Chapter 98

  "In any case, before we clarify the child's origin, the child cannot stay with the suspect. Moreover, we also need to investigate the origin of this child." Nanshan suggested.

  "That's true, but it's already 10 o'clock at night. What are you going to do with this child?" Suzuki replied casually.

  "But we can't just leave the child with this suspect, can we? Who knows what that pervert will do to such a cute kid! I can take care of the child at the police station, and we can buy him clothes on the way. There's also a public bathhouse near the police station." Nanshan said firmly.

  It seems that the murder scene was too stimulating for Nanzan. Shaking his head, Suzuki didn't say anything more. With Nanzan's experience, not vomiting on the spot after seeing such a brutal murder scene already showed very good psychological quality. At that time, one of the police officers in the same car turned around and ran out as soon as he entered the scene.

  Things were decided like this, and Suzuki spoke again through Kawau to ask Seishu a few simple questions. He warned Seishu that he absolutely could not leave Yamagaku under any circumstances without the permission of the police, and then everyone stood up and left together.

  Cheng Chou's worried face relaxed slightly when he heard that the child would be handed over to the police.

  Finally sent away this jinx. Thinking about it, since running into this kid, he hasn't had any good luck. Maybe once the kid leaves, his bad luck will also disappear.

  Cheng Zhou looked at the child in his arms, unusually well-behaved, allowing Police Officer Nan Shan to lead him towards the gate, and couldn't help but flash a sly smile at the back of the child.

  The kid suddenly turned around and made a face at him just then.

  This stinky little brat!

  Just as Cheng Zhou secretly decided in his heart that he would have a daughter and not a son when he got married and had children, Kawabe walked by him, turned around and gave him a cold look.

  "I will contact your department tomorrow to discuss the outcome of this matter. If possible, I will request that you send someone else over, preferably someone who is capable of taking responsibility. I think that for the next few days, you probably won't have much time or energy to deal with work and communicate with me."

  Chengzhou opened his mouth. The most terrible development appeared, and what he was most worried about was about to happen.

  "Mr. Kawau, I think I can..."

  "Xiǎo Míng, remember what I said earlier? Don't forget to contact Huá Xià tomorrow."

  "Yes." A thin man named Shūmei bowed his head in understanding of Kawabe's instructions.

  With that, Kawabe Kazuhiko didn't say another word and turned around to leave the room.

  Xiu Ming raised his head to look at the back of Kawau, with a slightly complicated expression. He then turned his head to look at Cheng Chou, who was hanging his head in despair and looking listless, and comforted him in not very fluent and not quite accurate Huaxia language:

  "Don't worry too much. This thing can't be blamed on you. Don't worry, tomorrow when I contact Hua Xia, I will explain this matter in detail. You just rest well tonight, I think you're probably exhausted."

  Cheng Zhou raised his head and smiled gratefully at the kind-hearted thin man, "Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you."

  She smiled back at him, and after bowing her head in a gentle goodnight, she left.

  Chengzhou sat in the room for a while, until the hostess of the mountain villa led someone in to take away the child's food plate. Only then did he shake his head, sigh, and get up from the tatami mat.

  Let's go soak in a hot spring bath, who knows what tomorrow will be like.

  He walked into the large hot spring area with a slow pace, holding a bathrobe.

  It was late, and there weren't many people in the public bathhouse. Then, he took off his clothes in the locker room, wrapped a towel around his lower body, and walked into the bathing area with shampoo and soap.

  Some people cast strange glances at him.

  Is there something strange about me? Cheng Zhou muttered uncomfortably in his heart.

  At this time, an old man happened to walk out of the hot spring and reminded Cheng Chou kindly as he passed by: "Young brother, it's better to put your towel in the dressing room outside."

  "What? What did you say?"

  The old man smiled and immediately understood that the man was a foreigner. He pointed to the towel wrapped around his waist, then pointed outside and simply explained: "Towel, it's better to put it in the dressing room. There are bathing things here too, you can use them here."

  "Oh dear! Sorry about that." No wonder some people looked at him with strange eyes, it turned out to be this reason.

