50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 157 Home stolen

In the evening, Tong Jiajia talked about her family and was a little worried, so Sun Zhiwei decided to go back by himself the next day.

"Zhiwei, how about I go back tomorrow?"

They have not been home for more than half a month since Director Wang was hospitalized, but now is not a good time to go back.

There are outsiders everywhere now. If women and children go out and something happens, they won’t even be able to find out who the enemy is.

But he had nothing to worry about going back alone.

So he said to Tong Jiajia, "You and the children, don't move. I'll find time to go back and check on you tomorrow."

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Sun Zhiwei finished his work in the kindergarten and left.

Before leaving, he told the guard that he would go home in the afternoon and would be back at the latest in the evening.

Now he really feels that he needs a secretary or office manager. Otherwise, when he goes out, the teachers won’t know where to find him if they have any questions.

In the morning, he changed into a military uniform, which was the one given to him by the leader of the naval compound. He held a little red book in his hand, wore a badge on his chest, and rode his bicycle to rush home.

Along the way, large groups of people paraded through the streets, many of them holding boxes of books that came from nowhere.

Sun Zhiwei didn't intend to care about these things. He just got off the bike and pushed it. After passing the library gate and the crowd thinned out, he rode his bike again and rushed home.

When he reached the alley entrance soon, he found that a group of people had gathered at the door of his house, blocking the alley, so he had to ring the bell.

Someone turned around and saw him, and immediately said, "Teacher Sun is back."

As soon as he shouted this, all the onlookers looked at him. Some were anxious, some were gloating, and some were just watching the fun, but no one spoke again.

Sun Zhiwei knew something was wrong as soon as he saw it, so he quickly got out of the car and walked forward. The crowd automatically made way for him to pass.

He looked back and saw that the crowd around him were watching from afar and no one came close, as if they were afraid of being contaminated by something.

He frowned and asked, "Does anyone know who did this? Has anyone called the police or reported it to the street?"

At this time, the neighbor next door, Teacher Yue, came forward and said, "Just now, a group of people said that your house must have hidden old things and wanted to break in. We tried to dissuade them, but it was no use."

Teacher Yue spoke, and then the others followed suit and talked about the situation:
"Yes, yes. The leader threatened us, so we didn't dare to stop them. Then they kicked the door down, knocking half of it down, and then someone broke the lock with a hammer."

"Did any of you say this is a martyr's family home?"

"I did, why didn't you say that?"

"Besides, there's such a big red sign hanging on the door. They're not blind, how could they not see it?"

"But they don't care at all. I see they all have things in their hands. I guess you're not the first one."

The neighbors spoke one after another, filling in the gaps between what had happened previously.

"Teacher Yue, where are they from? Why did they dare to smash the homes of martyrs? Does the street office know about the situation?" Sun Zhiwei asked.

"Hey, I guess he's gotten used to it and gotten bolder. Teacher Sun, I asked my kid to go to the street office to report it, but he hasn't come back yet." "But I don't think anyone will come so soon. Many families nearby have had the same problem recently, and the street office is very busy."

Hearing Teacher Yue's words, he nodded and said, "Thank you, Teacher Yue. Where are those people now?"

Sun Zhiwei was a little upset. He worked in a kindergarten, but his home was robbed. Fortunately, he left his wife and children in the kindergarten.

"Teacher Sun, there are fifteen or sixteen of them. They have all gone in and haven't come out yet." Teacher Yue suddenly answered in a low voice.

Sun Zhiwei raised his eyebrows after hearing this.

Still not leaving? Humph, then all of you should stay.

"I'll go in and take a look. Teacher Yue, please help me watch the car." Sun Zhiwei parked the car against the wall.

"Okay, Mr. Sun, how about you wait a little longer until someone from the street comes and then we go in together? A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him."

Sun Zhiwei smiled and said, "It's okay. I just want to see who is so bold as to smash my house."

The crowd outside didn't dare to get close, but Sun Zhiwei was not afraid. He walked into the half-kicked-down door with a sullen face and walked all the way inside.

As he passed through the gate, he felt behind the half-open door with his right hand and immediately felt the spare bolt.

He held the bolt in his hand and walked inside. In the corridor, he could hear the sound of rummaging through drawers and people talking from a distance.

"These are all burned."

"Don't touch this. This might be an antique. We'll take it away later."

Hearing this, he was a little puzzled, because there was nothing valuable in his house except food and drink.

Speaking of antiques, the only one is probably the teapot I use to drink tea every day, but it was made in a folk kiln in the Qing Dynasty and can be bought in a thrift store. It’s not worth much, right?
Sun Zhiwei walked to the gate of the yard with doubts, and saw that the gate was open. There was a fire in the middle, and people kept coming out of the house with books and throwing them into the fire.

He was so furious that he rushed into the gate in one step. Without asking any questions, he swung the bolt and knocked the three people in the yard unconscious.

When he walked into the living room, several people outside had just fallen down. The four people who were rummaging in the living room heard the noise and looked over.

But before they could take a closer look, they followed the same path as the three people in the yard.

Afterwards, Sun Zhiwei began to check the houses one by one, knocking out anyone he met. By the time he finished checking all the houses, he had knocked down 14 people.

However, this number is obviously wrong. The neighbors just said there were fifteen or sixteen people, which is one or two less.

We've already looked around the house, and now the most likely possibility is that it's in the basement.

He went straight to the kitchen and saw in the corner that the basement door was open.

Sun Zhiwei lifted the bolt and walked gently down to the basement. The space had been cleared. He found two people downstairs, rummaging through the warehouse.

(End of this chapter)