Chapter 422: Limited to Hugging and Embracing

Hearing Qu Tuotuo describe the other person's appearance, Yu Dazhang knew it was Ye Lin.

No need to think about it — she must have come to visit him during his coma period.

He felt this was perfectly normal.

Ye Lin was already on a mission in Balin City, so visiting him was just a matter of convenience, not a special trip from somewhere else.

"What little white flower?" Qu Tuotuo's brow furrowed slightly:

"I didn't notice, and besides, who wears a white flower on their chest when visiting a patient?"

There's really no common ground with you inexperienced young misses… Yu Dazhang sighed helplessly.

One after another, none of them knew about the widow series.

How are we supposed to communicate in the future?

Yu Dazhang couldn't be bothered to explain and waved his hand, saying:

"She's also a police officer. We worked cases together in Songhai before, and this time she happens to be on a mission here too."

"An undercover female officer?" Qu Tuotuo blinked.

"More or less." Yu Dazhang naturally couldn't reveal Ye Lin's identity, so he could only answer vaguely:

"Same as criminal police — she handles cases too."

He thought the topic would end there, but unexpectedly Qu Tuotuo circled back to it:

"What did you mean earlier about her wearing a little white flower on her chest?"

She's not going to let this go, is she… Yu Dazhang didn't panic; instead, he smiled.

Only his smile, in Qu Tuotuo's eyes, had a certain lecherous quality to it.

"That's a kind of aesthetic concept. Let me show you."

Saying this, Yu Dazhang went to the desk, opened Qu Tuotuo's laptop, and searched up relevant images online:

"Come quick, this is it."

Pointing at the image on the screen, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

He believed there was no need for a couple to avoid this topic.

Besides, Qu Tuotuo had studied abroad and was well-informed — she would surely be able to accept some unusual knowledge.

Seeing Yu Dazhang's mysterious yet excited expression, Qu Tuotuo's curiosity was successfully piqued, and she couldn't help leaning over to look at the image on the screen.

"Isn't this just the outfit a wife wears at her husband's funeral?"

Qu Tuotuo didn't see anything worth looking at.

The husband has passed away, the wife wears mourning clothes and a little white flower on her head — what's so special about that?

Men and women really do have different aesthetics… Unwilling to give up, Yu Dazhang brought out the teacher-student series.

"What's this one?" Qu Tuotuo's head was full of question marks:

"Why are you showing me a teacher and student?"

If I weren't a police officer, I'd pull up some shady website for you today… Yu Dazhang took a deep breath and finally decided to give up.

If we can't communicate, then we just won't communicate.

If he wanted Qu Tuotuo to understand, he'd probably have to show her the humans-and-animals series.

Seeing Yu Dazhang's thoroughly frustrated expression, Qu Tuotuo suddenly had an epiphany.

"I get it now!"

She pointed at Yu Dazhang, her face full of contempt:

"So you're trying to say you like this kind of thing — you're such a pervert."

"Please watch your wording." Yu Dazhang corrected weakly:

"This is a man's taste and refinement — you wouldn't understand."

He had tried many times to discuss matters of romance with Qu Tuotuo.

But no matter what, the two of them could never see eye to eye.

What Qu Tuotuo was interested in was the future — open her mouth and it was ideals, close her mouth and it was life.

To sum it up in four words: looking ahead to the future.

While Yu Dazhang cared more about the present moment; as for what the future held, he really couldn't be bothered to think about it.

In the end, he was more practical.

So the two of them had diverging attitudes toward love.

To put it as an analogy…

Qu Tuotuo was the artistic type.

While Yu Dazhang was the destructive type.

For example, tonight, the physical interaction between the two of them was limited to hugging and embracing — there would absolutely be no mucous-membrane contact.

This was also Yu Dazhang's greatest frustration.

What kind of boyfriend-girlfriend pair doesn't even let you kiss them?