  Although he didn't know why bringing a towel in was bad, Cheng Chou decided to follow local customs and thanked the old man before quickly putting the towel back in the dressing room.

  Cheng Chou walked back into the bathroom and found that there were even fewer people, probably only two or three still soaking in the hot spring.

  As he washed his body clean under the showerhead and stepped into the hot spring he had been dreaming of for a long time, there was only one person left in the bathroom.

  Hehe, it feels like I've got the whole place to myself. The man thought with a mix of bitterness and amusement.

  Cheng Zhou slid down along the edge of the pool, soaking his entire body in the warm spring water, with both arms resting on the stone at the edge of the pool.

  Ah...... so comfortable......

  The water temperature was relatively high, but for a tired man like him, it seemed just right, feeling all the pores in his body relax. Cheng Zhou comfortably closed his eyes, resting his head on the stone at the edge of the pool, relaxing his entire body, letting the buoyancy of the water gently support him.

  My mood gradually relaxed, and beautiful fantasies about the future also unfolded in my mind...

  "Boom!"

  Water splashed up, splashing into a boat, all over his head and face.

  Who? Which bastard!

  Enjoying the gentle breeze on his face, he sat up and was about to scold someone.

  "Wow!"

  A soft and lovely, adorable little face suddenly appeared in his line of sight.

  Plague god!!!!!

  "Aren't you already gone with the police!" Cheng Zhou shouted in Mandarin.

  The child pouted, "I'm back again, isn't that okay?"

  "What did you come back for?"

  "Looking for you."

  "What's up? / What do you want?"

  "Because you smell more delicious."

  "Eat eat eat! Eat your head off! Weren't you full just now? Wait, what did you just say?" Cheng Zhou dug into his ears, not daring to believe what he had heard.

  "Good words aren't said twice." The little kid with a bare butt and waist, playing cute with an adorable expression.

  Unfortunately, Chen Xiang, who didn't like kids at all, wasn't tempted in the slightest.

  "No, I'm saying... what did you just say? Are you speaking Hua Xia language?" Cheng Zhou's expression was almost beyond incredulity.

  The kid gave him a big white eye.

  "Do you understand Japanese when I speak it?"

  This... stinky little brat! Actually dares to look down on people. Furious!

  "My father is a Chinese! Isn't it strange that he can't speak Japanese? Are you also Chinese?"

  "La la la~~~" The little kid turned his small body and swam in the not-so-big hot spring pool, singing a nursery rhyme while swimming.

  The singing voice is not bad... Cheng Zhou's laughter and tears are all fake.

  "Hey! You stinky kid, I'm asking you, are you a Chinese or a Japanese? Where are your parents? How did the police let you come back?"

  The kid turned his head and said, "I told the police you're my dad, so they let me come back."

  What?!

  "Do you think they'll believe it if you say so?"

  The child nodded.

  "My goodness!" How can the police in this country be so easily deceived by a child's nonsense?

  The door of the bathroom was pulled open with a creak, and someone poked their head in.

  "Excuse me, sir, it's already late at night. Please refrain from making loud noises in the bath area as it may disturb other guests." The speaker was a hotel attendant.

  "Ah, sorry, sorry. Let's go out now."

  Cheng Chou's face turned red with embarrassment, and he didn't dare to stay in the hot spring pool any longer. He walked over and scooped up the little devil who was happily swimming around in the pool, taking the opportunity to slap his buttocks a few times.

  "Shut up! Don't you know kids should learn to be quiet? You're such a naughty kid who never listens to grown-ups."

  The kid's mouth puffed up, a pair of big eyes blazed with anger. If it weren't for him now... Hmph! He made a note of this debt. However, he wouldn't let the person who humiliated him off so easily either.

  "Wow! Mom!"

  The universal cry of pain sent both Cheng Chou and the waiter into a flurry of activity.

  Needless to say, the servant naturally blamed all the faults on Cheng Chou in his heart.

  Who told you to beat up the kid?

