Chapter 814: Solo Operative

Two policemen entered, one strikingly handsome, his demeanor serious.

He presented a printed photo. “Have you seen this person?”

Kaowei and Mrs. Zhang glanced and shook their heads. The officer thanked them and knocked on the neighboring door. Kaowei approached, saying, “This is my place.”

“Just you live here?”

“Yes, just me.”

The officer glanced at the wall. “Rent out the attic, anyone renting?”

“No… no one.”

“Let me have a look.” His tone brooked no refusal.

Kaowei felt uneasy, thinking, “Wounded guy, good luck to you; it really isn’t me betraying you.”

The officer ascended the wooden stairs to the second floor, peered around, then returned without a word, bidding farewell.

Outside, he conversed with his partner—

“Captain Song wouldn’t come here.”

“Don’t call him Captain Song! He’s a fugitive!”

“Qiu Pu, the captain usually spoils you…”

“Business is business!” The handsome officer’s eyes reddened. “Police can’t play favorites!”

“Sigh, why does this kind of thing happen!”

Leaving, they affixed a wanted notice on Kaowei’s neighbor’s utility pole. After they departed, residents gathered, discussing animatedly, examining the pole. Someone said, “So much reward money? If I see him, that’d be great.”

“Are you daydreaming? It’s harder than winning the lottery.”

Mrs. Zhang said, “The detective captain, he must usually live grandly, rich and powerful, serves him right, retribution, haha!”

Mrs. Zhang didn’t hate police; whenever she saw news of wealthy people in trouble, she’d delight in it, glad she wouldn’t have car accidents for lack of a car, or not have to worry about fires for lack of a house.

She was immune to most of the troubles of the rich, but was tormented to death by a tumor growing in her uterus, collecting all kinds of folk remedies all day long, but never going to the hospital, saying the hospital was a place for money and death, poor people went to the hospital, the disease was cured or not, all dead ends.

Kaowei returned home and hurried to the attic. The bandaged man was sitting in the dark attic smoking, his right eye shining, Kaowei said, “Where did you hide just now? Quite clever! I know you’re this way, the police must be questioning you.”

“Thank you.” The bandaged man said hoarsely.

“You’re welcome, I guess you’re in trouble, actually people here are afraid of police, selling X, MLM, stealing things, are nest here, there are many people without temporary residence permits, even ID cards, right, and usurers, we all hate them… Do you owe usury? Is your face beaten by them?”

“…”

“I’m going out to work now, I’m coming back in the evening, you can go out to buy food yourself, you can also cook the noodles I have on the side, but you have to count money! Absolutely absolutely don’t touch that bottle of wine, absolutely absolutely Oh!”

The bandaged man continued to smoke, saying nothing, and Kaowei thought it was really strange to leave.

She worked in a factory, drawing eyes for toy people, drawing thousands of eyes a day, dreaming all night long with eyes.

At ten o’clock in the evening, I was exhausted when I returned home, and I was sweating all over when I squeezed the last bus. I wanted to take a shower at home and suddenly thought that there was an extra tenant in the house. I was a little afraid when I thought of living with a man who didn’t even know his name and appearance overnight. I regretted renting the attic to him. Shouldn’t it be marked that only female guests are rented?

Using a key to open the door, downstairs was unexpectedly bright, and several dishes were covered with fly-proof covers on the table. Kaowei opened and looked. It was green pepper shredded potatoes, fried eggplant, and leeks and eggs. All these were ingredients that were about to rot in the refrigerator, and they were fully utilized.

The chef had eaten by himself, and these were left for Kaowei.

Kaowei felt warm in her heart. It had been a long time since she had seen a table of ready-made dishes (although not steaming hot), and she carefully thought about it. It wasn’t “how long it hadn’t happened,” but “never.”

Her boyfriend wouldn’t do such a thing!

The bandaged man not only cooked, but also cleaned the house. Kaowei was relieved. She opened the cabinet to see, suddenly widened her eyes, rushed to the attic to ask: “Who let you move that bottle of wine!”

The bandaged man knelt and sat in the dark, covering his face with both hands, and his shoulders moved back and forth. He was crying, that was the way men cried, his voice was not loud but particularly sad.

There was a half bottle of imported wine beside him.

Kaowei climbed over, took the wine bottle and looked at it, and complained again, “I told you not to move the bottle of wine.” This time her voice was much gentler, and she couldn’t bear to blame a crying person.

“Sorry!” The bandaged man sobbed, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”