The news from the Secret Service quickly reached Xinjing, and the actions on Xinjing's side were equally fast.
When he got off work in the evening, Yu Jingque learned from Wan Qun that the Xinjing Police Department had taken action.
A battle broke out with the military commanders, and it was determined that the place was indeed the military commander's liaison station. Both sides suffered casualties, and the liaison station was destroyed.
This news was unexpected by Yu Jingque. It sounded uncomfortable, but it did not reveal any flaws.
Before leaving the Secret Service Section, Wan Qun said: "Wang Ruoyu took the time to deal with it."
"Should we not transfer it to the local court, or wait for approval from above?" Yu Jingque asked.
"There's no need to go to such trouble. Wang Ruoyu's roots are in Xinjing. Now the Xinjing Police Department has cracked the military command liaison station because of his information. What do you think he is?" Wan Qun said with a smile.
From now on, no one will speak for Wang Ruoyu anymore, that is asking for trouble.
"I understand, unit chief." Yu Jingque nodded and agreed.
Now in the Secret Service Department, Yu Jingque has his own office, which is separate.
It's not that Yu Jingque's captain or squad leader is more important than others, but that the other offices are full and he can only stay in one office by himself.
When someone is promoted later, they will stay with Yu Jingque. There are three desks in this office, and at least three people must come in.
When he returned home from the Secret Service Section and faced Ji Youning, Yu Jingque felt guilty. He had no way to tell Ji Youning about the loss of military commanders today.
Ji Youning doesn't know this news yet. News from Xinjing cannot be spread back so quickly. Even if it is spread back, people like Ji Youning who have little contact with military commanders will not know it at the first time.
"What are you knitting?" Yu Jingque asked casually when he came back and saw Ji Youning knitting. He didn't want to keep thinking about Xinjing.
"I originally bought wool, saying it was for knitting sweaters, but then I thought it was too difficult. I'll knit you a scarf." Ji Youning was full of interest.
"Who did you learn it from?" Yu Jingque asked.
Ji Youning put down the wool and knitting needle in his hand and said: "The teachers in the school, many of them know a lot of skills and can knit various patterns."
Speaking of this, Ji Youning was very envious, she couldn't do it now.
"Why go to all this trouble? If you want a scarf, just buy one." Yu Jingque thought it would be more convenient to go directly to the department store to buy it.
Ji Youning disagreed with this statement and said, "The weaving is good."
Is the knitting good?
Yu Jingque looked at the scarf that had just lifted up on Ji Youning's legs and wanted to say something terrible.
As a beginner, it is difficult for you to do this kind of work well. Even the simplest weaving method without any patterns is difficult to master.
"Forget it, I'll knit it myself." Ji Youning naturally saw the disgust in Yu Jingque's eyes.
"No, I'm looking forward to it, waiting for you." Yu Jingque, a person who never wears a scarf, could only say one thing against his will at this moment.
Hearing Yu Jingque's words, Ji Youning said happily: "Don't worry, it will be soon."
Of course a scarf is quick, not a sweater.
"Okay, let's relax first and eat." Yu Jingque said to Ji Youning.
While the two were eating, Ji Youning was still studying his yarn. It seemed that Ji Youning was very interested in this matter.
To be honest, Yu Jingque didn't know why Ji Youning suddenly fell in love with these things. Could it be that he fell in love with these things after spending a long time with the housewives in school?
After dinner, they lay on the bed, Ji Youning knitted a sweater, and Yu Jingque read a book.
Seeing Yu Jingque's book, Ji Youning said: "Have you read the book seriously? How many days have you been reading this book? Haven't you finished it yet?"
Finished reading?
Yu Jingque read it over and over again, countless times, but she just couldn't get over it and forgot to read it.
He was not simply reading, but wanted to write it down to facilitate the transmission of information between himself and Chen Xiqiao.
"I'm stupid and read slowly." Yu Jingque explained casually that the book is currently in progress. Yu Jingque felt that if he read it for another month or two, it might be almost done.
Sometimes Yu Jingque just hates that he doesn't have a photographic memory. If only he had a photographic memory, it would be great. He could just read it once and there would be no need to go to such trouble.
Stupid people can only use stupid methods to read it over and over again, and then repeat it if they forget it.
What a genius.
There are so many geniuses in the world, why am I not one, Yu Jingque cried silently in his heart.
If you are not a genius, you must learn to be a genius. Diligence can make up for your weakness, so take your time and see.
When Yu Jingque put down his book, Ji Youning also put down his knitting, and the two of them turned off the lights and went to sleep.
There was no conversation all night, and the next day the two of them went out to work together, and parted ways at the door.
Yu Jingque has not been busy at all these past few days. Wang Ruoyu's matter has been resolved, and he is now a little idle.
Here in Chenxiqiao, since the last mission, Yu Jingque has not taken the initiative to give missions.
In fact, it is normal. Yu Jingque is a lurker. After he obtains the information, he can just hand it over to the organization. The organization will rarely take the initiative to assign tasks to him.
However, Yu Jingque's status in the Secret Service Department is still not high, and he has no right to know about those relatively confidential tasks.
The only person who can know is Cai Wangjin, and Wan Qun can occasionally know something.
There is also news via telegram. Basically, the communications squad leader will also know that these three people are considered upper-class figures.
Next is Yu Jingque and his group, but they will not receive the action order until the mission is carried out. The specific situation is not known at all.
It is because of this situation that Yu Jingque has not provided any valuable information to Chen Xiqiao.
Chen Xiqiao told Yu Jingque not to worry, because many lurkers may provide one piece of information in their lifetime and then be captured. That piece of information is worth the value of several years, or even ten years, of lurking.
It sounds very sad. Yu Jingque doesn't want that end, he doesn't want to taste such bitterness.
Yu Jingque doesn't know whether the days to come will be bitter or not, but today's day is very good for Yu Jingque.
Today is the day for Wang Ruoyu's execution. The dust has settled in Xinjing, so as to avoid long nights and dreams, Wang Ruoyu's days are finally over.
Yu Jingque took several police officers from the Special Service Division, drove a truck, and escorted Wang Ruoyu to the suburbs.
It's freezing cold on the outskirts of Bingcheng, and the grass is all dry.
Wang Ruoyu was tied up and escorted out of the truck. In this situation, Wang Ruoyu's legs could not walk at all.
"Officer Yu, Officer Yu..." Wang Ruoyu's voice actually sounded like she was crying, showing how scared she was.
The police officer took Wang Ruoyu to the back of a slope. Yu Jingque motioned to the police officer to wait by the car. Yu Jingque and Wang Ruoyu were the only two people left here.
"Officer Yu, I don't want to die, I don't want to." Wang Ruoyu looked at Wang Ruoyu pleadingly.
"Five years ago, I forced a little girl to death on the street. Do you still remember it?" Yu Jingque suddenly asked.
Wang Ruoyu looked confused. He didn't know what Yu Jingque was talking about.
Because Wang Ruoyu couldn't keep that incident in mind. After so many years, he might have forgotten it.
But Yu Jingque worked hard to remember it for five years.
Seeing Wang Ruoyu's confused expression, Yu Jingque was very sorry. It seemed that he couldn't get any more clues from Wang Ruoyu.
"Who were your colleagues back then?" Yu Jingque asked again. He wanted to know more information. Wang Ruoyu was not the only person who killed Manjusri.