District 9

The second day.

As soon as Qin Yu entered the office, Lao Mao came over and found him: "What are you busy with?"

"Lao Hei said a few words to me before he died, asking me to approve his pension and send it to the two children he raised." Qin Yu responded while drinking water: "I just finished writing the report and am preparing to send it to him." Go up."

"ah."

"You don't have three of them over there, so you don't need to deal with them?" Qin Yu asked proactively.

"I'm working on it. I'm in contact with the family of the colleague who died." Old Mao lowered his head and replied, "I don't like this kind of occasion, so I didn't go."

"Ah." Qin Yu nodded.

"Hey, will you be okay soon?" Old Cat suddenly asked.

Qin Yu was stunned: "Let's interrogate those two boys, there's nothing important."

"Then you come with me to Qi Lin's house." Old Mao deliberately pretended to be careless: "He has been transferred to logistics. There will be no field support in the future, and his salary will also be reduced... I'm afraid that this kid can't think about it. He hung himself."

After a period of contact, Qin Yu has discovered that this old cat is a mean talker. Sometimes he doesn't pay attention to other people's feelings when he speaks, but he is very aware of it in his heart. He probably knew what he had said at the breakfast shop yesterday, so he did this. But when he went to Qi Lin's place, he felt a little embarrassed, so he came over to join him.

"Let's get off work at noon. I have to go to Zhu Wei's place to watch the interrogation later." Qin Yu glanced at the wall clock and replied.

"Okay, then I'll come and call you at noon."

"good."

…

As soon as the get off work bell passed at noon, Qin Yu took Lao Mao's electric motorcycle and went to Qi Lin's house.

In fact, those who can serve as superintendent are considered to be doing well in this era. At least in the ninth district, they are definitely considered to be middle-income earners. Because no matter how dangerous it is, it is still a guaranteed job with a fixed monthly salary. But even so, Qi Lin's life was very difficult. His home is located in a slum on the edge of a black street, and most of the people here do not have stable jobs. It's okay for the younger ones, at least they can do some hard work to make ends meet, but the old, weak, sick and disabled suffer. Some of them really don't have the ability to work. The Songjiang government does not have enough resources to provide relief food to everyone, so people are really starving to death here. The crime rate is also very high, and personnel turnover is very common.

The reason why Qi Lin lives in this kind of place is because of economic problems. The houses here are cheap, lights and water are available at night, and the basic cost of living is very low, so he can deduct more money to support his family. And this is also why he works as a superintendent as he can. Even if he gets off work early, he has to finish dinner before leaving. Even his clothes at home are washed by the superintendent... These are all to save himself from trouble. money.

After Qin Yu stepped into the small courtyard of Qi Lin's house, he turned around and looked around. He saw that the courtyard was square, with an area of ​​about three to four hundred square meters, but most of them belonged to the landlords. They only opened two rooms at the door. The low and narrow bungalow was rented to Qi Lin for a long time. And the two bungalows are facing each other, with a wall separating them and an iron door... People who don't understand this layout may find it strange, but people who know it understand that this is because the landlord is afraid of the tenants. My hands and feet are not clean, I have specially made partitions, and I have to lock the iron door when I go to bed at night. It's just that Qi Lin has lived here for a long time, and maybe the landlord knows what he does, so he relaxes the management and keeps the iron gate open for a long time to show respect...

After the two entered the hospital, they looked up and saw Qi Lin sitting on the steps in a daze, very depressed.

"What are you doing?" Old Cat rushed up and asked.

Qi Lin was stunned and stood up: "Why are you two here?"

"Let's see if you're dead or not." What Lao Mao is good at is that he doesn't speak well when he has something to say.

"Come on, come in." People like Qi Lin may be best at forgetting conflicts and embarrassments. He didn't mention anything about yesterday, adjusted his mood quickly, and greeted the two of them into the house with a smile.

"Where's mom?" Old Cat asked.

"My mother is lying in the room opposite. My sister is doing some odd jobs with others and is not at home." Qi Lin smiled: "Come in and drink some water."

"If you don't want to drink, go and see mom." The old cat carried some food, specially prepared for Qi Lin's mom.

Qi Lin was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "Don't go."

"What's wrong?" Qin Yu asked.

"We had a quarrel."

"Fuck!" When the old cat heard this, he scolded: "You are angry, why are you taking it out on my mother? How old are you, can you be more successful?!"

"Pull her down, it's her who took it out on me." Qi Lin sighed and said, "Okay, you have to let me get her a daughter-in-law. You said...I will be transferred to logistics soon, and I will earn less than 100 yuan a month." It’s difficult to live even if she has too much, so where can I give her a daughter-in-law?”

"Why are you suddenly asked to marry a wife?" Lao Mao asked curiously.

Qi Lin hesitated for a long time, greeted the two of them into the room, and then talked about what happened.

Qi Lin's mother suffers from liver disease, and has been unable to afford a large amount of money for treatment. So far, it has turned into a syndrome. The vital organs in the body have shrunk, and her days are numbered. The old lady was uneducated and her family was in trouble. She probably didn't have any wishes before she left. She just wanted Qi Lin to get married so that she could see a descendant before she closed her eyes... And she did this even more deeply. For layer reasons, Qi Lin also knew in his heart that the old lady just didn't want him to spend more money on herself, so she quickly found a wife and settled down.

inside the house.

