Sitting in the bumpy back seat, looking at the intertwined night and lights outside the car window, Dong Qiangqiang was confused: I wonder when these bad things will be over? I wonder how Jin Yuan is doing now? If he was really in danger, why didn't he call the police? If he doesn't trust the German police, he can ask the embassy for help or simply return home. Why does he still have to stay here? Countless questions lingered in his mind. Although he and Jin Yuan were not familiar with each other, after all, they were both international students and former classmates. He didn't want anything to happen to the other party.
He lit a cigarette and slowly took a puff. The butt of the cigarette flickered in the darkness. He gently pushed the car window open a crack with his hand, and the cool wind suddenly blew in along the crack, making him feel much more awake.
He recalled reporting a crime at the police station at night.
"So, you called the police because someone came into your room and stole something?" A fat policeman who looked about thirty years old sat at the table and looked at Dong Qiangqiang and asked. The fat policeman seemed to have a ball of socks stuffed in his mouth, and he made a grunting noise when he spoke, which gave Dong Qiangqiang a headache.
"Yes." Dong Qiangqiang hesitated, "My landlord can help me prove it."
"Then did you lose anything? Money? Or anything else?" the fat policeman asked while looking for something on a piece of paper.
"Probably not, because he was discovered by the landlord as soon as he entered my room." Dong Qiangqiang thought for a moment, "And I don't have anything valuable."
"So you didn't throw anything away?" the fat policeman said, pointing to a location on the paper, "So you didn't fill in anything here?"
"Yes."
The fat policeman stared at Dong Qiangqiang with squinted eyes, as if to confirm whether he was telling the truth: "Does the landlord still remember what he looks like?"
"Well, the landlord said that the thief is about 1.7 meters tall, with short hair, black color, and no beard." Dong Qiangqiang gestured with his hand, "The skin is a little dark, wearing a blue sportswear and jeans, carrying a black satchel, wearing Wearing a pair of sunglasses. I wrote the license plate on the form below."
"This person said he was your classmate. Do you know anyone who looks similar to the person described by the landlord?" the fat policeman inspired.
"No." Dong Qiangqiang said firmly.
"Did the landlord throw anything away?" The fat policeman was playing with his ballpoint pen, a little absent-mindedly.
Dong Qiangqiang shook his head: "The landlord said he only went to my room."
"Have you had any conflicts with anyone recently? Or conflicts or something like that?" The fat policeman took a sip of coffee.
Jin Yuan's appearance immediately appeared in Dong Qiangqiang's mind, and he remembered the stalking again: "Well, I was followed on the street once before. I even escaped into a dance hall." Dong Qiangqiang was too embarrassed to say more. To be more specific, I vaguely replaced it with "cabaret".
"Stalking? Who is following you? Were you injured that time?"
"No injuries. There seemed to be two people following me. They looked like Southeast Asians. But it was too dark at night and I couldn't see very clearly."
"Um...following...Southeast Asians...cabarets..." The fat policeman wrote something quickly on the paper. Dong Qiangqiang glanced at it. The handwriting was so sloppy that he couldn't recognize what the other party was writing.
"and after?"
"Then I ran away through the back door. No one followed me after that."
"Is there anything else?" The fat policeman seemed to suddenly be interested.
"What else? What else?" Dong Qiangqiang didn't understand.
The fat policeman pointed at the computer and said, "The records in the computer system show that you called the police once in the early hours of last Saturday. Someone attacked you that time, right?"
Wu Xiaoxi's appearance immediately appeared in Dong Qiangqiang's mind, and he nodded: "Yes. It was the transcript that another police officer made for me at that time."
The fat policeman thought for a while and then stood up: "Wait here for a moment." After saying that, he turned and walked into the office behind him.
Through the glass window of the office, Dong Qiangqiang saw the fat policeman talking to a middle-aged male policeman in a gray suit who looked capable. The fat policeman was making gestures while talking, and the middle-aged male policeman glanced at Dong Qiangqiang from time to time. , with a calm and peaceful expression.
The two talked for about ten minutes before the fat policeman came out of the house.
"Well, we are already clear about the situation you mentioned. Look at your transcript again, and if there are no problems, sign here." The fat policeman stretched out a fat finger and pointed at the lower right corner of the paper.
"Will you call the police?" Dong Qiangqiang asked without writing.
"Of course." The fat policeman shrugged, "We will collect fingerprints or footprints at your door, and we will also communicate with your landlord."
"That's great." Dong Qiangqiang signed happily. Suddenly, he remembered something and asked, "Are you going tonight?"
The fat policeman nodded.
"Then I have another question: I won't be home tonight."
"Oh, you haven't been home all night?" The fat policeman was a little confused.
Dong Qiangqiang was about to say that he had to work at night, but suddenly remembered that he did not have a work permit, and quickly changed his words, "I will take the university exam in July, and now I have to read and review."
The fat policeman nodded: "Then we can contact your landlord and enter the house to collect evidence."
"Does this count as a case being filed?"
"Of course. Of course." The fat policeman said hurriedly, "Once we find anything, we will communicate with you immediately, and I hope you keep your mobile phone open. But..." The fat policeman hesitated to speak.
"But what?" Dong Qiangqiang asked curiously.
"There are too many cases like this now," the fat policeman frowned and sighed, "We are still investigating the case you reported last time."
Dong Qiangqiang immediately understood the implication of the fat policeman’s words: It was unlikely that such a case would be solved. He nodded and said goodbye to the fat policeman.
The Turkish boy curled up on the seat next to him was sleeping soundly. Maybe he felt the wind blowing, so he mumbled and turned over.
After smoking two cigarettes in a row, Dong Qiangqiang saw a familiar factory building from a distance.
What made him happy was that as soon as he got off the car, he saw Lei Lanting walking towards him from a distance.
When he approached, Dong Qiangqiang jokingly punched Lei Lanting on the shoulder: "Is your arm okay?"
"I'm fine at all, but the German doctor insisted on me resting for a day, hehe..." Lei Lanting's face was still a little swollen, and bruises could be seen in some places. There was a blue band-aid on his chin, "Call me Lei Laohu from now on. ." He laughed, showing two rows of white teeth.
"I don't know who said that at the station that day..." Dong Qiangqiang deliberately teased him, imitating his tone and said, "'How about I go see a doctor?'"
Lei Lanting laughed twice: "Old Dong, I can see that you are hiding your secrets."
"What did you see?"
"Wilner is bad!" Lei Lanting imitated Dong Qiangqiang's voice.
The two laughed loudly and walked side by side towards the small door of the factory.
Lei Lanting saw Dong Qiangqiang looking in the crowd while walking, and asked curiously: "What are you looking at?"
"Find someone."
"who?"
"You're not the person who stood in your position and did the job that day."
"No need to look. He can't come." Lei Lanting's face darkened and his tone dropped.
"How did you know?" Dong Qiangqiang was a little curious.
"Do you know why I didn't come that day?"
"Didn't you hurt your arm and the doctor asked you to rest?"
Lei Lanting snorted: "Actually, I can come. But someone is plotting against me behind my back. By the way, he also wants to plot against you."
"Is there someone? Are you talking about Yu Jianghai?" Dong Qiangqiang's mind immediately flashed to Yu Jianghai's uncertain face, "You want to trick me? Then why am I still here? How do you know these things?"
"I've been working here for more than a day," Lei Lanting looked around and whispered, "Can I tell you something weird? As for you, I don't know more about it. But many people here They are old fools who work hard but don’t do their best. The Germans are not stupid at all. They know who can do it and who can’t do it.”
Dong Qiangqiang remembered what the brown-haired man had said to him that day, and understood that Lei Lanting's analysis might be right.
"Then why are you here again today?" Dong Qiangqiang asked suspiciously, "And why?"
"Just work hard and don't worry about so many useless things. