Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 393 - 392: Thought for Four Years... Didn’t Figure It Out

Chapter 393: Chapter 392: Thought for Four Years... Didn’t Figure It Out

Cao Dayue of course couldn’t outrun the physically superior Public Security officers.

Just that capturing her wasn’t an easy task—

Whenever they got a tad closer, Cao Dayue would scream out "Pervert!".

For a moment, the male officers had no idea what to do and could only surround Cao Dayue, preventing her from continuing to run.

Su Yuncheng had also caught up by now, seeing them circle around without laying hands on her, he frowned: "Why aren’t you apprehending her?"

Xiao Li scratched his head in embarrassment: "Brother Cheng, she’s after all a..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Su Yuncheng stepped forward, grabbed the back collar of Cao Dayue, and pressed her directly into the snowdrift.

Everyone: "..."

Su Yuncheng: "Tie her up."

To prevent Cao Dayue from running away again, Feng Wei handcuffed his own wrist to hers.

Like a steady anchor, Earthquake Feng remained immovable no matter how much Cao Dayue struggled.

Xiao Li saw the big lump forming on Cao Dayue’s forehead and whispered to Feng Wei: "Brother Feng, how could Brother Yuncheng be so ruthless?"

He could swear on Red Star that, at that moment, Brother Yuncheng didn’t hesitate at all and just pressed the lady officer’s head right into the snowy ground without even avoiding the stones!

Feng Wei, with a cigarette in his mouth and in the posture of a veteran, quipped: "You haven’t been with Brother Yuncheng long enough to understand him—aside from Sister Lin and Aunt Su, he couldn’t care less about any women."

Xiao Li: "..."

"Do you still think he’s too harsh now?"

"No, not at all!"

Feng Wei, puffing out smoke, caught the look of admiration in Xiao Li’s eyes and suddenly felt the urge to show off his seniority: "Hey, let me tell you, back when the Cultural Troupe came here to perform, their star came to ask Brother Yuncheng which dance he liked, guess how he answered?"

Xiao Li’s eyes were full of curiosity: "What did Brother Yuncheng say?"

"He said, he likes the enemy’s heads dancing in the sky."

Xiao Li: "..."

With a pained grin showing his teeth, Feng Wei clutched his chest in distress: "It’s been four years, I’ve been pondering for four years... I still can’t figure out, what was he thinking back then!"

...

Upon learning that Su Yuncheng brought back sixty-nine suspects, Liu Jianjun was shocked.

He dashed from his office to the doorway and seeing the crowd of nearly seventy people young and old, he stared wide-eyed and asked Xiao Li: "What’s happened? Weren’t you out to catch Cao Manfu? How come you’ve brought back all these people?"

Xiao Li, recalling Cao Manfu’s manner of death, retched again, and covering his stomach said: "Leader, something big happened in the village of Victory Team... Cao Manfu is dead, and many others, all dead."

Liu Jianjun looked at him in astonishment: "What do you mean? How many dead?"

Xiao Li pointed at those sixty-nine people, his fingers trembling: "Apart from these people, everyone, everyone’s dead."

Liu Jianjun rubbed his ears, unable to believe what he’d heard.

He stood rooted to the spot for a long time before shouting out: "Su Yuncheng! Su Yuncheng!"

Su Yuncheng had just finished writing down the detention list, put his pen down and approached Liu Jianjun: "Uncle Liu, let’s talk inside."

Liu Jianjun didn’t move, he asked urgently first: "Are they really all dead?"

"Yep."

Liu Jianjun felt darkness before his eyes and nearly passed out.

No matter the era, a case where seventy to eighty people die overnight is enough to shock the world.

Wong Xiao was in his office, bickering with Lin Nianhe when he received the news; his hands trembled upon hearing it.

Lin Nianhe had come to "borrow" a mimeograph machine, the kind you borrow but may never return in a lifetime.

Although she could afford to buy one, it was controlled through state monopoly, not available for purchase; she had no choice but to seek Wong Xiao.

Lin Nianhe was prepared for the next round of negotiations but saw Wong Xiao’s complexion change.

Being quite considerate, she put aside her own affairs, handed over a cup of water, and asked, "Uncle Wong, what happened?"

Wong Xiao slumped into his chair, his eyes empty. He didn’t take the cup, responding reflexively, "Dead... they’re all dead..."

Lin Nianhe furrowed her brow: "Who’s dead? What happened?"

Wong Xiao murmured to himself, "The village of Victory Team... eighty-three... dead..."

Lin Nianhe was momentarily stunned.

The ominous premonition from last night had ultimately invaded reality.

But Su Yuncheng returned home just fine, and neither Wu Genmao nor Cao Shijian mentioned any disputes in the village. Why did they fight?

Lin Nianhe pondered with a frown, then suddenly remembered the wild boar meat Wu Cao had brought back with them.

Lin Nianhe’s hand shook, and the enamel mug dropped onto the table, spilling water everywhere.

...

"What happened? What exactly happened? What do the survivors say?"

Wong Xiao rushed into the police station, barraging with questions as soon as he entered.

Liu Jianjun greeted him; seeing Lin Nianhe behind Wong Xiao, he had no mood to speak to her, only telling Wong Xiao, "There are a total of sixty-nine survivors, aside from one who’s gone mad. The rest claim they hid in their homes and didn’t dare to go out. But Su Yuncheng said that the stolen grain wasn’t found, so these people..."

Wong Xiao slammed the table hard, swearing vehemently, "Cao Manfu is a damn failure! We just finished the autumn harvest and distributed the grain. How could they start fighting over it?"

Lin Nianhe, though, was interested in something else, "Someone went mad?"

Liu Jianjun nodded, "A woman comrade, said to be from the Cao Family, locked in a wardrobe; she likely knows the whole process."

"Can I speak with her?" asked Lin Nianhe.

Liu Jianjun hesitated a bit.

Wong Xiao, coming to his senses, told Lin Nianhe, "Then you go ask. Old Li always said he wanted to donate you to the station."

Lin Nianhe chose to ignore the latter part, inquired about the location of Cao Dayue’s interrogation room, and quickly walked towards it.

Su Yuncheng was outside the interrogation room listening to Feng Wei reporting the nonsense others had said. Seeing Lin Nianhe approach, he frowned, "Why are you here?"

"I was just going to borrow a mimeograph machine from Uncle Wong. I happened to be there, so I came with him," Lin Nianhe explained, adding, "Uncle Wong and Uncle Liu asked me to talk to that lady."

Su Yuncheng shook his head directly: "She’s emotionally unstable and might hurt people."

"That’s why I came. Some things are better discussed between girls," Lin Nianhe pursed her lips and asked softly, "Brother Yuncheng, did they fight over... the wild boar meat?"

Su Yuncheng’s frown deepened. He raised his hand to ruffle Lin Nianhe’s hair: "Nianhe, this has nothing to do with you. It’s not your fault."

Yesterday, it was Lin Nianhe who had Cao Shijian carry back the wild boar meat to the village of Victory Team to spread the news, hoping to draw out the real culprit.

It was the best plan at the time, one that Su Yuncheng agreed to.

Who could have predicted that the Victory Team would fight over the meat? Who could control it?

Su Yuncheng worried that Lin Nianhe would blame herself, his eyes filled with concern.

Facing his worried look, Lin Nianhe stated bluntly, "Yeah, I don’t think it’s my fault either."