Wang Ling got off the bus and returned to Xiong'er Village, an urban village in the mall.
He felt much better than at his hometown.
Full set download He hopes that when he comes back this time, he can start work smoothly and realize his dream of becoming a police officer.
You can't blame the government if you have a hard life, and you can't blame society if you feel bad.
Thinking of his experience of coming back from the dead in the past six months, Wang Ling still felt sad.
As the saying goes, "If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later."
Although Wang Ling still feels uncomfortable, it does not affect his confidence in the future.
Six months ago, Wang Ling graduated from the Shangcheng Police Academy and went to the Shangcheng Zijing District Criminal Investigation Brigade as an intern.
At the scene of a murder, when Wang Ling was responsible for maintaining order outside, he discovered that there was a very suspicious person in the crowd of onlookers.
Ordinarily, after committing a crime, the criminal would try to stay as far away from the murder scene as possible, hoping to escape as far away as possible.
However, there are exceptions.
When Wang Ling was studying case studies at university, he once heard a professor talk about such a case.
Therefore, the first time Wang Ling saw that person, he felt that the person was very suspicious based on his intuition.
Wang Linggang wanted to go up and ask, but the suspicious person turned around and left without giving him a chance.
This made the man even more suspicious.
Wang Ling ignored the explanations and greetings to other police colleagues, pushed aside the crowd, and rushed forward.
However, the suspicious person seemed to be very familiar with the surrounding roads.
He turned left and right and disappeared into the small alley after a while.
With his passion, Wang Ling pursued him until he reached a dead end in the innermost alley.
Wang Ling turned the corner and stepped into the dead end.
Looking at the dead end and no one inside, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.
"What a cunning guy," Wang Ling thought at that time, "I'll catch you sooner or later, damn it."
Bang "ah" Wang Ling cursed and was about to turn around when he suddenly got hit on the head by a brick.
When Wang Ling woke up, he had been unconscious in bed for six days.
Whether it was because he was a trainee police officer or because he was attacked near the murder scene, he received full treatment.
On the seventh day, he woke up.
Although the past memories are still there, because the suspect's face has never been seen clearly, it cannot provide any useful clues for solving the case.
Later, he kept having headaches.
After a brain CT scan, it was determined that there was damage in the skull cavity, and there was a three-millimeter blood clot compressing the nerves in the brain, so he would have headaches from time to time.
Because surgery is highly risky, the doctor recommends observing the patient for a period of time in the hope that the blood clots will slowly disappear; if that doesn't work, they may consider surgery at that time.
One month after being hospitalized, although the blood clot was still in his brain, the pain slowly disappeared and his mental state improved.
After being discharged from the hospital, he was sent back to his hometown to recuperate for half a year.
During the past six months, whenever he had nothing to do, he would close his eyes and imagine the suspicious person attacking the back of his head near the crime scene.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was very familiar with that guy, and he had the illusion that one day, sooner or later, he would personally arrest that guy.
Now that he has returned to the mall, he feels that this day is not far away Wang Ling was born in a rural area with a poor family.
It was very difficult for his parents to support him through college.
Therefore, after he graduated, his family had no extra money to support him.
Since Wang Ling started working as an intern after graduating six months ago, he rented a small standard room on the roof of a tube building in Xiongerzhai Village, an urban village not far from the Criminal Police Brigade.
He liked that small house very much.
After dinner, he could stand by the parapet on the top floor alone and overlook the lights of thousands of houses.
At that time, he would feel like a great defender of the people.
That feeling made him proud.
After he was injured, he was hospitalized, treated, discharged, and returned to his hometown to recuperate.
He didn't even have time to clean up the rented house before leaving.
He didn't know if the landlord would keep that house for him.
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Wang Ling walked along South 1st Street of Xiong'er Village towards the Tongzi Building with the house number 44 of the rental house.
It was already dusk.
Wang Ling walked into the door, relying on the faint blue skylight projected from the patio, and walked towards the corner of the first floor where the landlord was.
However, as soon as he reached the middle of the yard, Wang Ling's brain suddenly felt pain, as if a needle had pricked his brain.
"Ah" Wang Ling couldn't help but hold his head in his hands and screamed in pain.
Then, the pain passed like lightning, and Wang Ling let go of his head with both hands, raised his legs and continued to move forward.
"Hehehehehehehehe" Suddenly, a burst of distant laughter came from the shadows in the corner.
Wang Ling was startled and stopped immediately.
He felt a cold night wind blowing from behind his back, which made him tremble all over in the summer.
Wang Ling could clearly hear the laughter of a child, and it seemed to be coming from the corner, but the laughter seemed so far away, as if it was coming from an underground cave.
Wang Ling didn't believe in evil.
Although he was a little flustered, he slowly turned his head.
There was nothing in the corner, only a few nailgrass and morning glories that the landlady often played with in the flower pond were trembling in the night air, and the rest was just a dark field.
Wang Ling took a long breath and wanted to turn around and continue moving forward.
"Hehehehehe" Suddenly, the laughter became clearer.
Wang Ling had to look back again, and suddenly took a breath of air.
He saw the flower stand shaking, and two small hands protruding from it.
Wang Ling was trembling all over, his brows were furrowed tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared unblinkingly at the two delicate little hands stretched out from under the moving flower stand.
"Who?"
Wang Ling shouted coldly, his voice not very loud, but sonorous and powerful.
He is emboldening himself.
"Hehehehehe" The laughter came from far away, and the two little hands seemed to be pulled out of the soil, followed by a little head, and soon the whole person crawled out, climbed to the outside of the flower pond, and stood still.
Wang Ling finally felt relieved and said with a smile: "So it's you, little brat, Xiaoqiang.
Where are you hiding and what are you doing?
Look at the mud you're covered in."
The child called Xiaoqiang didn't answer, he just looked at him and smiled.
Wang Ling recognized that this child was the son of Feng Huo, who rented the only small front room of the landlord's house outside the gate to collect scrap, and his silly daughter-in-law Licorice.
His name was Feng Xiaoqiang.
Feng Xiaoqiang is only four years old and very smart.
When he lived here before, he would see Xiaoqiang and Liu Xiaobao, the grandson of the old landlady with cerebral palsy, playing at the entrance of the courtyard almost every day.
It's just that Feng Huo neglected to take care of such a good son and became more and more serious.
He even crawled under the flower shelf to hide and seek.
Wang Ling didn't take it seriously and just sneered: "It's getting dark, go back to your mother quickly."
"Who is talking?"
Suddenly, with a creak, the door of the landlord's house opened, and the landlady's thin body stood upright at the door.
When Wang Ling saw the old lady of the landlady, he hurriedly smiled and said: "Old lady, it's me.
I'm back."
I don’t know if the old landlady understood who he was, but she saw her twinkling eyes and yelled at him: “It’s so dark, who are you talking to there?”
"Xiao Qiang, look at that kid like a little devil, covered in mud," Wang Ling said with a smile.
"Ah" the old landlady was startled, murmured, took two steps forward, looked towards the corner, and said seriously, "Nonsense, there's no one here."
"How could it not be that?"
Wang Ling smiled and pointed towards the corner of the wall, then turned his head and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
There were only dark flower ponds and flower stands, and there was no one else there: