wind in the dark night

Chapter 270 Du Juan's Sad Story
ten minutes later.

No. 306 Xinmin Street.

Qi Yue entered the house.

Du Juan asked: "What happened?"

Generally speaking, Qi Yue rarely comes during the day unless it is an emergency.

Qi Yue took out the pressure relief valve.

Du Juan said happily: "I bought it."

Qi Yue said: "You are right, this kind of thing can only be bought on the black market."

Du Juan fiddled with the pressure relief valve: "That's great, I can make coffee at home again. Did you come here today just to give me this?"

"The newspaper said that Kitahara Masao is not dead. I feel that this is a conspiracy."

"Why do you say that?"

"There are three suspicious points. On the day of the incident, Xiangfang was only under martial law for one day when no one was caught. This is very unreasonable. The newspapers reported it extensively, but the authorities did not stop it. This is also strange. In addition, I went to the hospital today and the security was very lax. Given Beiyuan's status and position, this should not have happened."

"What tricks are the enemy playing?"

Du Juan frowned.

Qi Yue said: "My advice is to do nothing and wait and see what happens."

Du Juan nodded: "I will pass these situations on to Lao Qiu. As for what to do next, wait for orders."

"Are Li Wenbiao and the others okay?"

Qi Yue sat on the sofa.

Du Juan sighed: "Two brothers were sacrificed, but Li Wenbiao is fine."

Qi Yue said, "For at least a month, tell them not to go out, especially Li Wenbiao. I think the Security Bureau must have asked someone to paint his portrait. Even though martial law has been lifted on the surface, the search has not stopped secretly. There are plainclothes police everywhere on the streets. Once they are targeted, it will be difficult to escape."

Du Juan said, “I understand.”

Qi Yue casually flipped through the newspaper.

Du Juan looked at him: "Are you worried about something?"

"No."

Qi Yue pretended to be relaxed.

Du Juan said, "Your worries are written all over your face. You look listless. Don't hide it. What happened?"

Qi Yue explained, "Liu Wanchun died at the Limin Inn on Xinmin Street. I just came from there. The farmhands he brought with him were crying their hearts out. It was heartbreaking to see them crying."

"Liu Wanchun from Liujiabao?"

"Correct."

"How did he die?"

"It looks like a heart attack."

"Oh……"

"Is there any wine at home?"

Du Juan was stunned: "What?"

Qi Yue said: "You said I was listless, so drink some wine to perk up."

Du Juan asked: "Whiskey, brandy, or wine, which one do you want?"

"Whiskey bar."

"Drinking such strong alcohol in broad daylight?"

"It's okay, just drink a little."

"Don't you have to go back to the police station this afternoon?"

"I'll be back later."

Du Juan opened the wine cabinet and took out half a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of Coke: "Whiskey and Coke taste better, they all drink it this way, you can try it. Oh, wait a moment, there are sausages at home, I'll go cut a plate for you to drink."

Qi Yue poured a glass of wine and took a big sip: "Don't bother, I'm not hungry."

Du Juan looked at him for a while and asked, "Qi Yue, what happened to you?" Qi Yue said, "I just saw a dead person. I can't eat anything. I have no appetite."

"I'm not talking about sausages."

"what?"

"Qi Yue, don't treat others as fools. You never drink when you are here with me. Besides, the situation you reported is not that urgent, so you don't need to come here right now. You came to me because you are in a bad mood and want to talk to someone."

"........."

Du Juan sat down slowly: "Generally speaking, those infatuated men and women who have suffered emotional setbacks like to drink to relieve their sorrows. But there are exceptions to everything. At the very least, an intelligence officer lurking behind enemy lines should not do this."

Qi Yue was silent for a while: "Bai Xue is engaged to Yu Jincheng."

Du Juan snorted: "Sure enough, I guessed it right... What are you going to do?"

"No plan."

"Just give up like that?"

"if not?"

"Are you willing to?"

"I've said it before, there won't be a good ending between her and me. It's better to suffer a short pain than a long one. Instead of getting entangled, it's better to make a decision early!"

"But you are unwilling to give up."

"Yes, I am unwilling to accept this."

Qi Yue admitted frankly: "I have no choice. I promise you that after today, I will forget everything about her."

Du Juan picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "I hope you can keep your promise. Alas, I can understand your feelings. After all, who doesn't have one or two sad things in life?"

Qi Yue smiled.

Du Juan asked: "What are you laughing at?"

"You look like one."

"Like who?"

"Xu Yingmin."

"Who is Xu Yingmin?"

"Second Miss Xu, my ex-fiancée, the one we were betrothed to since birth."

Du Juan chuckled: "Ex-fiancée, that sounds really awkward."

Qi Yue said: "It should be the last fiancée... but that doesn't seem right."

Du Juan asked, "Am I very similar to her?"

Qi Yue said: "The profile is like that, especially the look when he is inspired by something."

Du Juan smiled and said, "Does your ex-fiancée often express her feelings?"

Qi Yue also smiled: "Occasionally."

The two chatted and soon half a bottle of whiskey was finished. Most of it was drunk by Du Juan, while Qi Yue only had one glass.

Du Juan said under the influence of alcohol: "Qi Yue, do you want to hear my sad story?"

"Say what you want to say."

Qi Yue poured a glass of Coke.

Du Juan curled up on the sofa, took the pillow and hugged it in her arms: "You should be able to guess that I was married before. He and I knew each other for a long time. We went to the same school. He was two grades higher than me. We were in elementary school and middle school together. We can be said to be childhood sweethearts, two little kids who knew each other well..."

Qi Yue never asked about Du Juan's background. The Military Control Commission had an unwritten rule that anyone who inquired about the details of their colleagues, regardless of the reason, would be subject to disciplinary action once discovered.

But Qi Yue could more or less guess that Du Juan must have been married before, otherwise, an unmarried girl would never be qualified for the job of a "dancer".

She has to mingle with all kinds of men, handle relationships with everyone in a proper manner, endure overt and covert harassment, and even more outrageous behavior, all of which she has to endure.

This kind of almost perverted work, without the support of firm belief, is simply impossible for a girl, let alone a married woman, to cope with it if she is not strong enough inside.

Du Juan continued, "When we got married, I was 19 and he was 22. At that time, I was so naive that I was almost stupid. I thought I had found someone to spend my life with. But I never thought that he was a scumbag! A beast! Worse than a beast! He was addicted to gambling and had affairs with other women. Less than two years after we got married, he owed a large gambling debt. He pretended to take me on a trip and took the opportunity to sell me to a human trafficker. At that time, I wanted to die... I have never mentioned this experience to anyone. You are the first and the last one."

(End of this chapter)