Courtyard House: In this life, I have a new home!

Sha Zhu muttered angrily, "Just because you have a gun doesn't mean you're so great. One day I'll..."

"What can you do? They don't have guns, so you can't beat them."

Yi Zhonghai frowned. "It's getting late. Go back to sleep. You have to go to work tomorrow."

After Sha Zhu left, Yi Zhonghai stood up. A dull ache throbbed in his lower abdomen; he reached down and felt something pricking him, and touching it made the pain worse.

"That's strange, when did a cactus thorn stick up here?"

He gritted his teeth and pulled the thorn out.

Little did he know, the thorn was shot by Li Weidong, and it had severed one of his meridians. He was in for a rough time.

Yi Zhonghai had no time for that; his mind was elsewhere. He quickly pushed open the door to the deaf old woman's room. The room was pitch black, and the deaf old woman sat in a chair, her eyes gleaming green like a she-wolf's.

"That little bastard is back, but he didn't get the job done."

The deaf old woman's voice was eerie.

"If 067 gets caught and betrays us, we're finished."

Yi Zhonghai was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands together.

"No, they're probably already dead."

The deaf old woman spoke with certainty, "Even if he didn't die, he would take his own life. We're... fine, he won't be able to find us."

"Don't worry about that. Go back to sleep and just don't give yourself away tomorrow."

Yi Zhonghai breathed a sigh of relief: "No, absolutely no problem, we didn't do anything."

When Li Weidong arrived home, Lin Yurou was still in the main room sewing shoe soles. She was waiting for him to return, and when she heard a car outside, she quickly got up to greet him.

"Hey, Dong-ge, what's wrong with you?"

Under the light, Lin Yurou saw that Li Weidong was clutching a blood-stained garment in his hand, with a large wet patch on the waistband, the color of which was clearly blood.

"It's nothing, just a scrape."

Li Weidong said in a calm tone, "Get me some salt water to wash it off. I'll go get the first-aid kit."

He has a medicine cabinet in his bedroom containing commonly used medications, as well as alcohol and bandages.

"Dong-ge, don't go out at night anymore."

Tears welled up in Lin Yurou's eyes. "Who did this?"

"spy."

Li Weidong didn't hesitate. "It's probably related to what I was doing. Don't worry, I'll remember this next time and it won't happen again."

Lin Yurou carefully wiped away the bloodstains next to his ribs. Only when she saw that the wound was indeed just a scratch and had stopped bleeding did she feel relieved.

You could see the three-centimeter-long, finger-thick cut, the deepest part of which was about the size of a mung bean. Tears streamed down her face.

"Don't cry. Clean the wound with alcohol, use tweezers to hold the alcohol-soaked cotton ball, and then sprinkle the powder from this small bottle on it."

Li Weidong was in charge.

As soon as the alcohol swab touched the wound, Li Weidong shuddered in pain.

"It's all my fault, I'm clumsy and hurt you."

Lin Yurou quickly stopped, her face full of self-reproach, "I...I..."

"It's okay, keep going. Alcohol is meant to sting anyway."

Li Weidong said.

After the wound was bandaged, Lin Yurou was sweating profusely with nervousness. The gauze was applied, and then secured with adhesive tape.

"Alright, it's getting late. You should wash up and go to bed. I'll dry myself off too."

Li Weidong said.

Lin Yurou fetched him some water, and after he finished wiping himself in the bedroom, she came in to take the dirty water away before returning to her own room with a guilty conscience.

Li Weidong lay in bed, puzzled. He had barely made a move when he was being watched. It seemed the information he had seen in his later life was correct; back in the 1960s, there were still quite a few spies operating underground.

"Luckily, I have strong mental strength and sensed something was wrong in advance."

Li Weidong thought to himself, "I never expected that in a moment of desperation, I would use my telekinesis to throw a four-pound cleaver more than ten meters away and cleave open a person's skull."

"By the way, my mental strength shouldn't be able to withstand this attack. Let's see how much I have left."

"Open your personal panel."

Li Weidong: Male (20 years old)

Physical condition: 100

Strength: 100

Agility: 60

Mental Power: 100

Skills: Tai Chi Chuan has reached the Grandmaster level, and Telekinesis has been upgraded to the Intermediate level.

"Holy crap, my mental energy is maxed out! My telekinesis level jumped a whole level!"

"No wonder I felt so clear-headed just now. When I was bleeding, I could stop the bleeding immediately by using my mental energy!"

"Agility has also increased to 60!"

Li Weidong was incredibly pleased.

He was so focused on being nervous that he didn't notice what was happening, but now he realizes that he feels like a completely different person.

The next day, before dawn, I got up at five o'clock as usual. I practiced Tai Chi and Bajiquan in the bedroom. At six o'clock sharp, I went out to wash up.

Lin Yurou said softly, "Brother Dong, I cooked rice porridge with red dates and sprinkled some brown sugar on it. Would you like some?"

"No, no, no, your clothes are covered in blood, it looks scary, but there wasn't much blood."

Li Weidong smiled and said, "I don't like sweet things, you guys drink."

"By the way, I just threw away those blood-stained clothes; I was too lazy to wash them."

Although Lin Yurou felt a little heartbroken, she remembered that there were still a few bolts of cloth at home, so she obediently nodded.

Li Weidong walked to the gate of the compound, carrying his pants and shirt, only to find two heavily armed soldiers standing there, one on each side.

Yan Bugui was peeking around, looking curiously.

Li Weidong knew that these two soldiers were sent because of what happened last night, and it seemed that his superiors valued him quite a bit.

