Life in siheyuan era

At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhou Zhiyuan once again walked up the stairs.

He walked very slowly, his eyes slightly closed, ascending the stairs step by step, sensing the surrounding situation.

Then he reached the sixth floor, stopped, and looked around. The corridor was still dark, without a single figure in sight, but it lacked that feeling of extreme silence.

He activated the Star Chart, and two green lights flashed, but Orange had no reaction.

Then a round figure appeared, and an orange thread shot towards that direction. Zhang Yong was at home.

Confirming that Orange's magical function was still working, Zhou Zhiyuan slowly walked up to the seventh floor. Han Xue's figure appeared in his mind, but the lack of reaction from Orange told him that Han Xue was not at home.

So he stood still, thought carefully, and a figure appeared in his mind, but Orange still had no reaction.

He went up to the eighth floor and repeated the process, finally arriving at the ninth floor, but this figure still did not elicit an orange thread.

Following the corridor to the innermost side, he took the narrow staircase to the roof, but the two green lights in his mind were nowhere to be found.

"Black Cat is gone?" Zhou Zhiyuan wondered to himself, then turned to look at the surrounding environment. The dark night sky had no starlight, giving a feeling of oppression.

After turning around again, Zhou Zhiyuan turned and walked back, reaching the landing on the seventh floor. Seeing a beam of light shining up, he slowly retreated to the upper steps and stood still, listening attentively for a while. A man's voice entered his ears, "These past two days, we've been doing some inexplicable work. The captain actually asked me to monitor the Hu Feng and Hu Biao brothers, and I have to report their situation every day."

"Hu Biao is the deputy director of your street sanitation department, haven't you met him? I heard he was beaten up by Zhou Zhiyuan and is still lying at home."

Then Han Xue's voice came, "I met Hu Biao once. He gave me a very bad impression. Zhou Zhiyuan beat him up because Hu Biao bullied his classmate, who is the head of the street comprehensive office."

"I was there at the time. Zhou Zhiyuan didn't go all out. I heard that a group of thugs gathered at night to block Zhou Zhiyuan, and they were beaten pretty badly that time."

Han Xue briefly narrated, then asked, "Why monitor the Hu Feng and Hu Biao brothers?"

"The captain said he didn't know and didn't dare to ask the branch captain. We guessed it was an order from Deputy Director Zhang. Maybe the branch captain doesn't know either."

"I've only met this Deputy Director Zhang once. He gives me the impression that he doesn't show his emotions. The branch captain speaks cautiously in front of him and doesn't even dare to breathe loudly."

As the voices spoke, the two walked inside, and the voices gradually faded away, while Zhou Zhiyuan stood still in place.

After a while, the flashlight beam reappeared. Zhou Zhiyuan looked down and saw a burly figure in the shadows walking downstairs.

Five minutes later, Zhou Zhiyuan slowly stepped forward, walking down the stairs step by step, coming to the lobby on the first floor. He leaned against the corner of the wall and observed for a while, then walked through the empty lobby to the outside, quickly left along the road, walked to a secluded place, pushed out his bicycle, jumped on it, and sped away.

At this time, Han Xue was sitting at her desk, seriously pondering the information Li Bo had provided her.

Hearing the name Hu Biao, she had a strange feeling. Zhou Zhiyuan beat Hu Biao, but the Criminal Investigation Detachment received an order to monitor Hu Biao. There was a hidden coincidence in this.

When this strange feeling arose, Han Xue had to carefully consider the matter, "Is there any necessary connection here?"

Reason told her that there was no necessary connection between the two, but this strange feeling lingered. Zhou Zhiyuan seemed to be related to this matter.

Thinking about it from another perspective, Li Bo's words were the reason she had this strange feeling, "Some people speculate that Deputy Director Zhang was transferred from the military..."

This sentence reminded her, so she raised the question, "Did Zhou Zhiyuan and Deputy Director Zhang come from the same military unit?"

This possibility definitely existed. Deputy Director Zhang probably didn't know Hu Biao. Zhou Zhiyuan told him.

Thinking of this, Han Xue's heart stirred, and she couldn't help but speculate, "Is Hu Biao a spy?"

Then she denied it, "They wouldn't dispatch the Criminal Investigation Detachment to monitor him."

Compared with the criminal police's responsibility for individual criminal investigation work, counter-espionage work is a net. When weaving this net, the主管leader will not allow the Criminal Investigation Detachment to intervene.

And crime prevention has nothing to do with the Criminal Investigation Detachment. That's the police station's business.

Given this nature of work, a certain situation would not occur.

Zhou Zhiyuan said: "I think the Hu Feng and Hu Biao brothers have the potential to commit crimes."

Deputy Director Zhang replied: "I will send the Criminal Investigation Detachment to monitor them."

It would be absurd if this situation occurred. No matter how good the relationship between Zhou Zhiyuan and Deputy Director Zhang was, it was impossible.

