No matter where or what country it is, it is not a so-called "aristocratic school" that pays attention to style.

It is required that the energetic and noisy high school students can do nothing to eat and sleep.

It's like making the chirping ducks become dumb overnight.

That's hard, it's hard, it's hard.

Today.

The "ducks" really seem to have turned mute.

There seems to be some extremely shocking change that has suppressed the hustle and bustle that originally filled the campus cafeteria all the time.

It replaces the disturbing discussions that used to talk about school dance parties, talk about European study tours in the winter and summer, gossip about who hooked up with whom in the school, and so-and-so split their legs.

All the themes of the argument have been replaced by the same main theme.

The students lowered their voices and bit their ears, exchanging tacit and mysterious glances with each other.

Occasionally, an unknown classmate sat at the dinner table, wondering what was going on.

Soon, a good deed will be whispering in his ear.

The other party immediately opened his mouth wide and let out a low exclamation in disbelief, such as "ah" and "it turned out to be her".

After separating from Mona.

Gu Weijing usually eats alone in the corner of the school this semester.

I don't usually get to the same table with others to eat and chat.

But the atmosphere in the cafeteria today was too strange, and after taking a break from studying the Realm Breaking Mission, he also immediately sensed the paradox of the atmosphere.

"What's going on again?"

In the past, only a certain man enlarged someone else's belly in the semester summer camp, or the director of discipline broke his leg while catching a wild mandarin duck in the grove, and the super heavyweight gossip of this magnitude had this kind of energy like an enchantment that enveloped the entire canteen.

He finished the pasta in two bites, poured the iced orange juice and milk into his mouth with a frown, and placed the plate on the side of the shelf where the dishes had been used.

His face was expressionless and he was ready to leave.

Of course, the atmosphere in the school is not right.

But Gu Weijing is different from Miss Koko.

He has never been a person who loves to gossip too much, even if Director Feng Ji has a big belly, it has nothing to do with him.

In the past, he never worried about these things.

This is also an important reason why Gu Weijing used to be a little unsociable in school and among his peers.

But today is an exception.

When he walked to the door of the cafeteria, Gu Weijing suddenly stopped again.

Maybe it was because he had just received a phone call from Du Dawei telling him that Yangon was not very peaceful recently, or maybe it was because he used the sensitivity of a painter to feel the small movements of some classmates behind him who were buzzing and occasionally pointing at him.

He stood at the counter of the water bar next to him for a moment.

Gu Weijing turned around and walked over to the two classmates who had just spoken a little louder, and knocked on the table.

"Dude, excuse me, what's wrong with you mentioning Coco?"

The two boys knew each other.

In a different class from him, he went to school in an ordinary class, and he was a classmate of his cousin Gu Lin, and he heard the name "Koukou" several times in their chat.

Someone suddenly ran over, originally sipping coffee, arguing a little fiercely about something, and the two of them were obviously taken aback.

Seeing that it was Gu Weijing, one of the boys with naturally curly hair obviously recognized him, and his eyes were slightly stunned.

He placed the plastic coffee cup on the table and hesitated for two seconds, presumably hesitating how to speak.

Ultimately.

The curly-haired boy shrugged his shoulders anyway, pointed to the reading shelf with newspapers and magazines on the side, and whispered, "I don't know how to tell you, it's better to ...... You better read it yourself, it's all in the newspapers. ”

Gu Weijing nodded and expressed his gratitude.

He walked to the reading shelves, pulled out the last copy of the Myanmar Mirror that had not yet been picked up by his classmates, and unfolded it in the sunlight from a pile of fashion publications, photography magazines, and art journals.

Almost immediately.

Gu Weijing realized what the students in the cafeteria were talking about.

Unlike some time ago, the Mirror newspaper is full of official editorials written by economists such as the long and full-page report on the new industrial area of Tran Seng Lim and the role it will play in revitalizing Yangon's GDP as a whole.

The front page of today's newspaper carried a large photograph of a man.

It was a middle-aged man in a gray khaki senior police officer uniform, licking his small belly.

It should be an old photo from between a speech.

