HPDBC Chapter 209 The Big Case
Chapter 209 The Big Case
After her wisdom tooth inflammation subsided, the first thing Song Huan did was go to the hospital to have that damn tooth pulled.
To get this tooth pulled, he even asked Lu Xu for a day off, something he never did before.
Lu Xu originally didn't want to approve the leave, after all, it's just a tooth extraction, you can go on the weekend, there's no rush.
However, seeing Song Huan's "it's either my wisdom tooth or I die" look in her eyes, she still approved the leave.
When she arrived at the dental hospital, Song Huan gripped the handrail tightly in fear as the anesthetic was injected into her gums and the needle pierced her skin.
"Bear with it, your tooth is growing crooked, it might hurt a bit."
The dentist clamped the tooth with pliers and wiggled it from side to side.
Not moving.
"It's too hard, just bear with it a little longer."
The doctor's voice came through the mask, and then he took out a small drill and started drilling into the wisdom tooth.
Even though I had been given anesthesia, it was still unavoidable that I felt pain.
Song Huan's toes curled up in pain.
He could clearly smell the burnt smell of the small drill in his teeth and the smell of his teeth being crushed and ground into powder.
They say a toothache isn't a disease, but it can be excruciating.
Song Huan has experienced this deeply, and more than once. In his previous life, he also suffered from wisdom tooth inflammation, which caused him unbearable pain.
"Alright, just bear with it one last time!"
The doctor took out tweezers and picked up a fragment of his wisdom tooth.
Pull it outwards with force!
It's out!
Song Huan looked at the bloody tooth in the tray and almost cried, but finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Good news, the wisdom tooth has been extracted.
The bad news is that he still has three wisdom teeth left.
Song Huan wanted to cry but had no tears.
The doctor glanced at the CT scan.
Good news again: the three wisdom teeth haven't fully erupted yet, so they don't need to be extracted for now.
Another piece of bad news: all three of them have grown crooked too.
Song Huan silently shed tears.
It still hurt a bit for a week after the tooth was extracted, but it was much more comfortable than when it was inflamed.
At least we can eat now.
……
The days of the first semester of senior year passed by little by little, like the clock on the classroom wall, the second hand ticking silently.
Before we know it, the end of the semester is almost here.
Yesterday in PE class, the sun shone down from above, making the playground appear white.
Xiao Yunqing sat on the steps by the playground, a physics textbook lying open on her lap, but she didn't open it.
She was looking into the distance, lost in thought.
A gust of wind blew, scattering stray hairs across her face.
Suddenly, a soccer ball flew across the field, its trajectory erratic and veering further and further off course.
When Xiao Yunqing looked up, the dark figure was already in front of her.
She instinctively closed her eyes, lowered her head, and covered her head with her hands.
With a muffled "bang,"
Does it hurt?
She opened her eyes in confusion.
She spotted a familiar figure standing in front of her, holding a soccer ball in both hands.
He caught the ball; otherwise, Xiao Yunqing would probably have been blown to the head.
Headshot! (Diamond +1)
In the distance, several first-year high school students hurriedly ran over from the playground.
The one running in front scratched his head, his face flushed, looking apologetic.
"I'm sorry, seniors."
Song Huan looked at them and said, "Hey, are you guys trying to shoot down a plane with that shooting technique?"
The first-year high school students all laughed, and the boy standing at the front blushed even more.
Song Huan smiled, tossed the ball up, and it spun a few times in the air before falling back down.
He turned to the side, raised his foot, and kicked out.
The ball flew from his feet, high and far, from one side of the playground to the other.
The first-year high school students looked up, watching the ball fly further and further away, their mouths agape.
"Pick it yourself."
Song Huan waved her hand and lazily sat down next to Xiao Yunqing.
"Don't disturb me while I'm whispering with your senior."
The group of first-year high school students exchanged glances. Some laughed, while others nudged the person next to them and ran to retrieve the ball.
Xiao Yunqing realized what was happening and blushed.
She glared at him. "You!"
Song Huan looked at her with a smile, "No, is that how you look at your benefactor? I just saved you. You don't even offer yourself in return, and you dare to glare at me."
Xiao Yunqing was furious and turned her head away. "You're so smug now that you've had your wisdom teeth pulled. If only your mouth were still as inarticulate as before, you can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth."
Song Huan looked up at the sky, relaxed and carefree.
"How can I stay silent? Wouldn't that make me the aloof and cold male school heartthrob? But the thing is, you're not the warm and lively female school heartthrob either. In a novel, we wouldn't even be a couple."
"I'll be snatched up by a gentle and lively junior girl, and you'll be flirted with by a school bully senior. Sigh, it's such a twist of fate that we want to be together," Song Huan said, shaking her head.
"Pooh!"
Xiao Yunqing spat, her face turning red, from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.
I really don't know how he could say such cheesy things.
She remembered that this guy only looked at the textbook during class, so how come he even knew about the male school heartthrobs and school beauties in girls' novels?
The wind blew again, blowing her stray hairs onto her face.
She reached out and gently touched it, her movement both gentle and beautiful.
Song Huan leaned against the steps, hands behind her back, and turned to look at her: "Why have you been so down these past few days?"
Xiao Yunqing remained silent for a while, then sighed.
She lowered her head and traced circles on the cover of her physics textbook with her finger.
"My dad has encountered a tricky case."
Song Huan didn't say anything and waited.
She paused for a moment, then spoke.
The case occurred six months ago.
In mid-June, three people went missing in Jiangcheng.
The three people are unrelated.
They differ in age, occupation, and social relationships.
The police investigated for three months without any leads.
The task force was established and then disbanded, then disbanded and then established again.
Public opinion has been stirred up, with some saying Jiangcheng is unsafe and others saying the police are incompetent.
Someone posted the case online, and it was forwarded over ten thousand times.
The city leaders also called, their tone unpleasant, saying, "Solve the case as soon as possible."
The former police chief applied for a transfer due to excessive pressure.
At this critical juncture, Xiao Haifeng has no choice but to step in.
Cough cough, actually it's about taking the blame.
Xiao Yunqing sighed and drew a circle on the cover with her finger.
"My dad would spend every night in his study going through those files until the early hours of the morning. The ashtray would fill up and then be emptied, then filled up again."
She looked up into the distance. "He's clearly a good policeman, serving the people. But now people online are calling him incompetent. Some are even saying that if he can't solve the case before the Lunar New Year, they should just fire him."
Song Huan looked at her profile.
A gust of wind blew by, and her eyes were a little red, but she didn't cry.
He pulled his hand out from behind his back and patted her shoulder.
Once, twice.
"We'll find out the truth," he said.
Xiao Yunqing didn't speak, and kept her head down.
Song Huan looked at the playground in the distance.
The first-year high school students had already retrieved the ball and were running around on the court.
His eyes narrowed.
He remembered a little about this case.
In my previous life, it seemed to have taken the police three years to solve the case.
He only glanced at it online at the time, and after learning that the murderer had been caught, he didn't pay any more attention to it.
He had forgotten exactly how the police arrested him.
He patted his head.
How could I have forgotten about this?