened to see Shen Lingchen bent over, covering his eyes. After a moment, he looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Master, after the meeting day after tomorrow at eight in the morning, Team Leader Zhou called to inquire," Guan Yiqing reported.
"Ask who will go and let’s all go together," Shen Lingchen replied.
"Okay... and also," Guan Yiqing began but hesitated. Guo Wei spoke up first, her tears already flowing. She looked at Guo Wei as she wiped her tears and said, "The Party Instructor's background is truly pitiful. He was an orphan who was abducted and spent several years in an orphanage before being adopted by an old cop... He went undercover at eighteen and worked for ten years before returning to the team. The organization had just introduced him to someone; he hadn’t even had a chance to start a family before it all ended..."
"He... his partner is..." Lin Qizhao asked.
"Section Chief Fan, Fan Saili, who has been here with us. When she heard the news, she fainted right there in San Shui," Guo Wei said as she wiped her tears again, which only flowed more freely. She continued haltingly, "I heard Section Chief Fan say that all these years he had been searching for his biological parents but had never found them. When collecting his belongings, aside from a pile of medals, he left nothing behind—not even a last word..."
Unable to contain himself any longer, he broke down in sobs. Lin Qizhao gently patted his shoulder as tears streamed down his face. He softly said, "You're wrong; he did leave something behind... The two of them were less than ten meters from the explosion point. With the Party Instructor's skills, he might have had a chance to survive, but Xiao Mu definitely wouldn’t have. And now, Xiao Mu is safe... He understands honor, promises, and dignity better than we do; what he left behind is more than we can imagine."
"Don't be sad; let's go send him off together day after tomorrow," Shen Lingchen advised. Guo Wei nodded through her sobs. Meanwhile, Guan Yiqing had forgotten what she wanted to say until Shen Lingchen reminded her: "Sun Qinghua and Guan Xiangdong are still under restrictions."
"Oh, I messed this up. Let them go quickly," Lin Qizhao said as he signed the document. After a moment of thought, he decided to go in person.
The place of confinement was not far. By the time the two were released, they looked a bit disheveled. Lin Qizhao and Shen Lingchen repeatedly apologized. Guan Xiangdong was somewhat understanding, but Sun Qinghua could not take it anymore and began to curse loudly, slamming his thigh and berating all the female relatives involved. He confronted Shen Lingchen directly, swinging his hand to deliver a slap while shouting, "What are you cursing about? We were protecting you! Do you have any idea how serious things are outside?"
"I can't believe you hit me... I'll sue you!" Sun Qinghua yelled, ready to escalate the situation. But when he saw the atmosphere was off, he froze mid-action and asked, "What on earth happened? Oh no... Xiao Mu is dead, isn't he? I knew it! You just watched him walk to his death... This isn't over! If my brother is dead, I'll expose all your ugly faces..."
Guan Xiangdong kept trying to pull him back, but Sun Qinghua was furious. Suddenly, Lin Qizhao spoke up, "Xiao Mu is fine; he has only minor injuries."
"Huh? Minor injuries? That's not exciting enough!" Sun Qinghua's expression changed instantly.
"Comrade Aeming sacrificed himself to protect Xiao Mu... They'll tell you the details. Cherish this moment, Tsinghua; there may be many more shocking things ahead," Lin Qizhao coldly remarked before turning to leave with Shen Lingchen. Sun Qinghua shouted after them, "No way! Who could take down Baldy?"
No one paid him any mind. Lin Qizhao and Shen Lingchen had barely walked away when they heard Sun Qinghua start to wail: "Bald Brother... Bald Brother, I'm so sorry! I never thought it would be this bad; I even cursed you before leaving... Ahhh..."
The two paused for a moment, but soon Sun Qinghua's cries turned back into shouts: "No way! Absolutely impossible! You must be mistaken! My wife is just pretending; how could she be involved with someone in Counterfeit...? Did you arrest her? That's just cruel; she's a woman—how can she handle your torment...?"
Shen Lingchen shook his head in disbelief as they continued walking. Lin Qizhao quietly said behind him, "Dai Qiongshi had issues of her own; she almost got sued for embezzling company funds. It was Sun Qinghua's money that helped her out. According to Gexi's testimony, they have been laundering money for Sun Dazheng in the securities market."
"Was this during her marriage with Sun Qinghua?" Shen Lingchen asked.
"Yes, they have been together longer than he has known Sun Qinghua," Lin Qizhao replied with a bitter smile.
"Ah, people..." Shen Lingchen shook his head and sighed deeply, unsure whether to lament for the oblivious Sun Qinghua or for the beautiful Class Flower who was now trapped in a dire situation.
"It is said that this Dai Qiongshi was once Xiao Mu's dream girl," Lin Qizhao added.
"It won't be anymore; he has reached Nirvana," Shen Lingchen said softly, pausing for a moment to think but ultimately refraining from asking further.
Right, the one who survived has yet to utter a single word...
A week later, Guan Yiqing hurried back to the Armed Police Third Hospital for the second time. She deliberately changed out of her uniform and wore ordinary clothes. As she entered the inpatient department, she opened her makeup case several times to check her face, afraid of carrying even a hint of sadness.
In the end, she couldn't hide it. The colleagues from Luzhou who accompanied her were in tears, and Fan Saili was sobbing uncontrollably. It was someone they knew who had perished. Those aware of Aeming's background couldn't help but shed a tear. The matter that weighed most heavily on her heart these days was this incident—the case that had shocked the entire nation—yet somehow it felt less significant now.
She walked lightly down the corridor, feeling a sense of trepidation as she approached home. Memories of their time together replayed in her mind like a film. She had initially thought he was just a fleeting passerby in her life—someone she couldn't hate or love—but strangely, there were so many attachments she couldn't let go of. What troubled her most was seeing Xiao Mu when she returned to Binhai; his eyes were vacant and hollow, devoid of any spirit, moving like a lifeless shell, indifferent to everyone around him.
He must know what happened?
But no one knew how he would be after this incident.
Gently approaching the hospital room door, she knocked softly before pushing it open. The room flooded with sunlight, revealing Xiao Mu lying quietly on the bed. His injuries and bruises were nearly healed; his shaved head had begun to sprout dark stubble. He had been hit by shrapnel from the explosion, but only his legs and arms were injured—nothing serious. His right arm, now bandage-free, revealed a half-removed tattoo that had turned into a ghastly wound.
Guan Yiqing placed some fruit on his bedside table and pulled up a chair to sit down. Smiling at him, she asked, "How's the recovery going?"
Xiao Mu glanced at her sideways but remained silent.
"You must have countless questions for me about why I’m pretending to be indifferent," Guan Yiqing inquired.
"You must be heartbroken, so why are you putting on a brave face?" Xiao Mu said.
Hearing him speak, Guan Yiqing felt a flicker of joy, but her expression quickly darkened, and she fell silent. She knew that Xiao Mu was still the same Xiao Mu.
"Well, at least you're finally willing to talk," Guan Yiqing said, shifting the topic as she pulled out her tablet from her bag. She opened it to reveal a video of Zhong Xiaomei playing with her two sons. She knew this would catch Xiao Mu's interest. She gently said, "They don't know anything; they think you've just gone into hiding again."
"Thank you. You won't let them know either. I was meant to be invisible," Xiao Mu replied, slowly lying down and staring blankly at the ceiling.
"What else do you want to know?" Guan Yiqing asked as she turned off the tablet. "Do you want to know about the case situation? The mastermind Sun Yong has been killed abroad, shot multiple times. The case is closed, and no one got away. From now on, you can live openly as yourself or leave this city."
"What I want to know is what you don't want to tell me... Was Baldy's funeral grand?" Xiao Mu asked.
