Chapter 54: My Relationship with the Supervisor Huang (1/2)

When Dali was settled in and I was about to leave, Huang Xiaotao sent me a text message saying, “Song Yang, you must come to the parking lot right now! Something’s gone wrong!”

That made me really worried. I hurried to the parking lot as quickly as I could, but when I found out what Huang Xiaotao meant when she said something went wrong, I almost burst out laughing.

It turned out that Luo Weiwei accidentally hit a pillar as she drove Huang Xiaotao’s black BMW out of the parking lot. A piece of paint chipped off of the car door. It seemed that Luo Weiwei’s car skills were not up to par!

Huang Xiaotao was groaning as if in pain while caressing her car. Luo Weiwei stood there beside her saying, “Oh, what’s the big deal? I’ll pay you the money for the repairs, okay?”

Huang Xiaotao waved her hand and said, “Forget it, I have car insurance, but it’s just too much trouble! I hate dealing with those people from the insurance company!”

Huang Xiaotao asked me to help her get the car out as it was stuck between pillars, but I told her I might make things worse. In the end, it was Wang Yuanchao who came to the rescue. In seconds, he got Huang Xiaotao’s car out with seemingly no effort at all.

“Well done! You really are an experienced driver!” praised Huang Xiaotao.

“Do you know what the phrase experienced driver means?” I asked her, almost choking.

“Doesn’t it just mean what it says?” Huang Xiaotao wondered.

I was speechless for a while. It seemed that Huang Xiaotao was not online that much.[1]

I regretted letting Luo Weiwei be the driver, but she swore that she could do the job once the car was on the open road. Eventually, we let her drive anyway, and it turned out that she really did just fine once she was out of the parking lot.

Half an hour later, we arrived at the crime scene. The house was on an old street with many shops nearby, but they were all closed. The buildings here were unorganized, and there were clothes hanging on the top of our heads everywhere. Because it was almost noon, most of the residents here were cooking at home, and I could hear the clanking sound of cooking and the smell of food coming from the open windows.

Luo Weiwei said that this street had been in Wuqu for many years now. There used to be many shops that sold groceries here, but as time went on, there were more and more supermarkets nearby, so younger people were less and less interested to come here, and the business on this street gradually declined...

Luo Weiwei led us to a two-story building with yellow tape sealing off the house and a police seal on the door. Huang Xiaotao asked, “But I thought the victims were doing quite well financially. Why didn’t they live in a nicer apartment complex?”

“The father of the deceased used to have a calligraphy and painting business here,” Luo Weiwei explained. “This street-facing house used to be a painting studio that the deceased inherited from his father.”

I asked Huang Xiaotao, “Have you never lived in this type of old-fashioned house before?”

She shook her head. “No. Surely it’s not as comfortable as an apartment, right? I have always lived in an apartment building since I was a child.”

I had lived in the old Song family house since I was a child. Old wooden houses like these were warm in winters and cool in summers. We didn’t even need air conditioning. I found this type of house especially comfortable. Later, when I went to college, it took me a long time to adapt to the modern dorm buildings.

We tore the police tape and went into the house. The first floor was very spacious, like a big open room, and it was obvious that it used to be a shop. But because not much light was let into the house, the first floor looked a bit gloomy and sullen.

“I don't know how to describe it, but it feels like we’re in a horror movie!” Huang Xiaotao exclaimed.

“You shouldn’t be a police officer if you’re so easily scared,” sneered Luo Weiwei.

Huang Xiaotao glared at her.

“Oh, you're one to talk!” she snapped. “Who was it that fainted in the morgue earlier?”

“I just slipped and fell!” Luo Weiwei argued.

“Yeah, you were even foaming in the mouth,” jeered Huang Xiaotao. “You’d better get a CT scan and check if your brain was damaged somehow!”

“You!”

I didn’t want their argument to get more heated, so I told Luo Weiwei, “Dr. Luo, I need you to get me a bag of fine flour.”

She was still glaring at Huang Xiaotao when I said that, and she tersely replied, “What do you need that for?”

“I need you to go get it now!” I ordered.

Luo Weiwei reluctantly went out. Huang Xiaotao sighed, “That woman is pretty, but her temper is just foul! I bet her rich boyfriend must’ve spoiled her.”

“I think her looks are average. She’s nowhere near as pretty as you are.” I replied.