Chapter 1132

"Hey, why did my mom leave?"

Ma Yan walked up, looked at Wang Sufang's departing back, and asked curiously, "What were you talking to her about?"

"Good news, you'll know in a few days."

Wang Yan thought about it and still didn't mention Wang Sufang's lung cancer; he respected Wang Sufang's choice. On the other hand, ignorance is bliss.

If the Ma father and daughter really knew, it would truly be as Wang Sufang said—they would be wiping away tears at every opportunity. That sense of helplessness was just too despairing; just thinking about it was painful...

Hearing Wang Yan's words, Ma Yan rolled her eyes, thought for a moment, and had a sudden realization: "It's about the house, right? I knew my dad would be too embarrassed to take the initiative to ask. That's just how he is; whenever he speaks, it's about principles. When he was young, he even dared to block the door of his superiors to scold them. You were the one who went to talk to them, right? Thank you."

"Old Ma is upright and doesn't fear shadows; if you don't do anything wrong, you don't fear ghosts knocking at the door. This principle is well-spoken. If all the people in the country followed principles, our Great Harmony would be in sight."

Wang Yan waved his hand and laughed: "You don't need to thank me; we're all family. Besides, Old Ma is my leader now, we're working together, I have to listen to his command."

"Shameless." Ma Yan rolled her eyes and gave Wang Yan a slap.

"If I were shameless, who would go ask for a house for your family?" Wang Yan laughed: "Let me tell you, Old Ma asked me on the day we departed if I had taken a fancy to you, otherwise why would I be so concerned about your family's affairs."

"Then what did you say?"

"What else could I say? Of course I took a fancy to you. It's just that I'm not old enough, otherwise I'd go to your house to propose tomorrow."

"Get lost, have I even taken a fancy to you, and you're already proposing?"

Wang Yan received another slap, neither light nor heavy, but didn't mind, and instead asked: "How has your review been going lately?"

"Thanks to you, the things I learned before have been picked up, but it's still bumpy, and there are a lot of things I don't know. Are you free? Can you explain it to me? Eat at my house at noon and in the evening."

"Aren't you going to work?"

"I'm on rotation today."

"That's fine, we're all family, no need to be polite."

"Get lost, who's family with you." Ma Yan glared.

"You're overthinking it. You know about the police tradition of passing on experience; Old Ma is my master now, which is like being half a son, isn't that being family?"

Wang Yan said: "I'm a bit hungry for dumplings, go buy some meat and let my aunt wrap some dumplings. Let's go~"

Watching Wang Yan leave, swaying, Ma Yan smiled and took a few quick steps to catch up...

Ma Kui walked home slowly, and before he had even entered the door, he saw Wang Yan fanning the fire and fiddling with the medicine pot at the entrance.

"Why are you here again?" Ma Kui frowned, visibly unhappy.

"I'm here to tutor your daughter for college, what's wrong, don't you welcome me?"

"It's not that I don't welcome you. It's that I'm extremely unwelcome! Seeing you makes my anger rise."

Wang Yan shook his head repeatedly: "Look at you, I'm doing this for your own good. You were too embarrassed to ask for a house, so I shamelessly helped you fight for it, and that's wrong? Old Ma, I have to criticize you; everything I said before was in vain."

Ma Kui glared and scolded with full vigor: "Get lost, is that what I'm talking about?"

"Just tell me if there's anything wrong with me tutoring Ma Yan."

"Hmph."

Ma Kui didn't say much and went straight into the house.

Anyone who loves their daughter feels that their son-in-law is a bit lacking. Not to mention that Ma Yan was an only daughter and Ma Kui felt guilty; under normal circumstances, Wang Yan understood very well.

In fact, Ma Kui wasn't going overboard; it was just that what he said sounded a bit unpleasant, but he didn't have his usual loud voice. It could be attributed to him teasing Wang Yan. Teasing is a Northeast term; as the name implies, it's for amusement.

Wang Sufang, who was cutting vegetables in the outer room, saw Ma Kui enter and laughed: "Don't argue as soon as you see him, where does all that anger come from?"

"I didn't have any, but I got some as soon as I saw him."

Wang Sufang shook her head: "I just heard something about a house, has that been handled?"

"Old Hu said so, promised with a pat on his chest, probably in the next few days." Seeming to feel he had lost face, Ma Kui added: "It's not that I didn't say anything, it's just that this kid has a fast mouth."

