N-A-A Chapter 555 He Feng Gets Drunk
Chapter 555 He Feng Gets Drunk
Seeing him come back, Ma Xin reached out and brushed off the dust and powder from the corners of the wall. There was a hint of mockery in her eyes: "This is not like our Director He's style. Why did you let them get away? Normally, when you chase suspects, you don't fail so easily."
He Feng shook his head helplessly: "Don't mention it, who would have thought that there was a tunnel hidden in this place, and they took advantage of it and escaped."
Ma Xin didn't ask any more questions after hearing this. After all, there were too many variables in the pursuit of a fugitive. The two walked side by side towards Ma Xin's home.
When they were almost near Ma Xin's house, a familiar figure approached. It was Zhao Lei, who lived in the area. He Feng stopped and said to Ma Xin, "Ma Xin, you go up first. I have something to say to Zhao Lei."
Ma Xin nodded and went upstairs with her basket. Zhao Lei was a little embarrassed to approach, thinking that Director He Feng was with Ma Xin and it would be a bit abrupt to approach him at this time. Unexpectedly, He Feng took the initiative to call him. He quickly quickened his pace and walked over, with a bit of restraint on his face: "Director He, you want to see me?"
Zhao Lei looked at He Feng with an unquestionable firmness in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Director, don't worry, I didn't see anything that happened downstairs just now." He knew in his heart that in some situations, one should not talk too much, and pretending to be confused is the safest approach.
He Feng didn't think too deeply about what he said. He just waved his hand casually, then changed the subject and said seriously, "That's not what I want to talk about. Tomorrow, pick two brothers who are quick and nimble and go to the vegetable market to keep an eye on them. There are a few habitual thieves in that area who commit crimes every few days, causing unrest among merchants and neighbors. They might even be connected to some gang. When the time comes, catch them all and don't miss a single one."
Zhao Lei immediately straightened his back and patted his chest to assure, "Don't worry, Director. Leave this matter to me. I will see to it that it is watertight and they will never dare to hang around the vegetable market again."
Seeing that he agreed straightforwardly, He Feng didn't think much about it and casually invited him, "It's time for dinner, why don't you go up and eat together?"
Zhao Lei knew perfectly well that going up now would only cause more trouble. The Director and Ma Xin rarely spent time together alone, so how could he not be tactful and act as a third wheel? He quickly waved his hand with a smile, finding an excuse: "No, Director, I have some unfinished work to do. I need to get back to it. I won't bother you for now." With that, he turned and hurried away, his steps light and brisk, as if he were afraid of being stopped.
He Feng watched him hurriedly leave, scratching his head, feeling a little puzzled: He could have come up for a hot meal, why did he just leave? When he was working on a case, his thinking was always as clear as a scalpel, but when it came to the subtleties of these interpersonal relationships, he always seemed a little slow to react, unable to figure out the twists and turns.
He Feng turned and went upstairs. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Ma Xin busy in the kitchen. The chopping board was filled with fresh vegetables she had just bought. She was wearing an apron and was picking them with her head down, her movements swift and skillful. Hearing the noise, Ma Xin looked up and a gentle smile spread across her face. "What were you talking about downstairs with Zhao Lei just now? I see you two have been standing there chatting for quite a while."
He Feng walked into the kitchen, leaned against the doorframe, and smiled, his tone carrying a hint of the seriousness of a case. "You don't know, but I'm a man who doesn't tolerate any ingratitude. I'll always avenge my grudges. Those thieves in the vegetable market are constantly stealing. They might seem like minor offenses, but I suspect there's a significant organization behind them. Tomorrow I plan to wipe them out completely to prevent them from causing further harm to the people."
Ma Xin listened and nodded gently, without asking any more questions, and continued working. He Feng wanted to go forward and help, such as washing vegetables, but was stopped by Ma Xin: "You sit down and rest for a while, this is just a small job, I can do it alone, it won't be tiring."
He Feng gave up and walked into Ma Xin's study. The layout was similar to the last time he'd been there: a desk by the window and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves against the wall. However, the decorative ornaments that had originally graced the corners of the desk and shelves were gone, giving it a simpler and neater look. He didn't want to look around too much, as this would seem unruly, so he casually pulled a book off the shelf and flipped through it. The cover read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms."
After about half an hour, Ma Xin finished working in the kitchen, wiped his hands, walked into the study, and called out, "He Feng, you're done, come and have dinner."
She immediately caught sight of the book in He Feng's hand and asked with a smile, "Do you also like to read Romance of the Three Kingdoms?"
He Feng closed the book, looked up, and replied with a smile, "Yes, the stories in this book are very interesting. The various factions fight each other, the civil officials make plans, and the military commanders fight on the battlefield. Everyone has their own little calculations. It all depends on the battle of wits and courage. It is very exciting to watch, and sometimes you can even figure out some ways to solve the case."
Ma Xin smiled and didn't say anything else. He just said, "Eat first. If you don't eat now, the food will get cold. It tastes better when it's hot."
He Feng followed her to the dining table, where four dishes and a soup were laid out. The braised fish was bright red, the stir-fried pork with green peppers was fragrant, and there was also a plate of lush green vegetables and a bowl of egg drop soup. Just looking at them whetted his appetite. He couldn't help but praise her, "Ma Xin, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good. This dish looks so appetizing. Come on, let's try it."
He had just picked up his chopsticks when Ma Xin suddenly pulled out a bottle of baijiu from the cupboard. The bottle didn't have many fancy designs, but it exuded the richness of an aged, fine wine. She smiled and said, "This is a fine wine my dad has kept for years. Since you're here today, it's a good opportunity to open it and drink some together."
He Feng wanted to refuse, after all, he might have work to do that evening, and drinking would only delay it. But Ma Xin had already picked up the wine glass and poured him a full one. The wine was clear, and he could smell the rich aroma before he even got close. Unable to refuse the kindness, he had no choice but to pick up the glass: "Then I'll drink less, just for your sake."
After a glass of wine, He Feng felt a warm current sliding down his throat. The alcohol took effect quickly and violently, and his head instantly felt dizzy and his eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably. He thought to himself, "Oh no! This wine is too strong!" He was about to say something when his vision started to blurt out. After a while, he fell asleep on the table in a daze.
Seeing this, Ma Xin's smile gradually faded, and a complex light flashed in her eyes. She quickly fished out a bunch of keys from He Feng's trouser pocket, took out the plasticine she had prepared long ago, and quickly pressed an imprint on the key to make a simple match.