Life in siheyuan era

Han Xue brought him two pieces of news. The first was that Wang Dagang's wife had given birth to a son. Wang Dagang was handing out celebratory sweets at work and had prepared two cartons of cigarettes and a bag of candy specifically for Zhou Zhiyuan.

The second piece of news was that Wan Chunfang was preparing to take action. Teacher Ran Qiuyue was about to marry a friend of the charlatan Zhou Zhiyuan, and that friend was named Shazhu. Just hearing the name, you knew he was quite the character.

Hearing these two pieces of news, Zhou Zhiyuan asked in confusion, "Does Aunt Wan see me as a charlatan?"

"That's right..." Han Xue confirmed. "And a little charlatan, with plenty of room for growth. She wants you to go back as soon as possible to read her fortune."

"No need to read..." Zhou Zhiyuan replied calmly. "It won't be long before Director Han is promoted and becomes Director Wan."

Han Xue stopped and turned to look at him, asking in a deep voice, "My temporary assignment is for half a year, and there are still five months left."

Zhou Zhiyuan still replied indifferently, "Deputy Director Zhang's characteristic is that he will use useful people to death, never stopping until he has squeezed out all their value."

Hearing him mention Zhang Limin's characteristic, Han Xue's eyes lit up, then dimmed instantly, and she said softly, "I'm not considered a useful person. Are you talking about yourself?"

She lacked confidence in herself. As she spoke, she continued to walk upstairs.

Zhou Zhiyuan followed, stepping forward and saying in a low voice, "I forgot to mention his other characteristic. He won't use people he doesn't like, and he doesn't judge heroes by success or failure."

"He only looks at character and ability. Character is mainly reflected in loyalty and filial piety, and ability depends on execution. Subjectively, you have tried your best, but objective factors are beyond your control, so it's not your fault."

Hearing him say this, Han Xue stopped again and said in a low voice, "You still don't want me to investigate independently?"

After saying this, Han Xue once again climbed the stairs, and Zhou Zhiyuan grabbed her arm and said in a low voice, "An order is an order, and it must be carried out."

"Last night's scene showed that the mysterious person is eyeing you covetously. A slight oversight could lead to a big mistake. The Political Commissar has arranged a room for you in the public security dormitory building. You should move over tonight."

Hearing this, Han Xue was furious and stopped again, scolding in a low voice, "You are a villain, actually saying bad things about me in front of the leaders."

Han Xue was truly angry. Zhou Zhiyuan's actions had disrupted her plan.

When she was in police academy, she wanted to become a criminal police officer, but she was assigned to the political department of the branch bureau. After some effort, she got the opportunity for a temporary assignment and wanted to use this opportunity to become a criminal police officer.

She had made up her mind and was willing to pay the price. She could give up the position of promotion in exchange for the opportunity to become a criminal police officer.

That's what she thought, and she also wanted to join forces with the Xingyi Police Station to solve a few cases and demonstrate her ability.

But plans couldn't keep up with changes. Due to Zhou Zhiyuan's recommendation, she was able to catch Zhang Limin's eye, and she was just about to show herself in this case when Zhou Zhiyuan told her to stop the investigation.

Han Xue didn't want to accept this order and wanted to get rid of Zhou Zhiyuan immediately to explain the situation to Zhang Limin. She had the ability to solve this case.

With this thought in mind, she walked into the house and saw Zhou Zhiyuan observing carefully, and asked coldly, "Do you want to go to my room and take a look?"

"Of course, I want to see," Zhou Zhiyuan replied casually.

Han Xue snorted angrily, opened the door and let him walk in, standing in the center of the room and observing carefully.

The layout of this room was quite cozy. A pink sheet was laid on a wooden bed, several books were stacked on the table, and a clay doll stood on the inside, with a small mirror in a pink plastic bracket standing on the other side.

Zhou Zhiyuan glanced at the table, then came to the table and looked at the window. The iron rod of the wooden window latch was firmly inserted into the latch base.

Looking at the latch, Zhou Zhiyuan took out his foot from his slipper, stood on the chair, stepped onto the windowsill, pulled out the latch rod, pushed open the wooden window, and leaned his body out.

This action made Han Xue ask in doubt, "What are you doing?"

"I'll tell you in a while," Zhou Zhiyuan replied, concentrating his eyes on the wall.

Han Xue hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and said eagerly, "Don't let people see you."

