Uncle Bao looked at the people entering Mu Rulan’s precious house anxiously. He decided to notify her about it: if there was something in there that shouldn’t be broadcast to the public, he could at least help her hide it.
The students were in their first afternoon class, and Mu Rulan was in her seat smiling at the indifferent face at the podium. The man was lecturing on some fascinating subjects, pencil elegantly following the movements of his fingers.
Mo Qianren had already tried to glare at her with a scary face, but she had no reaction to it at all. Her eyes were full of aggression, which didn’t creep him out, but rather made his entire body hot. What could he do?
The man wrote a formula on the blackboard, ignoring that blazing gaze despite the tips of his ears turning red.
Ou Kaicheng was only a few seats away from Mu Rulan. With just a slight turn of his head he could see that gentle smile on Mu Rulan’s face.
He was so in love with this girl. He didn’t know when, but somehow his love had turned into a strong, possessive love, so strong that it made his heart ache. Just like now, his heart burned in his chest as he saw her look at someone, a man. He felt like she would be stolen away.
It drove him mad with jealousy. Translated by The Novelst
Mu Rulan noticed Ou Kaicheng looking at her, but before she could turn her head, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.
She glanced at the blackboard and ducked under her desk to take the call. On the other end of the line, Uncle Bao said urgently, “Miss, a few policemen have entered your home. I’m not sure what they’re looking for, but they have a search warrant. I can’t stop them…”
Mu Rulan went silent. When Mo Qianren turned around, she was already standing and smiling up at him, “Teacher Mo, I’m sorry. I have to leave for a few minutes. May I leave the classroom?”
Mo Qianren looked at her briefly before nodding, “Only five minutes.”
Mn, the angle of her mouth was 0.5 degrees off. Her mood had probably been affected by something.
Outside the classroom, Mu Rulan took out her phone and dialed a number…
“It seems there’s not any clues here,” said a policeman, standing inside Mu Rulan’s bedroom.
“There wasn’t anything to see here to begin with anyways,” one of the female police officers responded, looking round the room.
“Well, you’re right. This is Mu Rulan’s house, anyway. We can just skip it. Why did we waste our time checking it?”
“You fool!” He was slapped on the back of the head. “How can you say that? This is a serious job. Even if it was your house that was here, we’re still obligated to go in and check. Don’t you know this is all according to procedure?”
“Alright, alright. There’s only one room left. Let’s go look,” the female police officer spoke out.
“Ugh. You guys go first. My stomach hurts and I need a toilet,” said one of the male officers, covering his stomach.
“I have a stomach ache too!” Another officer was covering his stomach. “Damn it, don’t tell me something went wrong with the tofu we ate in the afternoon. Didn’t the boss say that the tofu he cooked was fine?!”
“Hey…” The woman glared at them, but the pair rushed to the bathrooms in the up- and downstairs, leaving her all alone.
“That’s why I told you guys not to be greedy. Boss cooks delicious food, but nobody escapes the diarrhea afterwards!”
Though she was complaining, she still had to continue working. She exited the bedroom to make her way to the room at the far end of the hallway.
Jin Biaohu lay there, eyes wide and breathing heavy. As long as he could be found, he would stay alive and manage to find a way to lock Mu Rulan, that creepy person, in jail. He really didn’t ever want to see her again. She was too scary!
He could hear the footsteps drawing nearer, and he could nearly taste it: the policewoman opening the door to see him, screaming to get attention and assistance for him.
She grabbed the handle and turned it to push —
It wouldn’t open!
She let out a wondering sound, lowering her head to inspect the handle. The doorknob had turned, but she couldn’t push it open. Was it stuck?
She applied pressure again but it didn’t open. But she noticed something strange: a lock at the top and bottom of the door.
What was inside this room that it needed three locks?
She felt it was odd.
Bringing her walkie talkie to her lips, she said, “There’s a lock on the last room. The keys…”
“No need, just come down. We’re going to check on the other houses,” was the response from downstairs.
“Huh?” She was surprised. “Aren’t we going to finish searching? I still have one room left to check.”
“Mn. Come down, and call that one in the toilet to come out too.”
“Oh, alright.” Translated by The Novelst
She walked away.
Jin Biaohu could hear what was going on outside and tried to use his nose to let out a while, but he was too weak. He wanted to make some noise but he was already crippled in all his limbs. Without strength, what could he do? Had hoped once again slipped away from him?
As the policewoman walked down the stairs, she came to a stop. She turned around and looked strangely back at the room. Had she heard a noise just now?
“Let’s go,” said her colleague, having finished with the bathroom.
“…Okay.” She gave one last glance back to the room before continuing to walk down the stairs. It must have been her imagination.
Jin Biaohu stared at the ceiling in despair. He could confirm that truly he had done too many bad things. That was why he couldn’t grab the hope that had dangled right before him.
Proofread by: Hannah