He walked to the toilet and could smell the stench from a distance. He threw his clothes into the trash heap next to the toilet and quickly turned to leave.

They hadn't gone far when they ran into Director Zhang.

Chief Zhang was with two police officers, each with a gun tucked into their belt. Seeing their weapons, Li Weidong suddenly felt that his own gun wasn't so bad after all.

Chief Zhang was carrying the same model of pistol as him, while the two police officers were still carrying Mauser C96 pistols. It seemed that the military had just changed its equipment and given the police their older, still-functioning guns.

"Chief Engineer Li, I was just saying I was going to look for you!"

Director Zhang called out to him.

The eyes of both Director Zhang and the two police officers were red, clearly indicating they hadn't slept all night.

At that moment, Yi Zhonghai rushed past from the side, needless to say, heading straight for the public toilet.

Yi Zhonghai also caught sight of Li Weidong and Director Zhang, and nodded to them. He felt relieved—the police hadn't come looking for trouble, which meant that the guy from last night was dead, and it wouldn't involve him in the future.

"That old Yi, so early in the morning..."

Director Zhang shook his head and didn't say much. Everyone has their moments of anxiety.

"Looking for me? What does Zhang want?"

Li Weidong asked.

"Last night, we joined forces with several departments and conducted a thorough investigation, but we didn't find any clues. However, we did arrest quite a few hidden enemy agents."

Director Zhang said, "You need to be more careful in the future."

Seeing that Director Zhang looked exhausted, Li Weidong advised, "Your eyes are bloodshot from staying up all night. Go back and rest. Your health is important."

Director Zhang waved his hand: "Those of us in this line of work are used to staying up all night. Be careful yourself. It's fine during the day, but don't wander around alone at night."

"I've got it."

Li Weidong nodded. "Actually, those spies failed, so they shouldn't dare to make any more rash moves."

"That's true, but we can't let our guard down."

Director Zhang's tone was firm: "We must force these people out and make them unable to hide anymore."

Before he could finish speaking, a gasp suddenly came from the restroom, followed by a burst of laughter.

Director Zhang frowned and was about to walk over there: "Let's go take a look!"

Li Weidong stopped him: "Don't rush, there are so many people queuing at the toilet so early in the morning, what could be so serious? Probably someone accidentally fell into the toilet, the smell..."

He felt disgusted just talking about it, and waved his hand, not continuing.

Director Zhang's throat also felt itchy from these words.

Just then, a few people came out of the restroom, and Chief Zhang shouted to an old man in his fifties, "Old Hu, what happened in there?"

Old Hu, suppressing a laugh, his face flushed red: "Old Yi made a complete fool of himself! He lost his balance and fell headfirst into a latrine, covered in it from head to toe..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yi Zhonghai walked out of the toilet.

His head and face were covered in a yellowish-brown substance. He stood on the platform next to the toilet, his face the same color as the stuff on his body.

Back then, public toilets were simply built: a 50-centimeter-high cement platform with a row of sloping pits dug out on top, spaced about a meter apart. There was a shallow trough in front for urinating, and a deep pit in the back.

The pit was at least a meter deep, and in the summer it was teeming with all sorts of things, including maggots and flies huddled together in dense swarms.

Yi Zhonghai had just squatted down and was about to relax when his legs suddenly gave way, and he fell backward and tumbled into the pit.

No one dared to reach out and pull them away; they all covered their noses and ran out.

Yi Zhonghai climbed out on his own. Fortunately, the pit was only one meter deep, so he didn't drown.

Sha Zhu arrived just then and, seeing Yi Zhonghai's state, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Grandpa! Did you fall into the latrine? I'll get you some water! You can't go back to the yard like that!"

The shout reached half the street.

Within two minutes, a large crowd swarmed over, all standing at a distance to watch the spectacle.

Yi Zhonghai was completely petrified. If it weren't for the covering he was wearing that prevented him from showing his face, he would have run home and hidden away long ago. He cared most about his reputation in this life, but now he could only stand here and be humiliated like a monkey.

"Why am I so unlucky? Why did my legs go weak?"

Yi Zhonghai cursed a thousand times in his heart, stood there with his eyes closed, waiting for Sha Zhu to bring water to rinse him.

Sha Zhu led a group of people over, carrying basins and buckets.

"Grandpa, we're about to splash some water!"

Sha Zhu shouted at the top of his lungs, and then a bucket of water splashed out.

Yan Jiecheng was carrying a small basin about the size of a bowl, filled with water that could probably be swallowed in one gulp. He splashed it from a distance, and without much force, the water just splattered all over the open ground.

"This guy is really useless. I bet Yi Zhonghai's pants are covered in grease."

Li Weidong stood far to the side and slowly said, "He probably fell into the cesspool naked."

"Shazhu, tell all the women to step aside. Yi Zhonghai should take off all his clothes and rinse off. Forget about those clothes; have his wife bring him clean ones."

Yi Zhonghai's heart was bleeding. He knew Li Weidong was saying that on purpose. On the surface, it seemed like he was helping him solve his problem, but in reality, he was peeling away his dignity layer by layer in front of everyone.

"Women, stop making a fuss here! What's so interesting about an old man?"

Sha Zhu shouted at the top of his lungs.

Yi Zhonghai really wanted to kill Sha Zhu right now.

"Also, bring over the fire hydrant."

Li Weidong continued, "The water pressure is high, so it's clean in just a few rinses."

"Tsk tsk, with him acting like this, I bet everyone's skipping breakfast. Who can eat anything? Those with weak stomachs' probably'll just throw up."