Zhou Zhiyuan didn't reply, observed carefully for a while, retracted his body, closed the window, inserted the latch, and replied casually, "I'm repairing the window."

Then he jumped off the table, stepped on the slippers, lifted his foot and put on the slippers, his eyes looking at the wardrobe standing by the door, and then walked over.

Seeing him walking towards the wardrobe, Han Xue hurriedly ran over to stop him, saying with a flushed face, "You can't look."

Zhou Zhiyuan hesitated slightly and immediately reacted, saying in a low voice, "You look for it, you must be careful."

"Look for what?"

"Maybe it's a small ball, maybe it's a small tube, maybe it's a small box, in short, it's something unfamiliar."

Hearing his reply, Han Xue glanced at him suspiciously, and asked in a low voice, "Do you mean someone has been in here?"

"We'll talk about it after we find it."

Zhou Zhiyuan's attitude made Han Xue dissatisfied, and she snorted softly, turned around and walked to the wardrobe, opened the cabinet door, and then turned back and said, "Sit down on the chair."

Han Xue didn't want him to see the underwear in the cabinet, but Zhou Zhiyuan replied solemnly, "Comrade Han Xue, I don't have the hobby of peeping, but for your safety, it's better to be closer."

"What danger will there be? So mysterious."

Han Xue muttered and began to rummage through it. Here were her underwear, trousers, and a small box for saving money.

She first took out the small box, opened it, and saw a passbook and dozens of yuan inside.

She reached out and rummaged through it, but didn't see anything unfamiliar, turned to look at Zhou Zhiyuan, and saw that he had slightly closed his eyes, looking like he was not looking at anything indecent, and suddenly felt the urge to laugh.

So she raised one hand to cover her mouth, and when she turned her face back, her face was full of smiles. She put the small box back into the cabinet and continued to rummage through her clothes. Suddenly, Zhou Zhiyuan opened his eyes and turned his gaze to the bottom of the bed.

He had overlooked one thing: a person could be hidden under the wooden bed.

Thinking of this possibility, he immediately squatted down and lifted the bed sheet, reached out and dragged out a wooden box, and saw a black cloak, and then heard a low exclamation in his ear.

His actions startled Han Xue, who hurriedly ran over and squatted beside him, and couldn't help but let out a low cry when she saw the cloak, then reached out and covered her mouth. She heard a gentle voice in her ear, "Don't be afraid, it's just a cloak."

For some reason, when she heard this voice, her violently beating heart immediately calmed down.

Then she heard the gentle voice again, "With me here, there is nothing to fear."

As he spoke, Zhou Zhiyuan dragged out another wooden box, and then said gently, "I don't know what's under the cloak, you stand at the door."

He told Han Xue to leave, but Han Xue hurriedly said, "I'm not afraid."

Zhou Zhiyuan replied softly, "It's not a matter of being afraid or not, but we can't be together. If something happens, there won't even be anyone to rescue us."

These words reminded Han Xue, and she hurriedly got up and walked to the door, glanced out vigilantly, and turned back to see Zhou Zhiyuan gently dragging out the cloak.

They had a false alarm. There was nothing under the cloak.

Han Xue watched Zhou Zhiyuan gently push the two wooden boxes under the bed, and suddenly understood that this cloak was Zhou Zhiyuan's target. He wanted to find traces of that figure.

He found it, the initial goal was completed. He also went to Han Xue's parents' room to observe, and then came to the living room and sat down.

Han Xue looked at the cloak and asked in a low voice, "Does he want to frame me or..."

She paused, then said, "Don't think about letting me move to the dormitory. My parents can't leave."

This reason was strong enough, but Zhou Zhiyuan turned a deaf ear.

Seeing that he was thinking, Han Xue said again, "Did you hear me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Zhou Zhiyuan looking at her, and heard him say in a low voice, "That figure didn't want to frame you. He lay under your bed until dawn, then took off his cloak and left your house from the front door, and will come to pick up this cloak tonight."

Zhou Zhiyuan's statement had the intention of intimidation. Han Xue reached into her bag and felt the pistol, then said coldly, "I will take him down on the spot."

Han Xue's face showed a firm look, and Zhou Zhiyuan looked at her arm, then looked at her oval face, sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "Then let's take the next step."

This step was within his plan, but at this time he had to show a helpless look. He had to take this step because of Han Xue's safety.