Then there is only one possibility: Zhou Zhiyuan did discover something, and Deputy Director Zhang recognized his discovery, so Li Bo went to monitor the brothers.

After making this deduction, Han Xue had to think about what to do. After careful consideration, she came to a conclusion, "Keep a close eye on him."

Zhou Zhiyuan was active right under her nose. She would keep a close eye on him during the day, and the evening affairs would be handed over to He Yushui. She worked the night shift and could also inquire about Zhou Zhiyuan's whereabouts. Her silly brother should know if this guy was at home.

After coming up with a solution, Han Xue tightened her five fingers into a fist, as if Zhou Zhiyuan was in the palm of her hand being pinched.

At this time, Zhou Zhiyuan's nose itched and he sneezed, then muttered, "Who is thinking about me?" He was very superstitious about his reactions. He rarely sneezed, and if he did, someone must be thinking about him.

With this thought in mind, he drove into Ping'an Hutong. Seeing the light spilling out, he pedaled twice and, as he rushed past, he heard Zhao Ping shout, "Zhiyuan, phone call."

Zhao Ping was dedicated enough, staring out the window. Seeing Zhou Zhiyuan's figure, he immediately rushed out, shouting at the top of his lungs. Zhou Zhiyuan could only swing the front of the bike around, stop the bike, and prop up one leg, asking in surprise, "You knew I'd be back at this time?"

"It's not that magical..." Zhao Ping smiled, "He asked you to call him back. It's your comrade-in-arms, said you know his home phone number."

Hearing Zhao Ping's words, he knew that Shen Lanbo was thinking about him. Helplessly, he got off the bike and walked into the small store, dialed the number, and soon heard Shen Lanbo's heavy voice, "Why are you calling so late? Where did you go?"

Zhou Zhiyuan first let out a long sigh, then said, "I thought and thought, but I have no way. I have no choice but to say sorry."

Hearing his reply, Shen Lanbo on the other end opened his mouth and then closed it. He didn't believe Zhou Zhiyuan's explanation, but then he remembered that it was a paging phone, and some words couldn't be said.

So he changed the subject, "Tonight's matter was a misunderstanding. Lan Yin didn't expect everyone's reaction to be so strong. She was embarrassed for a while and wanted to leave as soon as possible, but after walking out of the hospital gate, she waited and waited but didn't see you. You must be responsible for the resulting adverse effects."

Hearing him put the blame on himself, Zhou Zhiyuan shouted, "Are you stupid or are you deliberately trying to frame me?"

Shen Lanbo replied in a deep voice, "Let me tell you, if anything happens to Lan Yin because of this, I will hold you accountable."

"I tried my best." Zhou Zhiyuan shouted, then said, "I think Dr. Hao is pretty good."

"You want him to betray my dad?"

Shen Lanbo roared in a low voice, then said, "A week ago, my dad was talking about you, and a week later it changed to Hao Zhiwen. What do you think the result will be?"

"He may not be paying attention to this matter."

"He may not be paying attention, but his wife's attention is fatal."

They each said a sentence and then fell silent. After a while, Shen Lanbo said, "There's something you don't know. That lady often comes to the military hospital for physical examinations. She'll know everything with just a few questions. Do you think she won't ask?"

Zhou Zhiyuan didn't dare to think so. After thinking for a while, he could only helplessly say, "But I really have no way."

"I have a way..." Shen Lanbo was waiting for his words, and immediately gave him an idea, "You two have a little quarrel tonight. This is a normal phenomenon. You go to the hospital tomorrow and publicly admit your mistake. Lan Yin will forgive you immediately, and then you two will be reconciled."

This idea made Zhou Zhiyuan feel terrible, and he immediately retorted, "Why me?"

Shen Lanbo immediately followed suit and replied briskly, "Lan Yin will go to the street office tomorrow to admit her mistake to you."

At this time, Shen Lanyin's shout came from the stairwell: "Why me?"

Shen Lanbo turned his face and glared at Shen Lanyin, hearing Zhou Zhiyuan say weakly, "Okay, I'll try my best, but don't blame me if I can't do it."

Zhou Zhiyuan admitted it, and Shen Lanbo smiled, "Don't worry, you have many tricks. You won't stop until you've completed all 108 moves. You've only made the first move. There are still 107 moves to be used. As long as you try your best, there's nothing you can't do."

"I have no confidence, let's end the call."

Zhou Zhiyuan put down the phone and looked at Zhao Ping. He heard Zhou Zhiyuan's words as if they were heavenly scriptures, not understanding a single sentence.

And Zhou Zhiyuan didn't want to explain to him either, saying weakly, "Uncle Zhao, this matter involves a little secret of my comrade-in-arms, so I won't tell you."

After saying these words, he walked out of the small store with his head drooping. He looked like he had been beaten and lost his armor, with his back hunched and his shoulders drooping. His desolate back should have earned sympathy.