"Forget it, Old Ma. If you had said something earlier, we would have moved into the new house by now." Wang Yan's teasing came from outside the door.

"Get lost, you're everywhere."

"He's flustered now." Ma Yan laughed inside the room.

Ma Kui paused and shook his head at Wang Sufang with a bitter smile: "Nothing has happened yet, and she's already siding with outsiders; it's true that a daughter grown up can't be kept."

"Oh, Dad~ what are you saying..."

"It's fine, Uncle, Auntie, you don't need to worry. I'm the only one in my family, so there's nothing to keep me there; even moving into your house is fine, don't worry."

"Get lost, did I agree? Watch your fire." Ma Kui was truly flustered this time. "Didn't you come to tutor her? Why are you watching the fire? Are you done tutoring? If you're done, get out, I don't want to see you."

"Oh, I can't leave now."

"Why?"

Wang Sufang patted the meat she was cutting: "Wang Yan bought the meat, we're having dumplings tonight."

"I think he looks like a dumpling."

That's what he said, but that evening, the three members of the Ma family and Wang Yan still happily ate dumplings—pork and cabbage filling, white flour wrappers, lots of pork, and a little cabbage.

In the year '78, eating a meal of meat-filled dumplings until full was undoubtedly happiness.

This was the second meal of dumplings Ma Kui had eaten since returning; the previous one was just a few days ago after receiving his back pay and various coupons—it was truly a luxury.

But one can never get enough of meat; eating dumplings again today, their mouths were full of oil. They even drank half a jin of liquor.

Ma Kui didn't smoke, only drank. His tolerance wasn't very good, and half a jin was his limit. What he said wasn't anything strange, always inevitably scolding Wang Yongge...

Old Hu was truly efficient; the morning after the next day, before the train departed, the house matter was settled. It was in the same large courtyard where Wang Yan and the others lived, a two-story building, not small in size, truly up to the cadre standard.

Ma Kui had someone notify his family to come and get the keys, pack their luggage, and clean the new house, and also instructed Wang Sufang not to rush, before setting off on another repetitive journey.

Today was no different from the past; the old blind man was still on their train, and Wang Yan and the others were still handling passenger conflicts and catching various thieves.

But today was also a bit unusual...

The train stopped at another station, and Wang Yan got off onto the platform, watching people board while smoking, his eyes also scanning the crowd seeing people off.

"How did you train this eyesight of yours?"

"Criminal bacteria." Wang Yan answered Ma Kui's question, which he had been thinking about and couldn't understand, with a smile: "Isn't that old blind man's dog-nose also very sharp? Being able to smell what someone does, hearing how old someone is—it's all about the same."

"What's up, did you spot a criminal?"

"Who could spot one? There aren't that many people committing crimes."

At the previous station, Wang Yan checked someone's ticket and then asked if they had been processed before, and the person said they had been locked up for hitting someone. Ma Kui, who was standing by, saw this, and his already curious heart couldn't stop. After all, he was also a veteran policeman, and a very good one at that; Wang Yan's skill made him envious.

And it wasn't just him who was envious; everyone was.

After such a long time, Wang Yan had become famous in their bureau. Everyone could catch thieves, and every trip could catch a few, but no one caught them like Wang Yan; his track record was too fierce.

Wang Yan changed the subject and tilted his head toward the distance: "But I feel that woman has a problem."

Ma Kui followed Wang Yan's gaze and saw a woman in the distance wearing a headscarf, with a large mole on her face, whose appearance made one feel she was three parts mean.

This woman had a cloth bag hanging on her arm and a handful of melon seeds in her hand, walking and cracking them all the way, her mouth like a machine gun, spitting out melon seed shells as she went.

Ma Kui questioned: "Bad hygiene? Mean appearance?"

"Criminal bacteria."

"I'll kick you to death."

Wang Yan laughed and dodged Ma Kui's slow kick, which wasn't intended to land, and said: "I really can't explain it, I just feel she has a problem. Old Ma, trust me, something is definitely going to happen next, either something will be lost or a child will be lost."

"You say that, but when is there ever nothing happening?" Ma Kui huffed, but didn't say anything else.

Because from the time he started working until now, not a single person had escaped the theft incidents that occurred on the train, which was quite terrifying.

Wang Yan smiled and didn't say much more, continuing to smoke and watching people board the train noisily.

