The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

Wu Tiejun arranged for someone to take a statement from Grandpa Wang.

Then Wu Tiejun led his men to the inner room to search Wang Dashun's room.

Yang Dalin wasn't a formal police officer, so he just sat there without moving.

But after a while, Wu Tiejun came out and gave Yang Dalin a look.

He was gestured to come out.

Yang Dalin followed him out the door, where a number of neighbors had already gathered to watch the commotion.

They were all talking at once, discussing something.

Yang Dalin knew how powerful public opinion could be these days.

These people were stopped by the police and cannot come over for the time being.

However, we need to provide an answer as soon as possible.

It would be bad if any more bad rumors came out.

After Wu Tiejun came out, he pulled him aside and whispered, "They didn't find any big money in that room, just a few dollars' worth of small bills."

Yang Dalin frowned.

I'm sure I'm not mistaken. After Wang Dashun got off work, Yang Dalin personally followed him home.

He certainly wouldn't entrust the money to his underling for safekeeping.

What if my underling takes the money and runs away?

Yang Dalin scanned the crowd in the courtyard and concluded that his older brother's gang was unlikely to be among them.

Wang Dashun probably wouldn't be so foolish as to arrange for his gang members to live in the same courtyard as him.

Wouldn't that make it easy to expose yourself?

Even his subordinates might not know that he lives here.

That means the money might be hidden in other, more concealed places.

For example, the house where Grandpa Wang lives.

Or the small kitchen built next to it.

Yesterday, Yang Dalin quickly heard the sound of him chopping vegetables and cooking.

Yang Dalin didn't say anything. He walked to the door of the small kitchen. The door wasn't locked, and a stick was used to hold the lock in place.

Yang Dalin removed the stick and pushed open the door.

He lowered his head and entered the small kitchen.

The kitchen was small and still had a wood-fired stove.

Yang Dalin scanned the furnishings in the room one by one; the items were simply arranged.

A cupboard, a few broken jars.

A wood-fired stove.

A small table.

One of the legs of the small table was broken, so it was propped up with bricks.

On one side of the table were several small jars, and on the other side was a cutting board.

The items were arranged quite neatly.

Yang Dalin checked everything in the house.

They even opened the jar and took a look inside, and rummaged through the ashes under the wood-fired stove.

They found nothing.

Yang Dalin couldn't help but feel a little suspicious; something wasn't right.

Was I wrong?

impossible.

Yang Dalin went to the room where Grandpa Wang lived and found the police officers searching the room.

Obviously, they didn't find anything; they didn't gain anything.

That's strange, so Yang Dalin started chatting with Grandpa Wang.

Mr. Wang was a little scared at first, but now he sees that although the police searched the place, they didn't damage or make a mess of things; they handled everything gently.

He speaks much more normally now. As long as he can prove that he didn't see wrong and that the fellow villager is fine, then he'll be fine too.

Yang Dalin chatted with Grandpa Wang for a while, and Grandpa Wang mentioned a small matter that made Yang Dalin feel that something was wrong.

That is, every night before his fellow villager went to bed, he would check the kitchen door again.

They said they were afraid rats would get in and ruin the grain.

The door... Yang Dalin remembered.

There were two new boards in the middle of the door.

It's a different color than the original.

Yang Dalin asked Grandpa Wang, "Was the door to your kitchen in the middle about to break?"

A newly replaced motherboard?

Grandpa Wang nodded: "Yes, that door had been there for a long time and was about to break down. I hadn't replaced it before, thinking I could just make do with what I had. But my fellow villager came and helped me replace it after I injured my leg."

Yang Dalin hurriedly ran out and walked to the kitchen door.

With one officer holding the door open, Yang Dalin pressed down on a new board in the middle of the door, and with a strong push, the board came down.

These are two grooves that hold two pieces of wood in place. You can remove them by pressing down and lifting them upwards.

There was another board inside, with a cloth bag in the middle, like it was wrapped around a book. It was very flat. When you opened the cloth bag, there was another layer of oil paper inside. When you lifted a corner of the oil paper, you saw a lot of money.

Yang Dalin quickly closed it again.

He handed it to Wu Tiejun, who was standing to the side.

Other onlookers only saw that Yang Dalin found a bag, but they didn't see what was inside.

After all, Yang Dalin was blocking their view.

If the neighbors saw that Yang Dalin had found so much money, who knows what they would say about it?

Wu Tiejun took the bag and went into Grandpa Wang's room.

Grandpa Wang was a little bewildered when he saw Wu Tiejun come in with a bag.

He clearly knew that this was something that had just been found in the search.

Wu Tiejun held up the bag and asked, "Comrade Lao Wang, is this your bag?"

Grandpa Wang shook his head: "No, I don't have this bag, but this cloth looks like the kind my fellow villager brought in a small bundle."

It must be his.

"Are you sure it's not yours?"

"It's really not mine. I wouldn't hide anything in that small kitchen. It's not locked, it's not safe."

I hide all my money and tickets on this bed where I sleep.

How could I possibly hide things in a locked kitchen?

Seeing that Grandpa Wang didn't seem to be lying, Wu Tiejun nodded, went into the inner room, opened the bag, and the group counted the money separately; it totaled more than five thousand yuan.

There were also some national grain coupons, one of which was stained with ink.

Comrade Zhang said, "I remember this grain coupon. A teacher who lost money once said that he had a grain coupon that was accidentally stained with ink. Before he could spend it, it was stolen."

Then it's confirmed without a doubt that it's stolen money.

Goodness, these guys must have made a lot of money this month.

If they hadn't been greedy and hadn't left directly, they might never have been caught.

This boss is also quite adept at hiding money.

They're playing a game of hiding the truth.

If it weren't for Da Linzi's quick thinking, they might not have been able to find the stolen money.

Wu Tiejun couldn't possibly believe everything that Grandpa Wang said.

Two police officers were left behind, essentially under house arrest.

The others took the stolen money back with them.

Some nosy neighbors even asked, "Officer, what happened? Is Old Wang a spy?"

Wu Tiejun glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense without evidence. Our police will find out the facts quickly and then announce them to everyone."

You are all neighbors living in the same courtyard. Without evidence, don't spread rumors before our police release the facts.

Otherwise, you'll also be invited to the police station for questioning.

The man was startled by Wu Tiejun and backed away.

Seeing that no one else had any objections.

Then everyone returned to the vehicle.

Tian Xueyi then asked, "Didn't they catch anyone?"

Yang Dalin replied, "No, there's only an old man inside who injured his leg. He's been bedridden for many days and hasn't left the house. He even goes to the toilet inside."

Captain Wu left two men to watch over him, but didn't bring any with him.

Otherwise, if it gets transferred to the branch office, that would be troublesome too.

Upon hearing this, Tian Xueyi stopped asking questions and drove everyone back home.

Back at the branch office, Yang Dalin met Dou Xiaolong.

Dou Xiaolong asked anxiously, "Did you find any evidence?"

Wu Tiejun took the bag of money out of his satchel: "We've found the stolen money, Captain."

Dou Xiaolong said excitedly, "Great, those people are vehemently denying it."