In Li Kaihua's memory, the number of conflicts between the Jinjiang Public Security Bureau and the garrison students was rarely seen, but Liu Kunlun alone had never heard of it. It was basically a conflict between traffic police and military vehicles, and had little to do with the school police. Li Kaihua didn't want to say too much because of his identity. He just said that it was too long and he couldn't remember it clearly. He vaguely had a child. He had to ask other people the specific situation.

"The one who dares to go out to fight must be the old bird." Li Kaihua said, "In 1984, I was still a newcomer and didn't dare to do this. The school system of the public security cadre school is different from that of the current police station. It does not admit students through the college entrance examination, but recruits internal children, veterans, etc. from the society. There are also some departments who have been working as police officers for two years but their business is not solid, so they have also returned to study, so the personnel composition is very complicated. Go and ask the senior students at that time. I recommend someone, Ma Guoqing from Huahuo Police Station, you should remember him."

Chu Tong didn't give up. She mentioned another clue, which was that the police academy students violated discipline and fell in love, causing the other party to get pregnant and drop out of school. The police academy leaders must know that there will be records in the police academy's files.

Li Kaihua smiled: "This is really unhelpful. It happened twenty years ago, and many things are incomplete. Besides, the girl bit her mouth and didn't say who it was, who could be punished? In my memory, the classmates who were not fired at that time."

The line was broken again, but at least Li Kaihua pointed out a way. Liu Kunlun keenly felt that Li Kaihua was not a name that casually mentioned. This Ma Guoqing would definitely be a breakthrough.

...

The next day, in the duty room of Huahuo Police Station, the police on duty told Liu Kunlun that Lao Ma was on rest and did not go to work. Liu Kunlun did not ask Ma Guoqing's home address ignorantly. The police are a special industry and offended many people. The home address and the places where family and children go to work and school need to be kept confidential. However, he saw Ma Guoqing's mobile phone number on a community contact card, so he called and said that he was introduced by Li Kaihua and wanted to inquire about what happened back then.

"Looking for a biological father, okay, I'll go back to the office now." Ma Guoqing did not have the mysterious color of Li Kaihua. He was just an ordinary film policeman. When he returned to the office, he wore casual clothes. He looked no different from ordinary people. He was just a middle-aged uncle who was overwhelmed by the burden of life and work.

Ma Guoqing held the thermos, sat at his desk, and looked at Chu Tong gently: "Tell me."

Chu Tong described the information he had. Lao Ma fell into deep thought, lit a cigarette and smoked for a long time before saying, "There is such a person."

Liu Kunlun and Chu Tong pricked their ears, but at this time a colleague came over to get a bunch of materials for Lao Ma to do it. He had to do the serious business first. An hour had passed after he finished his work.

"Sorry, I finally took a break and didn't want to take my daughter out for fun. I cleaned it up at home. So I'll get things done as soon as I come back." Ma Guoqing smiled apologetically and continued the topic just now, "It's been twenty years since I've just sorted out my memory again. There is indeed this person and this story, and his name is Luo Lan."

"Luo Lan?" Chu Tong said in confusion. This seemed to be the name of a girl.

"Luo Ruiqing's Luo, Bolan's Lan, looks like a girl's name, but he is still very manly." Ma Guoqing smiled, "He is different from us students. He is a commissioned student."

"Commission?" Chu Tong didn't understand even more.

"Yes, he is not a public security person, and his identity is confidential, but I guess he may be a security person. The Ministry of State Security had just been established less than a year and needed to train his own people, but he did not have his own college, so he could only place the newly recruited people in the public security cadre school for training. Anyway, the investigation technology is the same."

Speaking of the group fight, Ma Guoqing was filled with emotion: "I went there too, and Luo Lan and I were not familiar with him, but some classmates were familiar with him. Young people were loyal. Some people bullied our brothers. How could they get together? In fact, they didn't fight. They just pulled out and set up a battle with the other party in the name of watching group movies, and it was over. In those days, there was no need for a large group of people to deal with gangsters. One person in white police uniform was enough, so the provincial military district police connection was standing opposite us..."

Ma Guoqing only knows so much. He is not familiar with Luo Lan, and he doesn't know where this person will go after graduation. Liu Kunlun wants to ask something. Someone outside shouted, "Old Ma, your daughter is here." Before he finished speaking, a short girl of fifteen or sixteen years old walked in and said angrily: "Dad, you said you'll go home in a while. It's been a few hours."

"I haven't worked overtime, I'll handle something." Ma Guoqing stood up, nodded to the two visitors, and went home with his daughter's shoulders.

This time, there was finally a breakthrough. Chu Tong knew his father's name. Luo Lan, such a poetic and romantic name. He also had a special identity. He was an agent. In 1984, a young student policeman wearing a white police uniform, was a heroic figure and a romantic legend. Chu Tong understood his mother's decision back then.

Although I found the real name of my biological father, it was even more difficult to continue to check it down. It was equivalent to plagiarism in the process of evaluating Guoan's files. In fact, I couldn't even find an acquaintance who could speak.

"Check household registration files." Liu Kunlun thought of another trick, and he had to ask Zhan Ziyu to take action. Although this guy is still a student, he has many friends. It is too easy to find a computer for the Intranet to check the personal name. However, there are more than 300 people named Luo Lan in Jinjiang, and none of them are male. If you put them in the province and search nationwide, it will be even more vast. Even if you narrow the query scope, it will be useless. This method will not work.

Chu Tong thought hard and finally thought of another clue: "I heard that my father had been remitting money to my mother for a long time. My mother didn't ask for the money, but the remittance address should be found."

"Your mother is afraid that she won't tell you." Liu Kunlun said.

"I know, my mother is a Scorpio, and she will never forgive Luo Lan, this unfaithful person who abandons her and her children, but I think that's a misunderstanding. After all, Luo Lan's profession is special, and his mission makes him have to make this choice..." Chu Tong sighed for a while, and suddenly laughed, "If my mother doesn't tell me, naturally someone told me, because I have a careful and kind grandmother."

Chu Tong's grandfather was a leader of the Hankou business community before liberation. Later, he was labeled as a capitalist. His private house in a prosperous area in Hankou was confiscated. The property returned to the original owner in the late 1970s. Chu Tong lived there since he was a child. This address has never changed. Luo Lan's remittances were sent here. Although they were returned every time, I believe that the careful grandmother would leave the remittance address.

Chu Tong guessed correctly. She called home on a long distance phone, chatted with her grandmother for a long time, and finally got what she wanted.

Although my grandmother is old, she is not out of date. She recorded the address of Luo Lan's remittance over the years in a small notebook. Later, she learned to use a computer to turn the big and small things at home and her memoirs into documents and stored them in the hard drive. The old man sent an email to Chu Tong, and there was a long list of records in the letter.

The remittances were concentrated in the late 1980s, which was when Chu Tong learned to speak. At that time, there was a remittance almost every week, with different numbers and inconsistent addresses. Sometimes in Omi, sometimes in Shanghai or Shenzhen, not only were there remittances, but also postcards from all over the country.

"Luo Lan expressed his love for Chu Yanran and his daughter in this way." Chu Tong almost burst into tears when he saw these things. What a tender and romantic person his father is. Unfortunately, due to his limited identity, he could only abandon his wife and daughter for the sake of his motherland and wander around the world.

In the 1990s, the frequency of remittances gradually decreased, becoming once a month, and later once a half year, but the amount became larger and larger, each transaction was more than 10,000 yuan, and there were even Western Union remittances from abroad.

"The silent game between these two people is really interesting." Liu Kunlun found it quite interesting. Luo Lan kept remitting money for ten years, and Chu Yanran returned it every time. Both of them were obsessed with it. Perhaps this was also a way of communication. Luo Lan used remittance to express guilt and love, and Aunt Chu used the return to express refusal and incomprehension.

The last remittance was eight years ago. Luo Lan has not remitted money since then. Liu Kunlun couldn't help but think of a terrible possibility, maybe Luo Lan died.

"Impossible." Chu Tong said, "I feel that he is still alive, so we will start from this last address."

The address for the last post office remittance was back to Omi, at No. 28 Fuqian Street.

It is already nine o'clock in the evening. In order to find out the whereabouts of his biological father, Chu Tong didn't even go to school. He took several days of sick leave to fight every second. Liu Kunlun could only sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman to find the area around Fuqian Street. Now it has become a high-rise building. Over the years, the city of Jinjiang has been developing too fast, and many old streets and alleys no longer exist. However, this also gives Liu Kunlun a reminder that although the address is no longer there, the archives are still there.

The next day, Liu Kunlun once again entrusted his relationship to check the household registration files of the police station in Fuqian Street. No. 28 was a public household, which originally had many affiliated household registrations, but basically all of these people moved out, and after reading it, Luo Lan's name was not available.

The household registration police explained the reason. The household registration book on No. 28 is a collective household. That is to say, some college graduates and officers who do not have their own houses for the time being, and then they will move their household registration when the unit has divided the house or purchased commercial housing by themselves.

"Look, there is only one person left in this household registration book, but this person is definitely not what you are looking for." said the household registration police officer.

"Maybe the pseudonym is used," Chu Tong said.

"What my sister-in-law said is very likely." Zhan Ziyu, who accompanied him, agreed and suggested checking the people who moved out of the household registration book one by one, and there will always be clues.

"Too many." Liu Kunlun was a little dizzy when he looked at dozens of names. These people were not the same unit, and they might not really live at No. 28 Fuqian Street. They were just affiliated with a household registration. The labor cost consumed after checking is not low.

"It's okay, I'll ask a few friends to investigate together. Besides, our police actually use this stupid method to investigate the case." Zhan Ziyu took a lot of money and had to ride the R1 for a month.

"I suggest starting from the only person who stayed." Liu Kunlun looked at the single-shaped name on the file - You Rong.
Chapter completed!