In front of the middle-aged man were mineral water, grapes, and a name card with "Senior Police Inspector Dan Minming" written in English.

This person Gu Weijing actually knew.

The cultural traditions of Myanmar are different from those of the East and the West, and the natives who live in traditional Myanmar do not have a father's surname that represents the family lineage.

Only the name that your parents have chosen for you.

This senior police inspector, Mr. Dan Minming, is the "old bureaucrat" and "old-fashioned" father in Coco's mouth, and he is Miss Coco's biological father.

Some time ago, when Gu Weijing was painting in an orphanage, he also saw this rich middle-aged uncle who was quite official.

The other party also invited him to play at home.

It's hard to predict.

It's only been a month or two, and when we meet again, it's already in the newspaper.

It depends on the situation, it's not the good kind yet.

[High-ranking officials in prison? In the major corruption case, the top police have launched a malfeasance investigation related to the malfeasance investigation, and the junta side——]

Gu Weijing casually glanced at the news report.

Read two sentences.

His brows furrowed, something happened to Coco's family.

The political situation has been turbulent in recent years, but private international schools are like a pure land cut from the turbulent world with the walls of wealth.

No matter how uneasy the outside world is, no matter how turbulent the situation is, people's hearts are panicked.

As long as the majestic doors of the school are closed, they can fall in love and discuss art and poetry in the shade of the trees.

The smoke and clouds of the world, the resentment and sorrow, the suffering of the people, the roar of guns and the wind and rain that blow with them, do not seem to have a direct relationship with them.

Over the years, there have also been students whose families have fallen apart and dropped out of Dulwich.

But Gu Weijing never felt much, this was the first time that this kind of thing happened so close to him.

Obviously last week.

Miss Coco is still running with him with a smile, humming musicals there, and she is still the daughter of everyone in the school.

The next day, her father had an accident.

I saw him rise up a tall building, and I saw him collapse.

The political turmoil is really going too fast.

Gu Weijing didn't know if Koukou's father was really corrupt, this kind of thing...... To be honest, even if there were, Gu Weijing wouldn't be too surprised.

But remembering that Kou Kou had told him that her father was in the joint task force to investigate Brother Hao.

Combined with the special call from Secretary Du just now, his intuition told him that this matter should be inseparable from Brother Hao.

When he first heard about this, Uncle Alai was not optimistic.

wants to move a big man like Brother Hao, who is both black and white, and covers the sky with his hands and eyes, but the action has not started yet, and even a little girl knows such news.

It doesn't sound very reliable.

It seems, Uncle Alai said yes.

People are very powerless in the face of real power.

Chen Shenglin Chen's boss secretary just said that "it's not a big deal" fell on Koukou's body, which turned the world upside down, tearing the original quiet life into pieces.

Gu Weijing folded the newspaper and put it back on the reading shelf.

Turning around, he glanced at the restaurant behind him.

Sure enough—

There was no sign of Coco there.

The girl who used to be chattering and energetic didn't come to school today.

——

Plaza Street.

Brown brick walls, carved window lattices, neat streets, sparkling heart-shaped swimming pools and coconut palms on the beach of the harbor in the distance.

The neighborhood where Plaza Street is located has been the most affluent of the rich since the distant colonial era.

This is because it is not far from the city hall and the neighborhood is guarded by heavily armed soldiers.

The houses here with the shadow of the former boss empire, compared with Brother Hao's Xihe Hall purely made of dollars, fill in a layer of mystery and solemnity shrouded in the veil of power.

More than 100 years ago,

It was once the residence of the families of the Marshal of the British Navy, the Viceroy of British India, the "Earl of Burma" Louis Mountbatten of King George V, and the high-ranking officials of the colonists.

Although the former rarely come to their titular fiefdoms.

But it's still built in a magnificent way.

At least Orwell, although he attended Eton College, in his capacity, he must have been far from qualified to live in such a mansion when he was a British Imperial policeman in Burma.

Later, the people finally drove out the pesky British.

It has undergone several changes.

Nowadays, many high-ranking officials choose to make their homes in this neighborhood.

