After divorcing the male god

——"I don't support idlers here."

Why is this so?

It didn't take Lin Duan a long time to understand the reasons why he couldn't return to the city bureau. The process was very simple, so simple that he couldn't believe it.

Duan Jingsheng didn't want him to pester him, so he found an excuse, as long as Lin Duan lost his job, Duan Jingsheng could just say the three words "you don't deserve it" and then send him away.

Duan Jingsheng was bored with him.

He is like the weak and tiny ants under his hands, the most humble dust in his sleeves, he stretches out his hand to pat it, and wipes it away, leaving no trace.

Since then, Duan Jingsheng's bright and promising future has not been stained by Lin Duan.

Lin Duan pushed open the toughened glass door of the office, and the airflow drove a pot of green plants in the corner, with broad green leaves fluttering and shaking.

Duan Jingsheng's breathing was slightly stagnant, but his face remained unmoved, and he answered the other end of the phone calmly: "Okay, Uncle Wang, come to our house for dinner in two days, mother often misses you, okay, goodbye."

The phone snapped off—

"You want to drive me away, so just say no?" Lin Duan took a deep breath, desperately suppressing the unspeakable sourness in his heart, he wiped his eyes, and turned his head to look out the French window.

"I don't understand what you want to do." Lin Duan laughed at himself and asked, "I've always wanted to ask, can torturing me relieve your PTSD symptoms?"

Duan Jingsheng remained silent, the thin figure of the young man became thinner and thinner, maybe they were going to have a big fight here today, and many employees who watched the excitement gathered around the office door.

"I won't leave, don't think you can succeed." Lin Duan put aside the corners of his lips, smiled bluntly, lifted his chin slightly, and slantedly looked at Duan Jingsheng with a cold face: "I won't leave, you took away my job , I am right in front of you, disgusting you for the rest of your life."

"Don't be stupid, Lin Duan." Duan Jingsheng picked up the folder and threw it in front of him.

A gust of hurricane passed through the window on the high-rise building, rolled up the mottled paper, opened the folder, and exposed a person's life unreservedly to his eyes.

Zhang Lichun, female, an orphanage employee, worked in the privately run Ciyu Orphanage in Mohu District, Ningbei City. She was sentenced ten years ago for being involved in organizing child rape.

In the black and white photo, the woman looked at him with a smile and tender eyes.

Lin Duan's legs were weak, and he suddenly felt unable to support himself. He squatted down very slowly, and touched the woman's thin cheek with his fingers.

That face is so similar to him, it is said that a son should be like his mother, that's how he should live.He looks so similar to his mother, but why is he always unlucky?

Ten years ago, when Lin Duan was 12 years old, a sensational social incident occurred. From top to bottom, from the director to the staff, almost all of the private Ciyu Orphanage in Mohu District were suspected of organizing children into prostitution.

Ciyu was called a hell like an iron barrel at that time. Most of the children were orphans, some were physically disabled, some were mentally incomplete.

Before the incident, Ciyu was a large-scale and well-equipped orphan adoption center in Ningbei City and even Yuxi Province. Ciyu was once hailed as a benchmark in the social charity circle. The number of benevolent people is so numerous that the list would run a long page.

No one knows how much darkness lurks in Ciyu under the sun.

Almost every one or two days, the teacher of the orphanage would bring a group of perverted clients and ask them to pick clean orphans for these perverts to vent their animal desires.

Ci Yu's background is powerful, and most of the clients are either respectable or expensive. Whether it is out of fame and fortune or to vent their sexual desires, they will do everything possible to cover up Ci Yu, a disgusting perverted den.

From top to bottom, Ci Yu is a terrifying criminal group.

When the incident broke out, Ciyu had been operating for five years, and the children there were tortured and tortured day and night.

In response to the Ciyu incident, the Central and Provincial Public Security Departments issued several documents in a row, and established a cross-provincial joint action team. The main leaders of the city’s public security bureau involved issued a military order.

The Ciyu case also made Duan Jingsheng's mother, Zhu Ling, famous in the first battle. As a member of the supervision team of the Provincial Public Security Department, Zhu Ling went to the Ningbei City Public Security Bureau to assist in the work and participate in solving the case.

Ciyu's employees are very united to the outside world, and they turned Ciyu into an airtight iron bucket.At that time, the situation was urgent, and the police station spent a huge amount of money to break into Ciyu's interior, and some police comrades even died in the action against Ciyu.

It is said that Zhu Ling had an informant at that time, and the informant was a close blood relative to the director of the orphanage. That informant entered Ciyu's interior, provided a lot of information to the outside world, and even stole the list of Ciyu's protectors. He made great sacrifices and contributions to crack down on Ciyu, a huge criminal group.

Later, relying on the help of informants, Zhu Ling led the joint action team and gradually disintegrated Ci Yu.That achievement made Zhu Ling jump up in the provincial office until she became the deputy office and retired with honor.

"Your mother, Zhang Lichun, was working at Ciyu at the time of the incident, wasn't she?" Duan Jingsheng walked up to Lin Duan and said coldly, "She committed a crime of organizing children into prostitution and was sentenced to 13 years in prison. In prison, Zhang Lichun slammed his head against the wall and committed suicide. After that, you and your father depended on each other for life, and you went to college on a scholarship."

Lin Duan bent his upper body, those painful memories came one after another, and let out a sinister grin in the depths of the years. He is the son of criminals. They threw stones at him and pushed him into the river. Climb ashore alive.

When they saw him, they would point and say, "He's a fucking criminal!"

They roared at him angrily: "Pervert, get out!"

At that time, Duan Jingsheng was his only light.

