Chapter 23: Falling

In recent days, I have found that my father has the habit of masturbating. He has entered his room several times and the smell of egg white is full of the smell of mottled traces on the bed sheets further proved my guess.

And the taste is very strong, and this beach protein seems to have fermented in his old furry testicles for a long time.

There is nothing we can do about this. My mother and him have been emotionally separated. In the past, he could still lie on the toned body of the policewoman, but now he can only shout at the snow-white and monotonous wallboard.

However, one day after that, I just came back from the police station. My father's room door was half-closed, the bathroom was brightly lit, and the sound of water came from inside.

I walked into his room to look at it, so the black pantyhose, which was soaked in unknown liquid in my private parts, came into my eyes.I didn't have to think about it, and I immediately had an answer.

In order to avoid my father knowing what I found out, I immediately ran back to my room.

The next day at noon, while my mother was at work, he was taking a nap. I slipped into my mother's room and rummaged through the cabinets. I didn't find any stockings with sperm spots.

Although I knew it was impossible, I still checked the balcony, and there was no trace of those pair of stockings.

Obviously, my father didn't wash it after using it and kept it in his place.

After a while, I was sure this was the first time.

If he wanted to return the stockings intact, he had to wash and dry them.

The only place to hang is his room, and I or my mother will find it elsewhere.

In the past, I used to rape his room almost every day, and if he was hung, I would definitely find it.

I wondered whether to tell my mother about this, but after thinking about it, I still thought I would forget it.

First, I instinctively have a ridiculous feeling about this matter, and second, I don’t want my behaviors to make my mother have bad views on me.

But I think my mother will sooner or later discover this. After all, with her careful personality, she must be familiar with the number of stockings. As long as she sorts out the wardrobe routinely, she will naturally find that this pair is missing.

And I have to doubt whether my father also has the same understanding of my mother.Did he know that his behavior would inevitably be unable to escape the policewoman's sharp eyes?

However, while waiting for the results, I never expected that the suspect would take the initiative one night.

At that time, I was sleeping soundly in the room and was woken up by a faint knock on the door outside the room.After a brief debate, I confirmed that it was coming from my mother's room.

At this moment, it was impossible for me to knock on my mother's door, nor could it be my mother himself. In this family, there was only one gambling ghost left.

After this confirmation, my whole body tensed up for no reason.

I pressed against my door.

I don't know if my mother is awake, but most of the time is certain.Even I woke up, and my mother, who has been a police officer for many years, could not not wake up.

As I was thinking about the reason why my mother did not respond, a cold voice came from the master bedroom.

No matter how light or light the sound was, my mother's unique penetrating tone still made me hear it clearly.

The knock stopped.

I paused, and a low and hoarse voice sounded, undoubtedly from the alcoholic, I can't sleep, Danyan, I want to talk to you.

This requirement is undoubtedly perverted and unreasonable.

The same is true for perverts and unreasonable reasons. No one will wake up a sleepy ex-wife who is clear and clear of her breaking her with her request for a late-night chat.

If so, this person can only be a pervert.

So in the future, I will add a perverted adjective to the labels I put on for this drunkard and gambling.

It's very late, go to bed.

There was almost no pause, as if I had no thoughts, but I, who knew my mother deeply, confirmed from this that my mother had had a brief and quick thinking.

The question I was thinking about was very clear, how to persuade the perverted ex-husband to leave the door.

For a moment, we haven't spoken for a long time.

We have nothing to talk about.Mother said.

It seems like I'm just trying to get you offended?

These words seemed to fall into the endless void, and there was no response for a long time.I don’t know how long it took, or maybe it was because my mind was too messy in the middle of the night, and I only heard my mother sigh.

Open the door, I'll just look at you.The drunkard obviously had an impure idea, but I didn’t know whether my mother knew or whether she discovered the stockings.

Go back and sleep, pause for a while, but my mother still said this.

Then there is endless silence.So much so that I began to doubt whether my father left the door and whether my mother ignored it and fell asleep at will.

But the sudden sound of smashing the door ruthlessly teared up my luck. The thud sound was angry and impatient, as if the fire that had been held in for a long time could not be vented. I even worried that the door would be knocked by the drunkard.

The sudden rebukes of policewomen also seamlessly connected into this crazy music. Lu Xiong, are you crazy?!

Yes, I'm crazy!I'm crazy if I can't see you!I was surprised that the drunkard could still sort out his language so clearly at this moment.

You know what you do yourself!Don't be wild with me!My mother had no choice but to re-report the old story.

But the drunkard obviously doesn't take this trick.

Xiaoyuan is still sleeping, don’t wake him up!Police flowers are police flowers, and they can calm down and care about things other than conflict at this moment.

The stubborn donkey still does his own way.

You're so crazy.Lu Xiong, are you really crazy?!My mother scolded me coldly.

Can you open the door?!The drunkard was obviously crazy, at least he didn't care about me at all at this moment.

Don’t make arguing tomorrow!Mother gave in.

Can you open the door?!However, the drunkard is still aggressive.

At this moment when the sound of the storm was getting more and more crazy, the policewoman finally admitted defeat.

Click, the door opened, and my heart skipped a beat.

Maybe my father didn't think that my mother would really open the door, so he was stunned for a moment, but he was just stunned for a moment. Then there were a messy step, accompanied by my mother's scream, I can be sure that this dark middle-aged man threw my mother on the latter's bed.

