Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 24 Back then
Wei Qingsong composed herself and informed Yang Yan's family of the progress in the murder case.

Yang's mother was already weak, and after such a blow, she was so grief-stricken that she almost fainted.

The young man bowed repeatedly and said, "That's great, thank you for finding the real culprit. We, as family members, can finally rest easy."

"You're welcome." Wei Qingsong raised an eyebrow at Yang's mother, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "How will she live from now on?"

"Well, actually, it's always been us relatives who have been taking care of her. Yang Yan has never cared about her mother at all." The young man said this with a hint of resentment.

Wei Qingsong's lips twitched slightly, but he swallowed the words back down.

The deceased are gone, and there's no need to say anything more. Let the living live on, whether with regret or remorse.

When investigating Yang Yan's life, Wei Qingsong had a very bad impression of Yang's mother.

In today's fast-paced society, many people are not ready or have the qualities to be parents, yet they hastily bring a life into this world.

A childhood that should have been vibrant and colorful was shrouded in darkness due to the parents' failed parenting.

Whether it's Yang Yan's tragedy or Li Yundong's downfall, both are inextricably linked to their families of origin.

Yang's mother's current situation is indeed pitiful and tragic, but it is all her own fault. Although Wei Qingsong feels sorry for her, he cannot sympathize with her.

Everyone comes into this world the same way, yet we are all forced to walk different paths. Some end up in the same place, while others become strangers.

She was very fortunate to have met such good adoptive parents as Mr. and Mrs. Wei. Although she was not perfect, at least she never had any thoughts of going astray.

Then look at the paranoid and sinister brother and sister in Bailiwan. If she had grown up in Bailiwan, she might not be the Wei Qingsong she is today.

The young man bowed deeply again: "Officers, I am so grateful to you. The weather is so bad, yet you still go to great lengths to track down the murderer. You are truly great."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qingsong smiled and said, "There aren't that many great people in this world. Police officers are just ordinary people who take it upon themselves to protect the lights of every household."

At this moment, Wei Qingsong finally understood why Lu Jingming had so firmly chosen this path.

It's not because of youthful passion, but because someone has to pass on the torch.

During everyone's student years, they may have participated in or witnessed a speech about dreams.

She used to think that dreams were wild fantasies and shouldn't be taken seriously.

As a young child, her dream was to become a painter. Later, she became obsessed with romance novels and had even more wild fantasies, imagining herself one day traveling back to ancient times to become a princess.

During her high school years, influenced by her history teacher, she wanted to become an archaeologist.

When she filled out her college application, she applied for a foreign language major.

For her, dreams were just something new to talk about every day.

Most people are probably like this, but Lu Jingming is the exception.

At the age of ten, while most children in the elementary school were still playing house and playing in the mud, he stood on the podium, mature beyond his years, his appearance already showing promise. His voice was young yet steady and resolute as he said, "My dream is to become a people's policeman like my father and uphold justice."

At thirteen, the dreams of those children had been replaced by new ones, and his now angular face was cold and indifferent: "My dream is to become a policeman."

At sixteen, Lu Jingming wrote in his essay: "Everyone in the world wants to stay in their comfort zone, so who will be the hero? Someone has to stand up and do what ordinary people cannot or are unwilling to do. If someone is being protected, then someone has to be that protector."

At that time, Wei Qingsong scoffed at this: "What about me? If you go to protect others, who will protect me?"

The boy was wearing a white school uniform, his face still showing signs of immaturity, but his clear black and white eyes were full of seriousness.

"Protecting others is also protecting yourself."

"Ah..." Wei Qingsong pouted, lying on her desk, not wanting to talk. "Then am I the same as everyone else?"

"Who said that?" Lu Jingming played with her hair. "Protecting the lights of every household is my responsibility, but protecting you is the instinct of love, eternal and everlasting."

Wei Qingsong used to find it hard to understand Lu Jingming's thought process, but only today did she begin to vaguely understand the determination and passion hidden beneath his cold exterior.

Helping the victim's family find the real culprit and bring justice to the victim brings a strange sense of satisfaction.

Director's Office.

The interior is furnished in an antique style, with a complete set of purple clay teaware on a sandalwood table.

Director Wang, looking relaxed and content, poured Lu Jingming a cup of tea.

“I don’t know why you’re interested in a six-year-old case, but I can only tell you that the Nanxun Street case was not handled by the Municipal Bureau, and the information I have is minimal. Furthermore, the case has already been closed, and the higher-ups have instructed us not to discuss it further.”

The tea was steaming hot, and the mist obscured Lu Jingming's face, making his expression difficult to discern.

“Nanxun Street belongs to Tangzhou, so why wasn’t it handled by the Municipal Bureau? According to you, if this case is so important, why wasn’t there any word about it six years ago, and why can’t we find any files about it now? This is illogical and procedural.”

Director Wang remained silent for a moment; the usually easy-going and agreeable man now had a somewhat solemn expression.

"Just stop asking."

Lu Jingming's gaze darkened slightly, and he asked, unwilling to give up, "I have one last question. Is Wei Qingsong related to that unknown case?"

Previously, Director Wang had only avoided answering, but now he genuinely looked doubtful: "Songsong? Wasn't she just a college student back then? How could she possibly be connected to Nanxun Street?"

At this point, Lu Jingming understood that Director Wang clearly knew about the Nanxun Street case, but remained silent.

My darlings, my college roommate is getting married and I'm being her bridesmaid! I spent the whole day rehearsing and helping out. The wedding is tomorrow, so there will only be one chapter. I was thinking of asking for leave, but the editor doesn't recommend it qwq. I hope you won't give up on me these next few days. I'll start updating twice a day next week.

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