Chapter 24: Who is Hou Dàyǒng?

  I gently wrapped my arms around her waist, and at first she was taken aback, then bashfully lowered her head, continuing to wipe the table as if I didn't exist. With a slight effort, I pulled her into my embrace, her entire body enveloped in mine. However, she didn't say a word, only blushing deeply. I lightly pressed my lips against hers, and a surge of emotions instantly flooded my heart, I could feel her heartbeat racing wildly, as was mine.

  At this moment, the mobile phone rang inappropriately. Sometimes life is like a TV series, and the clichéd plot that has been used many times actually happened to me too. Okay, now both I and Wen Shu looked at each other with some embarrassment.

  The phone call was from Officer He, who first congratulated me on my recovery and discharge from the hospital, then asked me to go to the Public Security Bureau at 3 pm to assist them in clarifying some matters. Everything is going as expected. I'm very curious about how Li Xiaoshu managed to make the hospital and public security bureau so obedient - whether he used human or ghostly means. If he used human means, I don't admire him at all; if he used ghostly means, I'd love to interview him about why he didn't use those means to deal with Officer He and get the mail register. It seems that there are some things that even he can't do.

  Wen Shu volunteered to stay at home, continuing to clean and help me look after the house. At 3 pm, I came alone to the Public Security Bureau. This was my first time in my life entering the gate of the Public Security Bureau; I hadn't even come here for household registration before. Today was an eye-opener. It turned out that the Public Security Bureau wasn't much different from ordinary government office buildings; the only difference was the prominent sign at the entrance, so people would know it's the Public Security Bureau at a glance. How could such an ordinary place have made that guy so anxious?

  Officer He's office was on the third floor, I climbed two flights of stairs, following the room number he told me, and found it to be the last one at the end. I walked up to the door, which wasn't closed, and Officer He was hunched over, scribbling something on a piece of paper with his pen. I knocked gently on the door, he looked up and saw it was me, gave a slight smile, and gestured for me to take a seat.

  I sat down in the chair opposite his desk and saw that he had a magazine spread out beside him - "The World of Stamps" - and was carefully copying something from it onto paper.

  "Do you like reading 'The World of Stamps'?" The image of Old Shao appeared in my mind, "I had a friend who also liked this magazine before he passed away."

  "He was called Shao Chuyi, your roommate in the mental hospital. He died accidentally by drowning." he said without raising his head.

  "How did you know these things?" I asked in surprise.

  "That case was handled by me. After he died, the hospital handed over all his belongings to the police for processing, and this magazine was taken out from his belongings, which has some very interesting stories. Alright," he raised his head, put down his pen, and looked at me very seriously, saying: "Later, my colleague will come here, we need to ask you some questions, after finishing asking, you can go back home. Thank you for assisting the police in investigating the situation."

  Five minutes later, another police officer knocked on the door and came in. Officer He gestured for us to go sit on the sofa together. I followed his lead and sat down over there. Once the three of us were seated, it suddenly occurred to me to take a look at what this newly arrived police officer looked like. As soon as I took a glance, my face broke out in a cold sweat - how come he looks exactly like Hou Dayong?