pjbooks Chapter 92 It's difficult, everything is difficult!
Chapter 92 It's difficult, everything is difficult!
"It's been half a month. Do you know how I've gotten through this half month...?" Perhaps thinking of the grievances she had suffered in the past half month, Lü Cuicui squatted down and started crying as she spoke.
Zhou Yang touched himself and realized that he didn't even have any pockets, so he could only stand awkwardly to the side.
After a few moments, Lü Cuicui wiped her face and said, "I've called the police, more than once!"
Zhou Yang thought to himself, "As expected," but there was nothing he could do. In this situation, neither administrative detention nor fines would apply. He guessed that when the police came, they would just criticize and educate the guardian and eventually tell them to keep a close watch on the child.
If all else fails, instruct the local police to increase patrols, and finally notify the community for oversight.
What Lü Cuicui said next perfectly confirmed Zhou Yang's guess.
"Young man, I could tell you were a good person last time. If I hadn't had no other choice, I wouldn't have been blocking you here. I'm really sorry!" Lu Cuicui said, tears streaming down her face.
I knew it!
Zhou Yang thought to himself, "Good heavens, this guy is hiding here specifically to guard me."
"Auntie, our police system also has branches. In your case, it's not under our jurisdiction; it falls under the jurisdiction of the local police station's security police..." Zhou Yang explained patiently.
"Okay, thank you, I won't keep you any longer, young man!" After hearing this, Lü Cuicui smiled calmly and prepared to leave.
Zhou Yang watched as the other person turned and left, looking utterly dejected.
Despite having lived two lives, and despite his frequent saying that people with strong empathy can't be criminal investigators, he still spoke up and stopped the other person.
...As Zhou Yang spoke, the excitement on Lü Cuicui's face grew stronger.
"I remember! I remember!" Lü Cuicui said excitedly, "I'll go back and record the frequency of the knocking, and try to find out if there are guests at home at that time so they can testify. I'll clearly explain to the police that I've been harassed multiple times and my personal safety has been threatened, and try to find other victims in the same building..."
"Thank you, thank you, young man, you're a good policeman!" Seeing that Zhou Yang had already walked quite a distance, Lü Cuicui hurriedly bowed to him to express her gratitude.
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When Lü Cuicui returned home, it was almost noon, with two workers carrying a gleaming stainless steel gate behind her.
"What are you doing?" Her man watched as the other woman dismantled the security door and replaced it with a lightweight stainless steel one.
"It used to be so heavy and of such good quality, but you made this hollow one that's so noisy..." The man flicked his two fingers, and a loud sound rang out.
"What do you know?" Lü Cuicui rolled her eyes at the other person. "What I want is for it to be of poor quality, for it to be hollow and noisy!"
"Don't join in the fun!" Lü Cuicui walked over with a notebook, scribbling something on it: "What's the date today?"
"July 15th, what's wrong?" the man said, turning his head to point at the newly replaced front door, looking dissatisfied.
"15 already?" She suddenly realized, her voice urgent. "Go and invite our sixth uncle, third aunt, and eldest son-in-law over. I'm treating them to dinner today!"
......
Zhou Yang was naturally unaware of Lü Cuicui's actions at that moment; if he had known, he would have given her a thumbs up.
Although he is also a police officer, there are some things that cannot be said outright and can only be hinted at indirectly.
After all, the principle for such police incidents is to control the situation, reduce harm, and stop harassment.
However, this approach is often seen by the public as a compromise or muddling through.
It's difficult; everything is difficult.
This is also Master Liu's truest thought.
He was following behind an old man wearing shorts and fanning himself with a palm leaf fan. His white shirt was soaked through, and his dark face was tanned red by the sun.
"Look, there it is! I don't know which idiot threw all sorts of things in there!" The old man stopped and pointed to a manhole in front of him with his palm-leaf fan.
"Alright, you go find a cool place first, I'll be done in a bit!" Master Liu agreed, but after taking a couple of steps forward, his brows furrowed.
Having worked in this line of work for so many years, he should have smelled all sorts of smells, but this time the smell still taught him a lesson. But there was nothing he could do; that's what he does.
Master Liu pulled off the towel from his wrist, wrapped it around his nose, and placed the jingling grass-green canvas bag on his back beside him.
He pulled out a professional tool from his bag and pulled hard on a common sewage well, almost losing his grip.
At first, he thought he hadn't controlled the force well, or that it was the wrong way he was holding it, but the second time, Mr. Liu knew that there was something wrong with the manhole cover.
He endured the nauseating smell, brought his face close to the manhole cover, and then took out half a tattered cloth from his bag to fan away the fallen leaves and dust next to the manhole cover.
"You've saved yourself the trouble!" Master Liu cursed under his breath.
After what he had just done, he saw that several wedges had been driven into the round manhole cover, which explained why it couldn't be pulled.
Just think about it, and you can imagine the underhanded tactics my city colleagues used to prevent theft.
Mr. Liu, grumbling, pulled two pry bars from his bag, secured them, and then took out a thicker steel bar. After a lot of clanging and banging, he finally managed to pry the manhole cover up a little.
Before the relaxed look on his face had faded, a foul odor of dead rats mixed with rotten eggs suddenly wafted out, and Mr. Liu's eyes immediately became sore and swollen.
As luck would have it, the towel slipped from his nose to his neck, and the scent immediately entered his nostrils.
vomit......
vomit......
The food I ate before leaving home this morning just sprayed out, looking so fresh and delicious.
Master Liu's first feeling was humiliation. It was so damn humiliating. He had been doing this for so many years and was well-known in the area. How was he going to do it now that he had been so embarrassed?
Fortunately, when he turned his head, the old man in the white vest was gone.
Thank goodness, thank goodness, if no one saw it, nothing happened.
He suppressed his discomfort, covered the vomit on the ground with his foot, and then used all his strength to slowly move the manhole cover away.
A heavy scraping sound rang out, revealing a dark, gaping hole.
A smell several times stronger than before wafted out, seemingly penetrating the towel and rushing straight to the brain.
Mr. Liu tried to hold on a little longer, but he quickly gave in and ran to the roadside to vomit violently.
After a dozen or so breaths, Mr. Liu finally stood up, albeit shakily.
Perhaps I'm getting too old and this job isn't right for me anymore; my appetite has become so small.
But thinking about his son who is about to get married, he felt that he could work for another ten years or so.
Reaching his small canvas bag, he took out a miner's lamp and shone it into the dark cave entrance.
pat...
The miner's lamp fell to the ground.
Master Liu looked horrified, squatted down by the well, and then retreated a distance using both his hands and feet, his whole body shaking uncontrollably like a sieve.
...In the dark mud at the bottom of the well, half of a gray-white skeleton was stuck diagonally.
The skull lay face up, its two empty eye sockets sunken in shadow, facing the small patch of pale light emanating from Master Liu's miner's lamp.