That woman was the human trafficker from the original story, the culprit who had stolen the old blind man's daughter, whom he had been desperately searching for. In the original story, Ma Kui and Wang Xin had spent many years visiting and investigating before finally catching this trafficker, who had already aged.

By then, the trafficker was no longer stealing on the train, but focusing on gaining people's trust, and then having three or five big men take them down—truly a wicked breed...

Sure enough, two stops later, before getting off at the third stop, Wang Yan and the others were patrolling as usual, reminding people to take care of their belongings and checking if anything was lost.

They had just caught a thief and brought him back for Ma Kui to interrogate when they saw Cai Xiaonian running over quickly: "Wang Yan, a child was lost in the third carriage, hurry, hurry."

Wang Yan nodded and squeezed through the crowded aisle very forcefully.

During the process, he didn't slack off, still constantly looking at luggage and people's facial expressions. Although a person who was definitely a trafficker had appeared, it didn't necessarily mean this trafficker had stolen the child, so he couldn't be negligent.

Just like that, Wang Yan went all the way, annoying the passengers, and some were already cursing.

But soon, people who often took this train reminded them, talking about Wang Yan's awesome track record as the protector of the people, and for a time, the discussion around Wang Yan became lively.

The carriage loudspeaker also rang out, with Yao Yuling's sweet voice, which fit the characteristics of the era, coming through again and again: "Comrade passengers, comrade passengers, just a moment ago, a six-year-old boy went missing. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a round face, wearing a white shirt, black pants, and blue cloth shoes..."

Amidst this sound, Wang Yan arrived at the fifth carriage and saw the woman with the mole at the carriage junction.

This woman was still cracking melon seeds like a machine gun, with shells scattered all over the floor, leaning against the carriage and shaking leisurely. Beside her feet was a sack, already covered with many melon seed shells.

Wang Yan stopped and said very friendly: "Comrade, let me check your bag."

"No, no... Oh... Police are hitting people, police are hitting people..."

Wang Yan slapped her on the shoulder, pinning her against the carriage door. The melon seeds scattered all over the floor, and she slid to the ground. Then, ignoring the pain, she kicked and made a scene on the ground, screaming for her life, while clutching the sack tightly.

Wang Yan ignored all that, kicked her, and opened the sack.

Nothing new, just wrapped in a thin quilt, hiding a human shape. The main point was the element of surprise.

And then, unsurprisingly, she was beaten up by the surrounding crowd. It was only under the protection of Ma Kui and Wang Xin, who had arrived, that the trafficker wasn't beaten to death.

This time, Wang Yan didn't follow them to the dining car, but walked another carriage forward and caught a man to bring back.

"Who is this?" Wang Xin asked.

"Accomplice."

"I'm not, I'm really not." The man shook his head frantically.

Wang Yan slapped him, looking at the pitiful female trafficker sitting there: "You tell me, is he or isn't he?"

Ma Kui said from the side: "Reporting merits will be rewarded."

The female trafficker didn't hesitate for a second: "Yes! He has helped me catch four children!"

"I f*** your... ah..."

The man wanted to curse, but was kicked to the ground by Wang Yan, holding his stomach and wailing. Then he took out handcuffs and cuffed him decisively.

Now the carriage was full of their own people; although he had used force, it was clearly not a problem. Besides, this was a necessary means to control a suspect, which everyone could understand.

At this moment, the carriage door was clicked open. Everyone looked over and saw Cai Xiaonian bringing the old blind man over.

At this moment, the old blind man was a bit excited, walking very fast and unsteadily, so Wang Xin quickly stepped forward to support him: "Slow down."

"I can't slow down, I can't slow down..."

The old blind man sniffed and walked forward quickly, finally stopping in front of the female trafficker.

"It's you! It's you!" The old blind man grabbed the woman's clothes excitedly, "Where did you sell my daughter?"

Everyone quickly stepped forward to stop the old blind man.

But they saw the old blind man actually kneel down directly: "Twenty years ago..."

"It's been so long, how would I remember? Even if I remembered, so many years have passed, who knows what happened?" The female trafficker looked disgusted.

Ma Kui helped the old blind man up and comforted him: "Brother, stay steady first. The train has arrived at the station, we have to send the person to the station police here. I'll talk to them, you go with them."

"Thank you, thank you all, thank you." The old blind man was already in tears.

Twenty years of persistence, finding the person in one day, but facing a result that had long been prepared, he was already in a state of chaos.

If he couldn't find the trafficker, he couldn't find the person, and there would still be hope in his heart...