Aoba Office

The effects of the storm have mostly passed.

All municipal departments are working hard to provide disaster relief, and the notice of school and work suspensions has been cancelled.

I need to go to work normally and report to the demolition office.

But I can't just sit back and ignore You Jing's matter.

To put it grandly, this is for justice. Really, I just choose what makes me comfortable. I sympathize with You Jing and hate her sister, even though both are victims of their parents' atrocities and both are perpetrators of their parents.

When I was at work, I took the opportunity to call Wu Ling.

Wu Ling had a mobile phone of her own, and I watched her take it out from the box in the office, along with some of her documents. Wu Ling also told me his mobile phone number that day and exchanged contact information with me.

In this regard, Wu Ling really outdid Gu Mo and Nangong Yao on more than a few streets. Even after listening to Chen Xiaoqiu's analysis and knowing that the people in Qingye had different attitudes towards me, related to the course of action they took, I was still more willing to contact Wu Ling and accept the kindness she released.

Wu Ling was very surprised after hearing what I said about the dream.

"...So, we made a mistake at that time. Well. Nangong did see something, but that kind of vague 'seeing' is difficult to combine with the truth. We didn't take a radical approach at the time, But I didn't continue the investigation." Wu Ling said with regret, "I understand. I will go to the original location of Tiexiang District with them."

I felt much more relaxed after hearing Wu Ling's promise.

When I got to work, I naturally talked about this matter with Shouzi and the others.

The thin man nodded vigorously, "Miss Wu Ling is so reliable!"

Guo Yujie immediately let out a "poof" in disgust.

Although this kind of ridicule is very popular, it still feels too corny when heard in daily life.

What happened to You Jing is a tragedy, and now the tragedy should be truly brought to an end. When we talk about it, we are at most a little sad, not so angry and sad.

Colleagues from other offices also came to work one after another.

Zheng Wei passed by the door of our office, followed by a teenager.

This surprised us.

The thin man waved his hand and called out, "Brother Zheng, here we come."

There was an obvious look of exhaustion on Zheng Wei's face. He turned his head and looked over, chin slightly, and introduced the young man next to him.

"This is Fengfeng, my relative's child."

The young man's face was not good-looking either, and his eyes were very wary. He only looked at us without saying hello.

Zheng Wei said something to him, and he hummed and called "uncle and aunt".

The thin man's expression visibly stiffened, and Guo Yujie's eyes widened.

The two of them were definitely not really angry, but just a little unhappy about being called such by a child.

I coughed dryly, chatted with Zheng Wei for a while, asked about his family situation, and changed the subject by the way.

Unfortunately, Zheng Wei's mother fell during the storm and was hospitalized. This happened to the only elderly person in the family. The impact of the storm had not yet passed, so Zheng Wei and his wife had to take their two children to their respective units to take care of them.

The five of us were concerned about the situation of Zheng Wei’s mother.

The old man's fall was not serious, but because of her age, Zheng Wei and the others were worried and decided to hospitalize her for rest.

After the gossip was over, Zheng Wei took Fengfeng into their office.

The thin man whispered: "Did you see that kid's expression?"

"What?" I didn't pay attention and looked at the thin man in confusion.

"Brother Zheng said that the old man was in the hospital. He exhaled, with a relieved expression." The thin man exhaled loudly and exaggeratedly, but his voice was still very low, for fear of being heard by the office next door.

The fat man nodded, "I saw it too."

"He's a kid. At this age, he's rebellious." I didn't agree.

The thin man curled his lips and said, "This kid is uncomfortable to watch."

"I call you uncle, don't you feel comfortable? Considering the age difference, it's so shameless to call you brother." I smiled.

I don't mind being called uncle by children.

The thin man made an exaggerated pose, "Brother Qi, you are wrong. It is unconscionable to call me uncle."

I said "hehe" twice as an answer.

Because of the previous storm, we stayed in the office today, and our main job was to contact the property owners on the phone.

If someone had died in the "storm" that day, under normal procedures, we would not have received the news so quickly. Now we are concerned about the situation of those elderly property owners.

I contacted Director Mao and Xiao Gu from the police station. If anything happens, they should receive news as soon as possible.

Although the two people were sighing, and someone from the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants was also taken to the hospital by ambulance, so far, no one has been heard of death.

This is good news.

On the other hand, the thin man learned that a property owner was seriously injured. It was an old man over eighty years old. There was a heavy rain and thunder last night, and he was woken up in his sleep. When he fell out of bed, he hit his head. Two other elderly people suffered heart attacks and were also frightened.

To be honest, I was scared that night. That kind of shocking thunder and lightning was the first time I encountered it in my life.

Someone mentioned this before on the Internet. When there was lightning and thunder, he suddenly became blind and deaf, and was frightened that it was the end of the world. There were also endless jokes about "overcoming the tribulation", and "serious" discussions about the cultivation level of the "fellow Taoist". Some people retorted, "This is definitely a thunderbolt that only happens when an immortal escapes to earth."

Having lunch in the cafeteria, we saw Zheng Wei and Fengfeng again.

What surprised me a little was that the stinky boy was enjoying the food in the cafeteria, almost devouring it, as if he had just come out of the refugee camp.

I looked at it a few more times, and I always felt that this situation was a bit weird.

"What's the matter, Brother Qi?" The thin man followed my gaze, turned back, and asked us with his lips, "What's the matter with that kid?"

I thought about the rice dumplings given by Zheng Wei's mother, and I felt a little bit blocked in my heart.

Jiang You, who was at the same table as Zheng Wei and Feng Feng, also looked at the boy in embarrassment.

The five of us finished our meal in silence, and when we left, we said hello to their table.

Zheng Wei's expression was not good, he was embarrassed and a little angry.

When we left the cafeteria and returned to the office, the thin man couldn't wait to say: "Do you think Brother Zheng abused that kid?"

The thin man said this in a joking tone. He probably didn't believe that Zheng Wei, a good gentleman, would do such a thing.

In a flash, he said seriously again: "You know people but don't know their hearts. Maybe Brother Zheng really doesn't like that kid. That kid is not lovable."

I frowned, "If that's all, then fine..."

The thin man opened his mouth in surprise, "What did you say, Brother Qi?"

Chen Xiaoqiu said thoughtfully, "Are you worried about Zheng Wei's family..."

I shook my head, "I don't see Yin Qi in that child, but..."

However, not all ghosts have Yin energy in them.

There may be a set of rules and regulations for its operation, but I don't understand it. I don't know if the people in Aoba have fully understood it. But when it came to You Jing, they made a mistake. Sister You Jing changed souls, and no one in Qingye noticed at all.

The thin man still opened his mouth wide, "Isn't it?"

"That rice dumpling!" Guo Yujie suddenly said, raising a finger, "And fried chicken!"

My heart tightened.

When I saw the four of them, their expressions suddenly became ugly.