The question caught Guan Yiqing off guard. She mechanically nodded and said, "It was grand. Thousands of colleagues from Luzhou attended. At every police station, comrades joined in carrying the coffin; at every branch, they lined up to pay their respects."
As she spoke, she choked back a sob and then smiled through her tears as she told Xiao Mu, "Mu, he’s gone. He was a hero... He sacrificed himself to save you so that you could live well, not like this."
"I know... I know..." Xiao Mu murmured, his eyes brimming with tears that spilled over and blurred his vision. Yet his mind was crystal clear; he could still feel Baldy—whom he had cursed so harshly—holding him tightly in his arms. It felt like leaning against a solid rock wall while behind him, brilliant light erupted.
That was the threshold between life and death; Baldy stood in front of him, giving all chances of survival to Xiao Mu, just like how he would empty his pockets for him during their times of trouble.
A tissue gently wiped his face as Xiao Mu raised his hand to slowly push away Guan Yiqing's hand, but she held on tightly. With a sigh of relief, she said, "Then pull yourself together. There are many people who care about you. Do you really want them to be sad for you?"
"I know... I know... But I can't forgive myself. In his last moments, I was still cursing him, mocking him, ridiculing him, blaming him... He’s just gone like that; I didn’t even get the chance to apologize..." Xiao Mu murmured, lost in painful memories. The image of that lecherous, sycophantic bald face haunted him—a piercing pain he couldn't shake off. He realized that even though he could understand all kinds of psychology, he never grasped how heavy his presence weighed in Aeming's heart.
"You are partners, brothers. Is there a need to apologize? If it were an ordinary person, they would do the same... Oh, by the way, I brought something back for you. It's from Chief Fan Saili," Guan Yiqing said as she took out a package wrapped in an old handkerchief and handed it to Xiao Mu.
Xiao Mu sat up, staring blankly at the worn handkerchief, which seemed to have some age to it. Guan Yiqing explained, "It's a relic of the Party Instructor. His adoptive father agreed to pass it on to you when he learned that you were also his brother."
As he slowly unwrapped it, he revealed a handful of medals—eight in total. Xiao Mu was stunned, holding the rough-looking medals in his hands, unable to articulate his feelings.
"These are the medals he earned during various missions, along with many certificates... Just a keepsake. He may not have valued these much; they were just tossed in a shoebox under his bed. After returning to the team, the organization considered that he was no longer suitable for frontline work and wanted to transfer him to administrative duties, but he refused to go back and continued taking on missions with various Criminal Investigation teams... He had his own unresolved issues; he himself was a victim of human trafficking and could never stand by while others suffered like him. Until his death, he never found his biological parents," Guan Yiqing said.
"He was stubborn to the point of foolishness... that idiot, that fool."
Xiao Mu muttered curses under his breath but pressed the medals tightly against his chest, as if still being embraced by that partner-brother. In that moment, he felt the safest because someone was shielding him from all danger. He closed his eyes and let out a heavy sob; tears streamed down like pearls from a broken string.
"The informant's fee has been deposited. If you need to tell me anything... let me know before you leave."
Guan Yiqing stood up and spoke softly, but Xiao Mu did not respond. She lingered for a moment and gently patted Xiao Mu's shoulder as a reminder: "I brought someone else with me; she's been standing at the door too afraid to come in... just like you were afraid to see her. What needs to come will eventually come; I believe you won't choose to avoid it."
When Xiao Mu opened his eyes, the door slowly creaked open. Rong Ying stood there in a white dress, her expression serious, resembling a noble yet cold princess scrutinizing him. Guan Yiqing smiled and slowly stepped away. At the doorway, she gently took Rong Ying's hand and pulled her into the room before softly closing the door behind them.
Leaning against the wall, Guan Yiqing let out a sigh of relief as if she had finally set down a heavy burden. But strangely enough, the room remained silent; she listened intently but heard nothing at all...
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