  The exhausted and pitiful Cheng Chou held the little ghost who was drinking Coca-Cola non-stop, dragging his heavier footsteps than before through the mountain villa's main hall, across the wooden corridor passageway, to the separate courtyard that had been booked by AHS company.

  It's already past eleven at night, but there are still five or six people sitting in the living room of another building. It seems that everyone is not lacking sleep.

  Cheng Zhou noticed that among the five or six people, there were George and Liu Rong, whom he knew, as well as three colleagues who had been assigned to the same room as him for the draw. Although they were in the same room, he hadn't really gotten to know them, since he had left early in the morning to look for his child and hadn't had a chance to chat with them, only knowing their surnames roughly.

  Cheng Zhou hugged the child and politely greeted everyone, "Good evening, everyone. Not sleeping yet, hehe."

  "Good evening." Only George smiled back at him. Liu Rong and others all avoided his gaze.

  What's going on? Cheng Zhou was baffled. He had already greeted everyone, but the atmosphere seemed rather dull, so he didn't want to stay any longer and turned around to head back to his own room.

  "Hey, Cheng Chou," George called out to him.

  Chengzhou turned his head and asked him with his eyes what was going on.

  "Uh..." George seemed to be having a bit of trouble getting started.

  "We discussed it with George and the others, and we decided to squeeze into their room with some other people. I hope you don't mind," said someone who shared a room with Cheng Zhou, seemingly an ethnic Chinese from Indonesia.

  He forced a smile, and with a shrug, said indifferently, "Is that so? As long as you've all discussed it, I don't have any issues here. It's getting late, goodnight."

  George watched as Chengzhou walked away, opening his mouth and then closing it again.

  As soon as the door closed, bitter tears burst forth.

  What's with all these looks? Just tell me straight out, you don't want to be around a murder suspect, is that it?

  What's the big deal? I'm living alone and it's spacious enough for me. Sleep, sleep, don't think about it!

  "Hello."

  Really, where did I look like a murderer? Wait until things are cleared up, and see what attitude you will use to treat me.

  "Hey, mister!"

  "Who did you call uncle?" Cheng Zhou was furious.

  "Who told you to ignore me? And what am I supposed to call you, huh? You really think I'd call you Dad?"

  "You...!"

  Cheng Zhou angrily put the child on the mountain villa owner's prepared quilt, turned off the lights, wore a bathrobe, pulled up the quilt from head to toe and no longer made a sound.

  After a while, Cheng Zhou felt his quilt being pulled open, and a small body rolled in. The little body burrowed into his arms.

  "Hey, are you crying?" The kid poked him and asked.

  Chengzhou secretly used a cotton quilt to wipe away the corners of his eyes and slightly opened his mouth to breathe.

  "Are you not going to ask me what my name is?" the child continued to ask.

  Cheng Chou surreptitiously sniffled his nose.

  "Are you hungry?" The child poked him again with his small hand.

  Chengzhou turned over and lay on his back facing away from the child.

  "I know who the real killer is."

  "Do you know?!" Cheng Zhou couldn't hide it anymore, and with a loud voice full of nasal tone, he exclaimed in surprise.

  "You really cried...... How pathetic."

  "Hey, little devil, watch your mouth!" Anyway, it's all been seen through, and there's nothing to hide anymore. Cheng Zhou stretched out his hand from under the quilt and pulled over a box of tissues that was not far away, then loudly blew his nose twice in front of the child.

  "Little ghost, who's the murderer?" He crumpled up the tissue and tossed it onto the tatami mat, then asked the child cowering beside him.

  "I won't tell you." The kid gave him a very crisp reply.

  "Hey!" The man was furious. A little brat dared to play tricks on him!

  "My name isn't Feed." The kid seemed even more furious.

  "What's your name?"

  "I won't tell you!"

  Cheng Zhou was speechless. He finally understood what the ancient proverb meant by "small people".

  The author has something to say:

  Thanks to Qingqing, she suddenly gave me three landmines!

  It seems I'll have to write more exciting content in the future to repay our great readers^^ Fist bump~~

  Corrected the typo, thank you 34456 for pointing it out~~

  Extremely welcome all kinds of corrections^^