And I was also sober enough that I did not waste my mother's earnest teachings. Before the conflict was about to begin completely, I got out of bed and put on my shoes and rushed into the scene.

My mother is naturally wearing a familiar white nightgown. I don’t know what my father is wearing, because there is only a faint moonlight inside, so I can only see the former in the clear tone.

My arrival suddenly calmed down the conflict that would have lasted for a period of time.

Perhaps the only shame in my heart awakened the out-of-control beast, but in short, he returned to the room he should have returned to.

The policewoman was taken for granted and expected to be strong. He did not cry when encountering things like most vulgar middle-aged women, and even felt so sober and calm that I was a little scared.

In short, looking at this simple and elegant oval face that is so close, it is hard for me to believe that there is no fluctuation above it.

He even comforted me in turn and said, "It's okay, go to bed."

I didn't really go back to sleep, and the mother and son just sat together tacitly.Those unbearable past events passed through my mind one by one, and undoubtedly in the policewoman's mind.

I suddenly understood why my mother refused to stop like a perpetual motion machine.

Because she never wants to go through the past again.

……

After experiencing this incident, my mother would not let her father live with us anymore, but she did not directly send her back to Jiangnan. After all, it was still a place of right and wrong at this moment.

In the end, my father was arranged to a public security community in another urban area.

It was an empty house that had not been divided yet. My mother abused her private rights, but no one dared to say about her.

I chose to stay peaceful for a few days and no longer asked my mother for such requests as visiting the police station or visiting her office. I felt that my father's behavior that night had more or less shrouded the shadows of the past in her heart, so I didn't want to cause trouble for her anymore.

However, as careful as my mother, one day we were cooking in the kitchen, she suddenly pinched my nose, little ghost head, and knew that she felt sorry for your mother.

Seeing her picking vegetables again, I pouted and made me feel watered.

Then wipe it!She was stunned for a moment, and picked up anything and put it on my face.

I shouted, this is a rag!

After a fight, the atmosphere that had been dead for several days finally came alive again.

On this day, my mother rarely wore a short hip-pack skirt, a big brand, Chanel, from my aunt Chen Yeqing.

The stockings that had disappeared for a long time were also reattached to these tall and straight legs in a flesh-colored style.

Compared to when my father was there, he undoubtedly had a little more gorgeousness.

When my father was there, my mother was either jeans or trousers.Seeing that she was willing to dress up again, I knew she was in a good mood.

……

But staying in Beihai is not a long-term solution. I can’t go back in my life just because the addict in Jiangnan might be staring at me.

But at the end of May, I returned to Jiangnan safely and even ran for exchange student.

Of course, my mother's operation is indispensable. At that time, I didn't know the details in it. I later made it clear through my mother's oral description.

That is, on the twelfth day after I arrived in Beihai, my mother handed over the materials, including those I gave to the Jiangnan General Public Security Bureau. With these materials, she would conduct a physical examination on Xue Rui and her group of people and could directly send them to prison or minority custody office.

But in the following days, the Jiangnan Public Security Bureau did not take any action because the matter was suppressed by the upper layer.This shows that the police executives colluded with the drug lord behind Xue Rui.

But her mother returned to Jiangnan on the grounds of communication. During this week, she led her team to arrest Xue Rui and others with thunder, and found out the drug lord behind Xue Rui.

This drug lord turned out to be Xue Rui's father, Xue Chang.

Xue Chang is the largest school manager of Jiangnan No. 1 Middle School, and most of the school’s policies must be approved by him.

And it was him who used his power to turmoil in school to protect his son from taking drugs at will.

He has many real estate properties in Jiangnan, and several famous commercial buildings are under the name of Xue.

However, being rich like him is also a part of the drug operation in Jiangnan City.

This undoubtedly means that the underground poison network has penetrated Jiangnan City deeply.

Although Xue Chang was kept secret after he was arrested, his mother still found clues from the transaction records and locked in the director of the Jiangnan Municipal Public Security Bureau, the only immediate boss when she was in office.

The director's fall explains many things, such as why some important police officers in the bureau have always gained nothing in the past.

For example, why some underground drug transactions are always so smooth.

The reason is that the director is playing tricks behind his back and making interference from it.

The position of director of the Jiangnan General Administration was vacant, and the mother who achieved all this naturally became the most powerful competitor.

After some investigation, my mother successfully served as the director of the Jiangnan General Administration at the end of June.

After returning from Beihai Exchange in June, I returned to the old house with my mother. That night, we were fashionable and opened champagne to celebrate all this. Although the table of delicacies was full of food, I was still very happy.

……

After becoming the director, my mother became busier.

The director's fall is basically sure that there is a greater force behind this website.

Jiangnan City has been classified as a special zone more than ten years ago, and its economy has soared, but the intricate evil forces left behind in the past have not been eradicated, which has become the biggest hidden danger.

After more than ten years of storm, the Jiangnan Municipal Public Security Bureau has not been able to clean up the remaining criminal forces underground.

This is mainly due to the fact that the other party has existed for a long time and is complicated. Many white paths have been penetrated. The black and white paths have been colluded, which has greatly hindered the police's anti-gang work.

Now, my mother has grabbed the line of Director of the fallen horse, and the fog underground will be gradually lifted away.