Qin Yu didn't say anything after listening to Qi Lin's words. He didn't know what advice to give him. Lao Mao thought about it for a while and asked: "Even if you want to find a woman, you have to be prepared. She suddenly wants a daughter-in-law, where can we find her? It's too late in this lifetime."

"She has contacted the old Dong's wife next to her and found an agency. My mother wants me to spend money to marry one. But you know my situation. I have just been punished and my income has been reduced. In the future, I can't guarantee what the logistics will be like..." Qi Lin looked sad.

After listening to Qi Lin's words, Old Mao pondered for a while and said, "You can just buy one."

"Stop talking nonsense." Qi Lin waved his hand: "What if my punishment is very serious and the superintendent can't stay here anymore? What will I do in the future?"

"It's definitely not possible to take off your clothes," Old Mao lowered his head and said, "I will ensure that you continue to work as the superintendent no matter what."

Qi Lin was stunned when he heard the sound.

"Tell me the truth, is the old lady really dying?" the old cat asked in a low voice.

Qi Lin was silent for a few seconds, then sighed and said: "Not curing, just maintaining, means deterioration... I don't know how long it will take."

"Then the whole wife." Old Mao gritted his teeth and said, "You should get married too. You can't just run home as a grown man without doing anything every day. If you have someone to take care of you, you can work well."

"But in my hands..."

"Wait a minute." Old Mao said, turned around and shouted to Qin Yu: "Come out with me."

"Old cat, no need." Qi Lin stood up immediately.

The old cat pointed at Qi Lin and said, "If I ask you to wait, just wait."

Two minutes later, outside the door.

Lao Mao was smoking an e-cigarette, lowered his head and said to Qin Yu, "Do you have money?"

Qin Yu blinked: "The most I can lend him is five hundred."

"This is not enough." The old cat shook his head.

Qin Yu responded without hesitation: "That's all I have."

The old cat raised his head and said word by word: "If you can't pay back this Qilin money for now, I will pay you back before Christmas."

Qin Yu looked at the old cat with some surprise. After careful consideration for a few seconds, he replied: "I only have a thousand and a half left in total. I will give you a thousand and three, and I will keep two hundred for dinner."

"Thanks, brother." Old Mao patted Qin Yu's arm.

"Hey, I want to ask," Qin Yu blinked and asked curiously: "If Qi Lin still doesn't have sex with me, what will you give me in return?"

"I'll go to Tuzh Street to sell silver, and I'll give it back to you."

"...You are paralyzed," Qin Yu collapsed: "I don't want to borrow it anymore."

"That's it." The old cat rushed into the house with a smile, opened his mouth and shouted: "Qi Lin, find someone to contact you, we will work together to get you three thousand and five thousand, and you can figure out the rest by yourself."

Qi Lin stood in the shabby room, stared at the two of them for a long time, and bowed deeply: "I...I...I will definitely pay back the money."

…

Yes, Qi Lin didn't want to go against his mother's wishes, because he knew that this might be the old lady's last wish.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, with a huge sum of money wrapped around his waist, Qi Lin left Songjiang City by car with Qin Yu and Lao Mao and rushed to Beitai Life Village.

The vehicle passed through the Songjiang River that had been frozen for several years, its tires grinding against the white snow, and stopped on an unnamed dirt road. Qin and Yu walked three kilometers to the entrance of Beitai Village and made a phone call.

After waiting for about half an hour, a woman in her fifties, wrapped in a military coat, came over with a red face and asked: "Are you buying someone?"

"That's so shameless," Lao Mao replied unhappily: "Looking for a wife."

"Come with me." The old woman said, turned around and left.

The three of them followed her around the dilapidated bungalow area and walked into a private house with drafts everywhere.

The old women opened the iron door, pointed at the dozen or so people of various races sitting on the floor inside the house and said, "There are all black and white. As long as the money is in place, we can talk about anything..."

Qin Yu stayed at the door and covered his nose: "Qi Lin, you go in and pick."

"Do they all have the right of residence?" Lao Mao asked pretending to understand.

"Brother, can I introduce you to someone with the right of residence?" The old lady rolled her eyes: "Wouldn't it be nice to just take the job from Tuzh Street?"

"...Sister, you are quite knowledgeable."

"Fuck," the old ladies curled their lips and responded, "Who hasn't ordered a story now?"

The old cat was scolded without saying a word.

The ladies patted Qi Lin on the shoulder: "Brother, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Are you buying or selling? Customers come first. You go in and choose. There is a flashlight here. It's so dark that you can't see clearly. You can shine a light..."

Qi Lin was indeed a little embarrassed and stood a little reserved at the door.

"Bang!"

The old cat kicked Qi Lin into the house: "Hurry up, it's almost dark."

Qi Lin blinked and walked into the room.

…

On the other side, a figure glanced around furtively, then stepped behind the window of Qi Lin's house and shouted softly: "Qi Lin, Qi Lin, are you at home?"

There was a rush of footsteps behind him, and the figure was startled. He lowered his head and pulled out the big spray bottle he was holding in his clothes. He glanced back and realized that someone was just passing by.

With beads of sweat on his forehead, the figure glanced inside Qi Lin's house again. When he saw no one there, he frowned and left.