Chapter 66 Speak Quickly, I Can't Make Up Any More

From the very moment he set eyes on him, Yu Dachang had been turning over in his mind how to broach the subject.

Wei Chuang had undoubtedly kept a close eye on him ever since he returned from his disappearance.

He must have also figured out that he was suffering from amnesia.

The only way to get him to spill the truth without any reservations was to make him believe that his former student had fully recovered his memories.

After observing him all the way here, coupled with the attitude his wife had shown him, Yu Dachang finally delivered those words just now.

Since he didn't know the specifics, he would simply take all the blame upon himself and offer a sincere apology.

This would create a false impression in Wei Chuang's mind: He has regained his memory, or else he wouldn't be apologizing to me.

Yu Dachang's gamble paid off, and the strategy proved remarkably effective.

Seeing Wei Chuang staring at him in astonishment and asking questions, Yu Dachang had already prepared his response.

"Yes, it's just a pity that I only remembered it now, otherwise I would have come over to apologize to you long ago." Yu Dachang said, gently lowering his head as he placed his hand over Wei Chuang's:

"Brother Chuang, I've wronged you."

"No, it's not your fault." Wei Chuang panicked, seemingly caught off guard by Yu Dachang's words. A look of pain crossed his face as he hastily shook his head:

"Please don't say that. If I hadn't gone with you back then, none of this subsequent trouble would have happened. It was me, the teacher, who was far too arbitrary."

Wei Chuang sighed repeatedly and sucked through his teeth, wearing an expression of profound regret that made Yu Dachang frown.

Go on, keep talking... He found that Brother Chuang had quite a repertoire of expressions, cycling through several in just this short span of time, yet completely avoiding the main point.

Still, it wasn't a total loss.

From Wei Chuang's previous remarks, Yu Dachang gathered that the incident in question involved him tagging along with him.

"I shouldn't have asked you to come along." For now, he had no choice but to play along with Wei Chuang's thread:

"When all is said and done, it was my fault."

Just as Wei Chuang was about to reply, his wife emerged from the kitchen. She first shot a glare at Wei Chuang and then chimed in:

"Why bring up things of the past? You've already been transferred to manage household registration; what's the use of talking about this now?"

When the woman wears the trousers, the household collapses... Yu Dachang was boiling with frustration, his hands slowly clenching into fists beneath the table.

The two of us were having a pleasant time probing each other, and you, as the wife, should just focus on washing your dishes.

Is this any of your business?

If you were as fat as me, you'd want to commit suicide—it's easy to talk when you're not the one bearing the weight.

He noticed that Wei Chuang seemed somewhat afraid of his wife.

And understandably so; who wouldn't be bewildered having a wife like that, let alone being demoted to the most dead-end department like household registration.

Yu Dachang guessed that Wei Chuang had long since lost any say in his own household.

Unexpectedly, this time Wei Chuang grew a spine.

"What are you interrupting for when us men are talking!" He glared fiercely, standing up and pointing at his wife with the air of someone ready for a brawl:

"In your eyes, what is there besides money? You damn—"

"No, no, no!" Yu Dachang hurriedly stepped in to push Wei Chuang back down, then turned his head to signal with his eyes for his wife to go hide for a moment.

Perhaps unaccustomed to seeing Wei Chuang fly into such a rage, his wife froze for a second before retreating into the inner bedroom without daring to utter another word.

Now nobody is interrupting us anymore... Yu Dachang rejoiced inwardly, though he still had to maintain a look of remorse on the surface.

"Look at this, Brother Chuang. What a mess. Causing you two to quarrel because of my affairs, it's all my fault."

"It has nothing to do with you." Wei Chuang sat back down and let out a sigh:

"You have no idea. For the past year, I've been taking flak both inside and outside the home; I've been wanting to dress her down for a long time."

Yu Dachang offered a few more words of comfort before steering the conversation abruptly:

"Did you keep investigating after that incident?"

This was pure fishing.

He had no earthly idea what had happened, yet he had to steer the topic toward that event.

Chatting long enough would eventually reveal some clues, and for now, he had no choice but to pretend he knew everything.

"Dachang." Wei Chuang's expression shifted abruptly, gazing at Yu Dachang with deep concern:

"The best possible outcome is that you've come back. Just focus on your work and stop dwelling on that matter."

Just what on earth was that matter... Yu Dachang felt his stomach churning from this conversational sparring.

True to his background as a police academy instructor, he answered questions with watertight perfection.

What a talent!

Well, I refuse to believe it... Yu Dachang deliberately glanced toward the direction of the bedroom, then lowered his voice and spoke with a mysterious air:

"Don't you even want to know what I experienced during those nine-plus months of disappearance?"

The tactic proved effective indeed.

He noticed that upon hearing these words, Wei Chuang's lips parted slightly and his eyebrows twitched upward.

Though the movement was subtle, it didn't escape Yu Dachang's watchful eyes.

The appearance of these two micro-expressions indicated that Wei Chuang was consumed by curiosity.

"Can—can you tell me about it?" His speech stammered, betraying the nervousness he felt.

"Of course I can, but..." Yu Dachang deliberately drew out the syllable, while actually racking his brain for what to say next.

He certainly couldn't describe his actual experiences, but he could use the topic as bait to extract information.

"You need to tell me first where the two of us went back then." Yu Dachang also assumed a curious expression:

"My memory hasn't fully returned; I only remember what happened afterward, but the beginning of it all is a blank."

Inventing this excuse practically exhausted every single brain cell Yu Dachang possessed.

Concocting a watertight alibi in the gaps of their conversation was an endeavor of hellish difficulty.

Fortunately, Wei Chuang didn't harbor any suspicion.

"You don't know where you went?" He pondered for a moment before asking:

"Then were you locked up in a sealed room for those nine-plus months of your disappearance?"

"Precisely." Yu Dachang nodded.

Quick, spill it, I can't make up any more lies... He felt as though Wei Chuang was interrogation-style fishing him right back.

The interrogation techniques taught at the police academy were wielded by Wei Chuang with absolute mastery, and Yu Dachang even suspected it had become second nature to him.

"Having disjointed memories is indeed troublesome, and it doesn't help your brain's recovery."

Wei Chuang said, wearing an empathetic look as he reminisced:

"On April twenty-eighth of last year, you suddenly came to me and asked me to accompany you to a place."

"Mm-hmm~" Yu Dachang's eyes widened into perfect circles, staring at him with eager anticipation.

"I refused at first, but I couldn't hold out against your persuasion over two consecutive days."

Wei Chuang paused here, appearing to harbor some regret for not sticking to his principles back then.

Yu Dachang didn't dare to interrupt, simply fixing his unblinking gaze upon him.

After a brief silence, Wei Chuang continued:

"You said there would be danger, but that it would also save many people."

"I advised you to call the police, but you insisted that only by finding evidence there could the police open a case."

"So, on April thirtieth, you and I went to the abandoned radar station on Mount Xiaofeng, and as a result..."

Upon hearing the three words "Mount Xiaofeng," Yu Dachang stood up abruptly as if struck by lightning.

His face mirrored a complex blend of shock, panic, and sheer disbelief.

He locked his gaze onto Wei Chuang's eyes:

"We went to the abandoned radar station on the mountain?!!"