The young policeman sent Xiao Linduan who had run away from home. Father Lin secretly wiped his tears away from his son, took him from Duan Jingsheng's hand, and thanked Duan Jingsheng repeatedly: "Thank you, comrade policeman, thank you comrade policeman!"

Lin Duan tugged on Duan Jingsheng's sleeve and refused to let go: "My mother is not a pervert, and neither am I!"

Duan Jingsheng laughed loudly and ruffled the kid's top hair: "If anyone bullies you, just tell me, okay?" Lin Duan nodded.

"Go home." Duan Jingsheng said with a smile.

The sunset was so beautiful, Lin Duan held back his tears and nodded bitterly.

After that, Duan Jingsheng came to visit him every now and then, brought him some gadgets, and told him to study hard and improve every day.Later, one day, Duan Jingsheng disappeared, and Lin Duan never saw him again until he was in college.

"Your mother is a criminal, so in your third year of junior high school your application for joining the party was not approved, and your family couldn't get subsistence allowances. You couldn't get into the city bureau at first, but Ren Pingcheng personally protected you." Duan Jingsheng seemed to be peeling an onion. He stripped away his past again.

The terrible irritating smell on the way made Lin Duan want to cry.

"The criminal's son, it's not appropriate to go back to the city bureau to work, or to stay with me." Duan Jingsheng pressed the back of Lin Duan's head, forcing him to look up, and he glared at him fiercely: "Lin Duan, do you want me to say it again? ?”

"You do not deserve."

——"Brother Jing, my mother made a mistake, will you dislike me?"

—— "How come, your mother is your mother, you are you, you are different, Lin Duan is a good boy."

"I'm sorry." Lin Duan grabbed the folder tightly, his face was pale, and he said tremblingly, "I'm sorry."

He pushed Duan Jingsheng away, turned and ran away.

Duan Jingsheng finally couldn't hold it anymore, and fell back into the leather chair, the ferocity on his face turned into depression, and the employees outside the glass door came up to look at him desperately, Duan Jingsheng roared angrily: "Get out, fuck me! "

Staff scattered.

Lin Duan, go away, don't let me see you again.

Duan Jingsheng tightly closed his eyes, his chest heaved violently because of the excessive excitement.

PTSD was like a demon that eluded him, making him violent and emotional. The scene of Qi Qing's death accompanied by Lin Duan's innocent smiling face haunted him in his mind.

Duan Jingsheng wishful thinking, forcing Lin Duan away, as long as he can't see him, he will heal Qi Qing's scar sooner or later, and let time take everything away.

Whether it's hatred or loathing for Lin Duan, or strange reluctance to let go, all complicated entanglements will be a thing of the past.

Duan Jingsheng sat slumped in the leather chair, looked up at the sky, rested his head on the back of the chair, raised his arms, and covered his face wearily.

When Zhu Ling arrived, it happened to be at the most chaotic time.

She stepped out of the elevator, intending to see if her son was suitable for work, when a young man ran up to him, and accidentally bumped into him. Apologize: "I'm sorry." Then she ran away.

Zhu Ling frowned: "Li Chun?"

She pondered for a while, then walked quickly to Duan Jingsheng's office. Zhang Lichun's pile of documents on the floor was torn into pieces. Duan Jingsheng sat decadently in front of the French window, thinking about something.

Zhu Ling carefully picked up Zhang Lichun's biography, and sighed: "In a blink of an eye, your Aunt Lichun has been gone for ten years."

Duan Jingsheng frowned: "I know her?" His voice was hoarse.

"She is a good friend of my mother, she often took you out to play when I was young, forget?" Zhu Ling suddenly realized: "Oh yes, you forgot, two years after Li Chun died, you went on a mission and broke your head."

"Hey." Zhu Ling wondered, "What are you doing with Li Chun's information? I thought you remembered her."

"She has a young son named Lin Duan. I heard that he works as a forensic doctor in the city bureau. You have seen it." Zhu Ling recalled: "After Li Chun died, Lin's father refused our help. All these years, your father and I have been secretly Giving money to their family can be regarded as bringing up the child."

"After he entered high school, Papa Lin found out that we secretly helped Lin Duan, took Lin Duan to move and cut off contact with us." Zhu Ling shook her head and sighed: "Old Lin is a man who can't hold back his face and has a stubborn temper. Fortunately, his son lives up to him."

"Lin Lin wanted to be a policeman since he was a child," Zhu Ling said with a gentle smile, "The situation in their family is so difficult, and he can still enter the city bureau by himself, which is amazing."

"Oh, by the way, the young man who passed by just now looks like Lin Lin, have you met again?" Zhu Ling stood up and asked, the gloomy and despair in Duan Jingsheng's eyes startled her: "Jing Sheng?"

"Zhang Lichun..." Duan Jingsheng heard himself gnashing his teeth, and asked word by word, "Isn't he sentenced?"

"Hey, it's a long story. She was my informant in Ciyu. Later, the case was closed and went to court. We wanted to clarify Li Chun's identity, but Li Chun was worried that once her identity was revealed, she would be absconded. Molecules seized the opportunity and threatened the lives of Lin Lin and Dad Lin."

"So she asked to be sentenced as a criminal. She would rather lose her innocence than put her family in danger. Until the end, Ci Yu didn't know who the traitor inside them was."

Zhu Ling's eyes were red, her old voice was hoarse with memories: "Li Chun, you are braver than all of us."

"... For the past ten years, Lin Duan... didn't know anything?" Duan Jingsheng didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling like a splitting headache.

"For safety's sake, the identity of the informant is highly confidential, and no one knows except me and your father." Zhu Ling sighed, "We owe Lin Lin, Jing Sheng, if you meet him, you must be right." He's better."