But Qu Tuotuo also gave an official explanation: you gave her a shadow on our first meeting, so we need to take it slow.

After the two finished dinner, Yu Dazhang went to another room. Qu Tuotuo had booked a twin-bed suite — lodging and office combined, very convenient, and naturally the price wasn't low either.

His injuries were mostly healed, and Yu Dazhang also had to start writing his report.

With such a big incident, a report definitely had to be written. If he weren't injured, he should have submitted it long ago.

He could even imagine that many leaders were waiting for his report, wanting a detailed understanding of the specific course of that operation.

When it came to writing reports, Yu Dazhang could absolutely be considered a professional.

Where to embellish, where to avoid pitfalls — he knew it all inside out.

What he was considering now was how to write it so the responsibility could be cleanly brushed off.

The matter of the second gun definitely couldn't be hidden — even if the on-site investigation didn't uncover it, the forensic examiner wouldn't let it pass.

Still, with a little brainwork it could be talked around.

Besides, when it came to the gun, Ye Lin would help explain things clearly on his behalf.

The hardest part of this report to write was the gunfight itself.

The police using the "surround the corpse to strike reinforcements" trick was a bit hard to justify.

And in the end he had even used Zhang Chao's mother as a shield to charge forward, causing her to take two bullets.

Strictly speaking, none of this was something a police officer should have done.

"Absolutely must not mention those four characters — surround the corpse to strike reinforcements."

He first nailed down this one point.

Then he sorted through the general sequence in his mind.

He had first restrained the main suspect.

To prevent her from escaping, he had pinned her in front of his body.

After she was shot, he had handcuffed her to himself — the purpose being to stop her from slipping away in the chaos.

At the final moment, because he and the main suspect were cuffed together, he could only tackle the foreigner while dragging her along.

That foreigner, probably out of panic, had put both bullets into the main suspect.

After sorting out the key points, Yu Dazhang nodded in satisfaction.

Overall it flowed smoothly, the logic was clear — this was a perfect crime scene.

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A perfect arrest scene.

Only the woman and that foreigner knew the truth, but from their perspective, they had no idea what they were thinking at the time.

Taken as a whole, this was the police catching a fugitive.

And the two bullets that hit the woman were fired by the foreigner — that was fact; subjectively, it wasn't something he had caused.

After straightening all this out, Yu Dazhang opened his laptop and began rapidly tapping the keyboard.

The next day, Baling City Bureau.

Inside an office.

Yu Dazhang had just walked in with a little net cap on his head, and the officers inside smoking immediately stubbed out their cigarettes.

"There's still more than half left — what a waste."

He pulled a pack of He Tianxia from his pocket and tossed it on the desk:

"You guys go ahead and smoke. My wound isn't in my lung — I'm not afraid of the smoke."

The officers glanced at each other, then grinned, tore open the He Tianxia on the desk, and each took one, lit it up.

Hardly any criminal investigators didn't smoke.

So in their eyes, Yu Dazhang was the odd one out.

Not only did this oddball not smoke, he was also the best at using his brain.

What puzzled them most was that this oddball always carried cigarettes in his pocket.

Captain Hua also lit one, took two puffs, then said to Yu Dazhang:

"You know, the leaders above are all waiting to see your report now — and that includes me."

As he said this, he made no attempt to hide the anticipation in his eyes.

"It's just an action report, no need for that." Yu Dazhang said dismissively.

"I just want to learn how on earth you're going to write this report." Captain Hua's expression grew serious:

"A while back I killed four people, and the report took me two days."

"And you that afternoon at the KTV killed two, seriously wounded one, then that same night killed another eleven."

"Thirteen dead, one seriously wounded, two captured alive — your report shouldn't take half a month to write?"

The National Security arrest operation was over… Hearing this, Yu Dazhang immediately reached a judgment.

Otherwise National Security wouldn't have reported the KTV incident to the provincial department.

(End of chapter)