Era: Seven money-losing girls? They're trying to trick me into having a daughter again!

Fang Wei dragged Yang Qian towards Village Chief Zhou's house.

Yang Qian was still sobbing the whole way, but he was much better than before when he looked like he was about to die.

When they arrived at the gate of Village Chief Zhou's house, Fang Wei didn't knock but pushed the gate open and went inside.

Village Chief Zhou was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea when the big yellow dog saw Fang Wei dragging Yang Qian in. It barked once and then lay down on the ground.

"Village chief, Yang Qian's house has been robbed, and sixty yuan has been stolen."

Fang Wei didn't waste any words and directly stated his purpose: "I need to borrow your bicycle for a moment. I'm taking him to the town's police station to report the case."

"How much? Sixty yuan?!"

Village Chief Zhou stared at Yang Qian, shocked, and said, "Didn't you always say in the village that the money Fang Wei gave you was all given to your father? How could it have been stolen?!"

Yang Qian lowered his head and said softly, "How can a grown man like me not have any money on him..."

So when his father took away the hundred yuan from selling shrimp, he threw a tantrum at home and demanded back the sixty yuan from selling wild boar.

Who knew that just a few days after getting the money back, someone would target them!

Fang Wei finally understood what was going on. He shook his head and pushed out the old-fashioned bicycle from the corner of the yard.

This vehicle is usually used by Village Chief Zhou when he goes to town on business. Now, all he could say was, "Ride fast on the road, don't delay."

"understood."

Fang Wei straddled the bicycle, braced himself with his legs on the ground, and turned to shout at Yang Qian, "Hurry up and get on!"

Yang Qian quickly climbed onto the back seat and grabbed the metal frame under the seat.

"Hold on tight!"

Before he could even settle in, Fang Wei stomped on the pedals, and the old-fashioned bicycle shot off.

"Dawei! Slow down! The wheel has run over a stone!"

Yang Qian was nearly thrown off by the jolting, but dared not let go, and was tossed around in the back seat of the car.

Fang Wei ignored him completely, just kept pedaling hard, and returned to town in less than 20 minutes. He braked suddenly and stopped the car in front of the police station.

Yang Qian got off the back seat and hadn't even stood up properly when he was grabbed and rushed into the police station.

Fang Wei quickly scanned the hall. Good, Song Xuezhuan wasn't there.

They were greeted by a middle-aged policeman with a resolute face and a buzz cut, dressed in a neat police uniform, sitting behind the table near the door.

"What do you want?"

Fang Wei pushed Yang Qian forward: "Speak."

Yang opened his mouth, but before he could speak, tears streamed down his face again: "Officer! My money... my money was stolen! Sixty yuan! Sixty yuan!"

"How many?"

The male police officer frowned and said sternly, "Say it again, how much money was stolen from you?"

"Sixty or sixty dollars..."

Seeing that his expression was off, Yang Qian immediately lowered his voice. Had he said something wrong?

"Young man, do you know what sixty yuan means?"

The male police officer said in a deep voice, "This already falls under the category of a major theft case involving a large sum of money, and it fully meets the standards for criminal prosecution!"

"Officer, I had sixty yuan stolen from me!"

Yang Qian thought the policeman didn't believe him, and hurriedly said, "I swear to God! I'm absolutely not lying to you! It really is sixty yuan!"

"OK."

The male police officer nodded, picked up a black leather notebook and a pen from the table, and shouted into the lobby, "Xu! Xiao! Calling! Big case!"

"They're here!"

Two young police officers ran up quickly from behind, one holding handcuffs and the other putting on his uniform.

The male police officer made Yang Qian recount the time, place, and details of the theft in detail, while he listened and quickly wrote them down in his notebook. Finally, he grabbed the peaked cap from the table and put it on his head.

"Let's go! To Laotang Village!"

A sidecar motorcycle sputtered into Laotang Village and headed straight for Yang Qian's house. Fang Wei and Yang Qian followed behind them on bicycles.

"Police! The police are here!"

"Where are we?! What are the police doing in our village?"

"People here to investigate! Yang's family was robbed; sixty yuan was stolen!"

"How much? Sixty yuan?! My goodness!"

The villagers surrounded Yang Qian's house, whispering amongst themselves.

The male police officer went straight to the room where Yang Qian was sleeping, walked to the bedside, bent down and carefully examined the brick that had been pried open.

The bricks were clearly pried open from the outside with something; there was a white pry mark on the edge of the bricks, and some fragments of the bricks were scattered on the ground.

"Is this where you hide your money?"

"Yes, yes, yes! This is it!"

Yang Qian nodded repeatedly, his face contorted with grief, and said, "I wrapped all the money in a cloth, stuffed it into this hole, and covered it with bricks!"

"I thought nobody knew! I didn't even tell my father!"

His father probably already knows that all sixty yuan has been stolen, and he might even get a beating!

The male police officer carefully searched the floor and under the bed again, then stood up with a frown.

"Is there anything suspicious in the yard? Have the windows been pried open? Has the door lock been tampered with?"

“No, no…”

Yang Qian looked blank. After thinking hard for a moment, he said, "My door lock has always been fine, and the windows aren't broken. It's just that someone pried open the bricks."

The male police officer grunted in response, already having formed some conclusions in his mind: this must have been an inside job, someone who knew where Yang had hidden the money beforehand.

"Xiao Xu, Xiao Xiao, begin the visits!"

The two young police officers obediently followed orders and began knocking on the doors of every household in Laotang Village.

"Have you seen any strangers walking around the village these past two days? Or have you noticed anyone acting suspiciously?"

Where were you yesterday afternoon and evening? Did you notice anything unusual?

"The family across from Yang's house, did you hear any noise last night?"

The entire Laotang Village was thrown into chaos.

Yang Qianjia's affair was too obvious. Everyone knew in their hearts that the thief must be from the village, so they saw everyone as a thief and felt that nothing was right!

Everyone is trying to recall what happened in the past two days.

Laotang Village is a typical close-knit community where most able-bodied men work in the fields during the day, leaving only some elderly people to take care of their grandchildren.

If they hadn't staked out the area beforehand, the thief would have been recognized immediately upon entering the village.

In addition, there were hardly any surveillance cameras back then, and the police relied entirely on knocking on doors and taking notes word by word in a notebook when they came to investigate.

They searched until it was completely dark, but the three officers hadn't found any valuable clues.

"Let's call it a day and head back."

The male police officer walked up to Fang Wei and Yang Qian, straightened the brim of his peaked cap, and looked somewhat unwilling but also helpless.

"Comrade Yang, it's getting late, so we'll stop the investigation here for now. We'll come back to continue tomorrow."