Chapter 84 Young man, you are still too young.

Muhe Municipal Bureau, detention room.

Uncle Wang sat on the bed, glanced at the wall clock—it was already eight o'clock in the evening—and stretched.

"Calculating the time, I should be getting out."

Earlier, he had heard the sounds of many police cars leaving and then quickly returning.

This indicated that the case had made significant progress, or perhaps it had even been closed.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have returned so quickly and gone quiet again.

"Uncle, are you leaving?"

On the bed to one side sat an 18-year-old youth who had been locked up for street racing. He looked at Uncle Wang with a mixture of happiness and reluctance.

He was happy because the other party would be free once he left.

He was reluctant because he had just arrived today, and he was very nervous and scared; it was this kind-faced Uncle Wang who had comforted him.

When a person is vulnerable, seeing a ray of light is always very moving.

"If nothing unexpected happens, that's the case."

Uncle Wang stood up skillfully and walked to the door, then turned his head to look at the youth.

Seeing that the other party still had a nervous expression.

"Young man, you are still too young."

"Once you have the insight and experience of this old man, you will never be nervous again."

Upon hearing this, the youth couldn't help but show a look of admiration.

Although he didn't know why the old man had been brought in, the calmness and composure he carried were something he had never seen in anyone else who had been locked up.

Uncle Wang is truly Uncle Wang; he's amazing.

It's like he's returning to his own home.

"Thank you for comforting me today. I will never street race again."

"If we have the chance to meet again in the future, I will treat you to a meal."

The youth expressed his gratitude.

In response, Uncle Wang kept his hands behind his back and didn't even turn his head.

Over the past few days, he didn't know how many youths he had reformed.

He no longer had any emotional fluctuations.

He gave a light 'Hmm' through his nose.

It fully displayed the demeanor of a big shot.

Just then, a mocking voice sounded from another bed.

"Then I'm afraid you won't be able to treat him."

The youth's expression darkened upon hearing this; did he think he was just making polite conversation?

"No, I am serious. Next time we meet, I will definitely treat Uncle Wang to a meal to thank him for comforting me when I was most helpless!"

Whether it was his expression or his tone, one could feel his determination.

"That's not what I meant."

"I mean, the time you meet again will probably be tomorrow."

"How can you treat him to a meal?"

Then the man burst into laughter.

Immediately after, his face darkened.

Damn it!

When he first came in, it was also this old man who comforted him.

When the old man was leaving, he had cried so miserably.

As a result, the next day, the old man came back in again.

And then, he kept coming in one after another.

He was numb from watching it.

"Tongzai, if you don't know how to speak, then don't speak."

Uncle Wang turned around and scolded him.

Wasn't this cursing him?

It was a waste of time spending these days and nights with this kid.

"My daughter plans to take me out to have fun, and we are leaving tomorrow morning..."

So, he wouldn't be coming back in tomorrow.

Just then.

—Creak.

The door to the interrogation room opened.

Chen Mo led him out and simultaneously handed the sealed bag in his hand to Uncle Wang.

"These are your personal belongings; you can leave directly."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Wang hurriedly opened the sealed bag.

When he saw the two bright red one-hundred-yuan bills inside, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Chen, my eight hundred yuan is lost!"

"Xiao Liu said he would help me look for it. Has it been found?"

Eight hundred lost?

Chen Mo recalled the morning, the way Uncle Wang had lost all his strength and was supported in time by Xiao Liu.

He then shook his head; he hadn't heard Xiao Liu mention it, so they were probably still looking.

"As expected, I don't have the fate for windfall wealth."

Uncle Wang looked disappointed.

Then the two walked outside.

"By the way, Xiao Chen, have you had dinner?"

Chen Mo glanced at his watch—it was 8:10; he indeed hadn't eaten yet.

"You want to treat me? You only have two hundred left and you still want to treat me?"

Although he knew Uncle Wang wasn't stingy, if he could still treat him to a meal even after losing eight hundred and having only two hundred left, then he could only say the relationship hadn't been in vain.

"Yes and no. Didn't I tell you this morning that my daughter was going to take me out for a trip?"

"We are leaving tomorrow morning, so come home with me to eat tonight. After all, we probably won't see each other for several days."

Going out for a trip?

He did have a slight impression of these words.

It seemed that when the two of them left the lottery shop and were about to go to the wet market to watch the excitement, the reason Uncle Wang was hesitant was because his daughter wanted to take him out for a trip.

"You seem to have told me."

Chen Mo nodded; he was tired of the canteen food anyway, so eating at Uncle Wang's house was fine.

He would just be cooking instant noodles if he went home.

...

Xingfu Jiayuan Community.

Uncle Wang's house was only one building away from the house Chen Mo rented.

Room 201, 2nd floor.

A 'Glorious Family' plaque hung outside the door.

Uncle Wang pushed open the door and shouted into the house: "Cuiying, I'm back."

"Look who I've brought over."

As soon as he finished speaking, Niu Cuiying's head appeared at the kitchen door.

She was asking 'Who is it?', but when she saw it was Chen Mo, her face lit up with surprise.

"Xiaoqing, come help Mom."

After signaling for her daughter to come over, she took off her apron and hurried out of the kitchen.

"Xiao Chen, it hasn't been long since we last met, but you seem like a different person."

"Your looks haven't changed, and your height hasn't changed, but I feel like your temperament has changed a lot."

Niu Cuiying looked Chen Mo up and down; after all, they were only one building apart, and as neighbors, they were familiar with each other.

"Is that so? I think you've become younger too, Auntie Niu. You take such good care of yourself."

Chen Mo replied casually.

As soon as he walked in, he saw the undried lotion on Auntie Niu's face. The reason it wasn't sweat was because the air conditioning was on in the house, and the kitchen had a range hood, so it wouldn't be hot at all.

And the floor in the bathroom was still wet; she must have just taken a shower and done her skincare routine.

There was no problem with him complimenting her like that.

It also confirmed that complimenting a woman on taking good care of herself is a universal panacea.

"You child, you really know how to talk!"

Auntie Niu's face beamed with a very bright smile.

Then she signaled for Uncle Wang, who was lying on the sofa, to go to the kitchen to help.

For a moment, only Chen Mo and Auntie Niu were left in the living room.

Regarding this, Chen Mo knew there must be something she wanted to say to him.

Something that wasn't convenient for Uncle Wang to hear.

What could it be?

"Auntie Niu has something she wants to ask you to help inquire about." As she spoke, a trace of worry appeared on her face.

Hearing this opening, Chen Mo guessed what it was roughly about.

It was most likely that a child from some relative's family had broken the law and had been detained.

Inquiring about the situation was really not difficult for him.

And this kind of thing wasn't taboo either.

Because every police officer had relatives or family members to some extent.

Inquiring back and forth was quite normal.

"Hmm..."

"I suspect your Uncle Wang is cheating!"