Chapter 72: The Return Home of a Wealthy Family, Decision

  The little monster in the body hid in the corner and trembled, as if saying "Don't check it out, trust my intuition, checking clearly will definitely not be good"; but there is a small person in the brain who must investigate until everything is clear.

  The little man and the little monster had a fight, the little man won.

  Chen Lao won't tell me anything for sure, so I'll go ask Cheng Ge. Everyone has their weaknesses, and every combination also has its weak points. The combination of Chen Lao and Cheng Ge, Cheng Ge is the weak point. I can see that Cheng Ge himself is already in conflict about whether to tell me or not.

  A bag of potato chips on the table, a dissecting knife stabbed into the table. I stood tall and looked down at Brother Chang, who was sitting trembling, "Tell me, and I won't tell Old Chen what you said, and I'll treat you to potato chips; don't tell, and I'll chop you into potato chips!"

  Chang Ge quickly beckoned: "Specifically, I'm not clear either, Old Chen is keeping it from me too, but you need to be mentally prepared. After listening to the phone recording you monitored last time, Old Chen went to ask Director Zheng about it. Director Zheng might have told him something, and Old Chen checked your DNA file... all signs indicate that you and Director Zheng..."

  My first reaction was: "I knew it, Zheng Ju is indeed my relative, I said he looks like me, who would have thought that I still have an older brother? Can't tell at all, my dad was quite a ladies' man when he was young..."

  My elder brother stared blankly for a moment, looking at me with concern and slowly said: "At your father's age, it's impossible to give birth to Zheng Ju."

  "That's your uncle, isn't there an acquaintance in your DNA room? Must have said what relationship it is, what relationship do I have with Director Zheng?"

  "He just said he wasn't clear either..."

  "Huh?" I muttered to myself, "Zheng's about the same age as my dad, so he's basically a senior. And yet he's treating me like this? I'll go ask him for red envelopes later! As a senior, did he give me golden bangles when I was born? Definitely not, and all those years of lucky money, he owes me! Just in time for Chinese New Year, I'll go ask him for the lucky money during Chinese New Year..."

  "Hey, don't be like that..." Brother Chang interrupted me with concern, pouring me a glass of water. "Actually, I'm telling you this because I think you have the right to know, and also...I was wondering if you could provide a DNA sample, we can secretly get one from Director Zheng's and send it out for anonymous testing. Don't be angry, okay? Best...best...best, take a look at your parents'...what do you think? Never mind, forget I said anything, are you alright?"

  I'm fine, my world hasn't collapsed, I don't need to rebuild it, I'm surprisingly calm now, but I just miss home terribly.

  "I want to go home," I said.

  "Now? It's too late, unless tomorrow..."

  I shook my head and cut him off: "I want to go home, now."

  Then I stood up, took my wallet, put on my coat and went home.

  His brother hurriedly advised: "There are no cars now."

  "I can still catch the last bus. If there's no bus, I'll take a taxi, or even a black cab, how could you not get home in the city? It's only this late, you don't have to follow me, I'm fine, more awake than you."

  "Are you kidding me? Of course I'll send it!" Brother Chang said.

  "If you're still worried, why don't you go back and put on your coat? Don't you feel cold? I'm getting chilled just looking at you."

  "Older brother quickly said, 'I'll go get the coat, you don't run away.'"

  "I'll go back with you to get it, hurry up or we won't catch the last bus. I'll book a ticket online first. Brother Chang, bring your ID and lock the door properly. Look, Second Brother, your door isn't locked properly, is it? I told you I'm clearer-headed than you, what's the rush?"

  We took the night bus and didn't get home until after midnight. Brother Chang probably thought it was inconvenient to insist on going to a hotel, so I went straight home. My mom saw me come back and got scared, thinking something big had happened again. I told her nothing was wrong, I just missed home.

  I took a bath and snuggled into their bed, coquettishly saying: "I want to sleep with you guys."

  My dad said either you sleep with your mom and I'll sleep in your bed.

  I said no, let's sleep together.

  My mom seemed to sense that something was up, and smiled as she said: "If we sleep together, then let's sleep together. Remember, my baby was still crawling into our bed at 16!" She scratched my nose, "You're not growing up, my baby!"

  I hugged her and looked at her forehead, saying: "With a mother spoiling me, why should I grow up? Mom, do you know..."

  "What?"

  "Your forehead is very wide, Dad's forehead is also very wide, and the upper part of the forehead and eye socket are all very compact."

  "What's wrong?"

  "So beautiful, so I can give birth to such a good-looking child!"

  "Really." They all laughed.

  "But you're all so tall, Dad is 1.75 meters, Mom is 1.68 meters... Ah... why didn't I grow taller? Was there a design flaw when you gave birth to me?" I sighed again.

  My mom gently patted me and lulled me to sleep, "It's okay, baby, girls are more likable when they're petite and cute."

  Every time I sleep with mom, she will give me a "pat pat" to coax me to fall asleep.

  My parents are ordinary workers and they have been very good to me, so good that they have spoiled my temper.

  My name, Qin Wanwei, was given by a fortune teller whom my parents paid three months' salary for. Before I turned 14, I never scored more than 30 points on any exam, but I never got scolded or beaten by my parents.

  Lowering the class average score, the teacher called my parents. My mom said that our family's precious child will find a simple and honest person to marry and have children with after graduating from junior high school. At that time, there will be a husband who dotes on her, so what's the point of having such good grades? Do you still need to take the university entrance exam?

  With parents' protection, I even scored the lowest 2 points in math history. It's a 100-point system, and 2 points are for the appearance of the paper. Not a single word was written on it, but the appearance is spotless!

  I grew up healthily and was not poisoned by the college entrance examination until I was 14 years old.

  At the age of 14, I read a rebirth article and began to think that I had died once, and also thought that I had forgotten my previous life. A young girl started weaving fantasies, imagining herself as a princess, queen, superpower holder, super female killer, and even the queen of a harem with thousands of handsome men...

  Everyone has fantasies in their youth, which usually end after adolescence, but mine have become more and more real.

  I think I must have died once and my soul crossed over to be reborn, but where is my corpse? I really seem to see my own corpse lying there. I think that as long as I become a forensic doctor, one day I will come across my own corpse, and then I'll know how I myself died.

  Often people ask me how I became a forensic doctor, secretly speaking, I became a forensic doctor just to investigate the cause of my own death.

  I am well aware that I have psychological problems.

  It should be post-traumatic stress disorder, my mom said that before she was hit on the head by a flower pot falling from upstairs, at that time she was holding me, and I was less than one year old at that time, blood stained my whole little face red.

  My mom said that at the time, she protected me in her arms. The flower pot didn't hit me, but I kept crying. My mom said that her blood flowed into my mouth, mixed with tears and saliva, almost choking me to death.

  Years later, when my mother mentioned this matter again, she still had lingering fears and even let me touch the scar on her head.

  And my post-traumatic symptoms were naturally more severe.

  It must be post-traumatic stress disorder, no doubt about it. I was hit by a flower pot at the age of one, no doubt about it, definitely no doubt.

  In short, I got sick of myself when I was 14 years old and suddenly became determined to "make a strong effort" - not only did I not get married and have children after graduating from junior high school, but I also went to high school, university, read for a Ph.D., studied abroad, worked hard on my career... even directly leading me to walk proudly on the path of Saint Seiya, Mustafar, Dragon Ball Z, striving all the way to become "The Great Sage Equaling Heaven".

  Even if I went against their greatest expectations and disappointed them, they didn't love me one bit less.

  My parents are the best parents in the world.

  I slept at home for a night and rushed back to the provincial government office the next day. I went to find the driver monk who had told my fortune, and said thank you, your calculation was accurate. But when I got back and thought about it, my fate indeed didn't have great good fortune or nobility. Can you calculate again for me?

  The driver monk took out a pair of chopsticks, a carved wooden sign and a flattened disposable paper cup. He propped the cup up with the "chopsticks" and asked me to draw one. I drew one, and he told me, "Don't force anything."

  "Uh, I won't force it, if it's not meant to be, then it's not." I said.

  The driver monk said: "You still haven't woken up." I said I don't want to become a Buddha anyway, whether or not I wake up is unimportant, as long as you understand what I mean.

  The driver monk knew some things, some things about me, but he was a good driver.

  A driver knows many secrets, and a good driver keeps them in his belly.

  I told him on your behalf, "Don't investigate anymore. Old Chen also told you not to investigate, right? Some things are better left uninvestigated, it's not good for anyone."

  "Alright, I promise I won't investigate this lead again," said Chang Ge.

  I already know the answer, he knows.

  We are all transparent people, and transparent people will not make a fuss or be startled. The turbulent waves are all under the calm surface of the water. Those who are even more transparent have an even calmer surface, with only undercurrents flowing.

  I am originally an extremely transparent person.

  I am very calm, so calm that I even feel a bit scared myself. I tell Old Chen, "I've made up my mind about changing careers. I'm not going to change careers. What you said is right, it's also a safeguard within the system."

  "As I expected, but you know that even if you continue to do so, you won't be reused, right? Maybe spend a lifetime on the bench, and you won't change careers either?"

  "With my abilities, I will achieve results even if I'm not reused." I said confidently.

  Chen nodded: "There's another question. If the person who wants to kill you can't catch up, and the case of the big pit burial remains unsolved, what will you do?"

  "There's no if, he can't catch me with just one word, if he wants to kill me, he must appear, either he dies or I die; the case of the big pit will soon have a clue, without a clue, I'll find one! This case must be solved!"

  Mr. Chen looked at me with appreciation, "I've always liked you, can I play with your little drill again? I heard you have some patented equipment, that... that... that..."

  Old Chen's eyes sparkled, and the walnut spun rapidly in his palm.

  Old man! Always thinking about my family property!

  Oh well, this little old man has been quite cute lately, so let's just indulge him and let him have some fun for a few days.

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  My days are very calm, as calm as water. The undercurrents beneath the surface are surging more and more turbulently, more and more silently.