Whoever can live on the street of Plaza, the conventional subtext in the local officialdom, means that this person is really developed, as if he has moved from hell to heaven.

The relishing sentence of the people of Modu shows that a person has finally come out, and the successful description is "living in Tomson and drinking a cup of coffee".

If you move to Yangon, it should become, "Lao Tzu struggled for 20 years and finally qualified to live in the streets of Plaza and see the coconut trees by the sea".

In the same way, when a high-ranking official moved away from Plaza Street dishonorably.

So it's equivalent to-

Falling from heaven to hell.

The neighborhood belongs to the new star of the police world, and the No. 13 mansion with the name of Senior Police Inspector Dan Minming nailed to the door plate is now a bleak and miserable scene.

It seems to be just a matter of days.

The clear pool is filled with grass roots, dirt, leaves, and unknown paper.

Many rooms were marked with seizures, and even the case of the Yamaha grand piano in the foyer had a seal that read "Government Assets."

The oil painting that her daughter painted for her father hung on the wall was lying crookedly on the ground, and the glass frame had been shattered.

The Inspector, no, the smiling face of the former Inspector was trampled on several times.

There was also a half of the crystal chandelier that fell when it was seized and moved.

The lamp beads of the chandelier shattered into a slag of glass that had not been cleaned up.

Although the bright maids and nannies who used to smile at home have not left, they have long since stopped working.

Everybody is smart.

Knowing that the owner of this place had fallen into bad luck, they gathered in the kitchen to discuss whether they could get this month's salary.

In the closed study door on the second floor.

Officer Dan was numbly smoking cigarette after cigarette, cigarette butts casually thrown on the smooth teak floor, the air choking almost invisible.

His wife whimpered and cried beside him.

"What are you crying about, shut up." Dan Minming panicked, pressed the cigarette butt on the table, casually smashed a wooden Buddha statue on the table on the ground, and scolded the woman angrily, "When you first married me, why didn't you cry!" I regret it now, I'll tell you, it's too late! ”

In the past, Dan Minming actually didn't have such an attitude towards his wife.

The other party is his successor, he is more than ten years younger, maybe when he married him, he had other thoughts in his heart, and he may not value him as a person.

But Dan Minming didn't care too much.

The love of middle-aged people is such a rare and undesirable thing.

The police inspector has seen a lot of people's hearts and ghosts over the years, so he will not be naïve to think that the other party was shocked by his tiger body, and fell in love at first sight.

I don't want to be a comfortable rich wife, Mrs. Kuo.

Could it be that he is handsome and romantic?

Don't be funny.

Young and beautiful, willing to marry him, trying some material conditions, reasonable and very fair.

Understand.

You're welcome.

The other party has been decent at the drinking party outside all these years, and he doesn't care if he really likes his daughter at home, but he is always careful and meticulous.

and this day will go on.

If in addition to the firewood, rice, oil and salt of the nine-point life, he can raise a point of true love or family affection, then Dan Minming feels that he is a lucky person.

Not to mention, my wife finally became pregnant again in the past two months.

Dan Minming should not smoke in front of a woman, let alone smoke so much.

But now—

His wife was startled by Dan Minming's angry reprimand, and her voice paused for a moment, and then she lowered her head and sobbed even more.

Officer Dan clutched his head in despair.

"How did things get to this point?"

He asked himself painfully.

A few months ago, he was still enthusiastic about leading the largest anti-black and anti-financial fraud operation in Yangon's history.

He named the joint transnational operation Operation Elephant because it was a symbol of the land beneath his feet.

He also hoped that he could be like a huge male elephant, with irresistible power, and smash a city fox club rat like Brother Hao with one kick.

How ambitious.

Then he fell into the abyss.

After several months of preparatory work, multi-departmental cooperation, and joint law enforcement by Myanmar, Laos, and Thailand...... Everything, Brother Hao destroyed it, and only used an understatement of an official letter.

A high-level investigation was launched against him for malfeasance.

And then

It's like a building block tower that has been stripped of its underlying cornerstone, and the crackdown hasn't even begun.

And it all collapsed.

Lighthearted like a joke.

(End of chapter)