Chapter 66 Alma Mater
Li Dusheng arrived at the nightclub at eight forty.
By this time, Xiaolang had finished a bottle of wine. As a nightclub that mainly deals in escorting, it goes without saying that the store manager has a drinking capacity. After a bottle of wine, he was still awake and chatting and laughing.
There was a bear hidden in Li Dusheng's eyes. When he opened the door and came in, everyone's eyes unconsciously raised their gazes.
He was just too oppressive.
"Sorry, I'm a little late."
He nodded politely at Xu Yiqing, and then looked at Du Yu sitting on the sofa.
Du Yu also turned to look at him.
The two people's eyes were somewhat tit for tat.
Just like the relationship they have always represented behind each other, they are as incompatible as each other.
Although there was a huge difference between the two in terms of body shape, Du Yu's sharp gaze could even outshine Li Dusheng's.
As he grows older and has more and more horses, Li Dusheng is no longer the red stick who can chop down a street with two machetes in the port city. He loses his original intention and has more worries;
And Li Dusheng, no matter how many injuries he suffered from catching suspects and the number of white hairs on his head, he always had the passion and justice that a criminal police officer should have in his heart.
The two looked at each other, neither of them willing to speak first.
But for the first time, Li Dusheng actually reached out his hand first: "Sir Du, I haven't seen you for a while."
Du Yu was surprised. This was the first time since Li Dusheng had been arguing with him for so long that the other party had to get off the stairs first.
"It's true that there are some days, but you've been quite at peace lately."
The past six months were the period when Du Yu received the fewest reports about Li Dusheng's nightclub. It was not that Li Dusheng continued to bully others with more sophisticated methods, but that he had indeed restrained himself.
Li Dusheng said: "I just want to wait a few years before Dr. Xu spends money on incense for me."
He made a joke, a joke that only he and Xu Yiqing knew.
Because Xu Yiqing once told him at Li Yueyue's funeral that he did not want to see Li Dusheng's body on the autopsy table in the future.
Li Dusheng lamented that after his death, no one else would know, but Xu Yiqing would definitely burn incense at his funeral.
Du Yu couldn't understand, but he could also feel Li Dusheng's recent restraint.
Li Dusheng wants to clear his name and follow the example of Fumei Group to have a reliable identity in Jiangcheng. Otherwise, sooner or later, there will be no place for him in this world.
"What you do in the future cannot erase what you did in the past." Du Yu said: "I will definitely find evidence for the crimes you have committed and take you to court."
Li Dusheng said in a calm tone: "Wait for the good news, Sir Du. My sister is buried here, and I will die here, and I won't run away."
After saying this, he started to deal with business and later made an appointment with several local business owners in Jiangcheng for dinner.
Li Dusheng looked at the table where several people were sitting around.
Xu Yiqing and Song Lang each had an empty wine glass in front of them, with crystal drops of water hanging on the inner wall of the wine glass.
Then he realized Song Lang's choice.
"Xiaolang, I've heard the story on the phone. What do you want to choose?"
"Boss, I'd better go to the police station for two days."
Xiaolang said: "I'll squat for two days, and the store can still be watched by others. Let the police stay in the store, and the store will be corrupted in less than a week."
Zhou Shi, who had been silent, explained: "It's not like you're locked up in the police station, it's just that you will be safer if the police protect you."
Du Yu looked at his watch: "It's getting late. Since the decision has been made, Song Lang, you can go back with us. Don't worry, I won't ask you anything else. Your personal freedom will not be restricted. You will be responsible for food and housing."
Xiaolang stood up and joked with a smile: "This is the first time I've been in a police car without handcuffs."
Several people left the nightclub one after another, and the early summer evening breeze was very cool.
Li Dusheng watched Xiaolang get into the police car, and then whispered to Xu Yiqing: "Doctor Xu, I know Xiaolang's temperament. He will not be willing to trust the police, so I think he chose to believe you."
Xu Yiqing nodded: "Yes."
Li Dusheng smiled: "It's true, Doctor Xu, your pure character and equal attitude towards everyone will bring you good popularity." Xu Yiqing also got in the car, but when she closed the car door, she was thinking, Are you really popular?
So why would a stranger whom he had never met decide to take his own life?
And...
Have you really never met the [Cleaner] before?
Xu Yiqing had begun to doubt his memory before, but he never thought about it deeply. But medical common sense told him that people who have not undergone surgery, injured their brains, or suffered severe mood swings do not think they will lose their memory.
It is even less likely that the memory can be tampered with.
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The police car quickly returned to the criminal police brigade. After Xiaolang got out of the car, he looked at the brightly lit brigade building and felt quite emotional.
"I'm here now, can you tell me why your police concluded that someone wants to kill me?"
Xu Yiqing and Du Yu looked at each other, and Du Yu waved: "Come with me, and I will show you."
Xiaolang followed Du Yu into the building, "Besides, I'm a little hungry. You said you're in charge of the food."
Du Yu said to the police: "Go to the canteen and get him a rice bowl... What do you want to eat?"
Little Wolf said: "It doesn't matter, just fill my stomach. I only pursue wine."
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The group of people arrived outside the door of the interrogation room. The police couldn't remember how many times they had brought the mentally ill person here from the cubicle.
Xiaolang stood in the room with his arms folded on his chest, sizing up the environment, wondering if he might be held captive here one day?
Then he looked at the mentally ill suspect who must be staring at him.
The suspect's eyes were confused for a while, and then turned into vicious resentment.
Xiaolang frowned, he didn't like this look.
Anyone who stares at him with this look will make trouble behind his back, and he is the kind of gutter rat that won’t stop fighting.
Du Yu asked: "Do you know him?"
Xiaolang tried hard to remember, then shook his head: "I don't know."
"You...you don't...remember...me." After hearing Song Lang's words, the suspect twitched his teeth, stuttered, and made an uncomfortable grinding sound: "I remember...you!!"
"Have I ever offended you?" Xiaolang was puzzled.
The suspect, however, kept silent and didn't say a word. He just lowered his head and stared at him from the shadows with his vicious eyes.
After leaving the interrogation room, Xiaolang asked: "Isn't this the person who wants my life?"
Xu Yiqing said: "Half right."
Du Yu asked: "How did you tell that we really knew each other?"
Xiaolang shook his head: "You can see from his eyes that either we have a grudge or he is seriously ill."
Zhou Shi thought for a while and spread her hands: "Maybe I have both."
Xiaolang asked: "He wants to kill me, and you brought me to the police station. What do you mean?"
Du Yu said: "There are other people who do it, and it is very difficult."
Then Du Yu asked Song Lang some basic questions, such as his family's place of origin, recent interpersonal relationships and enemies, and most importantly, his relationship with the principal of No. 4 Middle School.
Unexpectedly, this question didn't matter, the task force got a very important clue!
Xiaolang said: "If I remember correctly, the principal of No. 4 Middle School should be Lao Liu now. I am used to calling him Lao Niu."
Zhou Shi asked: "Do you know the principal of No. 4 Middle School?"
Xiaolang said: "Not only do we know each other, he used to be my class teacher and also the head teacher of our grade. My dad even gave him a gift. We found a hotel for dinner and I toasted him."
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Song Lang graduated from Jiangcheng No. 4 Middle School, and the principal of the No. 4 Middle School who had his neck wiped was his teacher!
(End of chapter)