Wang Ling recognized that this child was the son of Feng Huo, who rented the only small-fronted 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 dishonest.
He even crawled under the flower shelf to hide and seek.
Wang Ling didn't take it seriously, and just joked casually: "It's dark, Xiaoqiang, your mother asked you to go home for dinner."
"Who's talking there?"
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 two little eyes flashing and shouted: "It's dark, who are you talking to over there?"
"Xiao Qiang, look at that kid like a little devil, covered in mud," Wang Ling said with a smile.
"Ah" the old lady of the landlady was shocked, murmured, took two steps forward, boldly looked at the corner carefully, and immediately said seriously, "Nonsense, there is no one there" "How could it not be that?"
Wang Ling smiled and pointed towards the corner, then turned his head and couldn't help but take a breath of air.
There were only dark flower ponds and flower stands, and no one else there.
The landlady, Mrs.
Du, had a frightened look on her face, her face was dark purple, she rolled her little eyes, looked at the corner carefully again, and scolded him angrily for his nonsense.
Wang Ling frowned and was speechless, speechless.
It was midnight and the light was dim.
There were no lights in this tube building, it was almost night.
"Could it be that I saw it wrong?"
Wang Ling wondered secretly, "But, it was clear just now" "Where did you come from, you bastard?
You're so good at scaring people when it's dark?"
Mrs.
Du said with a sullen look on her face.
"Aunt Du, it's me, Xiao Ling, don't you recognize it?"
Seeing Old Mrs.
Du scolding him, Wang Ling came back to his senses and replied pretending to be very relaxed.
"What's the matter?
Uh, you're the trainee policeman on the roof.
How did you get here?
I heard you're not."
Mrs.
Du frowned and looked at him, inexplicably panicked.
Wang Ling was very happy to see that she remembered, and explained: "Aunt Du, I was injured when I was on a mission some time ago.
I'm fine now, so I'm back and ready to go to work.
Ah, by the way , Aunt Du, do you still have that room of mine?”
"Oh, this."
Old Mrs.
Du was startled, and glanced back at the door of her room with a troubled look on her face, "Little Lingzi, what are you talking about?
Our place is always full, you We haven’t been back for so long, what can we do?”
Before Mrs.
Du could finish her words, the door behind Mrs.
Du opened with a creak.
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Wang Ling recognized it at a glance.
Mrs.
Du's son, Liu Shan, came out.
Liu Shan saw Wang Ling at a glance and seemed to be happy.
He came up to greet him: "Hey, isn't this a young and promising policeman?
Hey, you've never come back.
I thought you were fine.
Hehe, this You didn’t come back here to investigate a case, right?”
"Brother Shan, you are really good at joking.
I can't find you here even if I'm investigating the case."
Wang Ling said with a smile, "Didn't I get injured some time ago?
Now I'm all healed and ready to come back to work.
This is not I am used to living in the house I rented here, so I will come back to you as soon as I come back.
If the house I lived in before is still vacant, I will continue to rent it.”
"Empty, empty," Liu Shan responded as if he was panicking, "Hey, I knew you wouldn't leave without saying goodbye, so I didn't let anyone come and kept it for you.
Ah, that's right, that's right, In order to prevent your things from being lost, I have organized them for you.
Mom, where are Police Officer Wang’s things?”
"Isn't that in the small warehouse?"
Mrs.
Du seemed a little unhappy, she said casually, turned around and went into the house.
Liu Shan turned around and entered the house, took the key, and when he came out, he first led him to get his bedding and a small bag of sundries from the warehouse on the first floor, and then went upstairs.
From the first floor to the sixth floor, Liu Shan was very enthusiastic as if he were taking care of a relative.
Not only did he help him carry the bedding, but he also chatted with him and asked questions.
The top floor is basically the same as before, with a flat open space in the middle and three rooms on each of the east, north and west sides.
There is a staircase near the southwest corner that leads to the roof.
The roof of the building seemed a little dark now.
Except for a room on the east side that was lit, the rest of the rooms were dark and there was no one there at first glance.
This is not what Wang Ling remembered.
In Wang Ling's memory, at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, most of the tenants in those houses had already gotten off work, and most of the rooms should have lights on.
However, the silence in front of me made people feel a little panicked.
"Why haven't the residents on the rooftop gotten off work yet?"
Wang Ling asked casually.
At the same time, he felt that the atmosphere on the rooftop was dead and a little depressing.
"No, hey, it's too late, it's too late."
Liu Shan smiled perfunctorily, took two hurried steps, and opened the door to the room on the west side where he used to live.
There was a whirring sound, and the door opened.
Liu Shan reached out and turned on the light switch behind the door.
There was a hissing sound, and the twenty-watt light bulb flickered on and off, and finally turned on reluctantly, but the dim light made everything in the room feel unreal.
"Well, there's a bit of bad contact, hehe."
Liu Shan smiled sheepishly, "I'll fix it for you when I come over tomorrow."
"Thank you very much."
Wang Ling said hurriedly, "It's late today.
I'll wait until I report to work tomorrow and come back to renew your rent.
Do you think that's okay?"
"You're welcome, you're welcome.
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Please rest early.
I'll leave first."
Liu Shan put the quilt on the bed, turned around and left.
Wang Ling looked at the mottled walls around him and didn't feel that there was any hardship in this dilapidated place.
After all, this was his own little nest.
Having such a nest in this big city made him feel at ease.
Wang Ling glanced around and found that the furnishings in the room had been moved.
Apparently someone had lived here not long ago.
After all, I blamed him, and I didn’t even have time to say anything to others when I left.
When Liu Shan came back this time, he received him so warmly, which was pretty good.
How can he complain about renting the house to others?
It's just strange.
Since it has been rented to others, it is obviously not reserved for himself as Liu Shan said.
He also said that there are so many people living here, so why doesn’t his house continue to be rented to others: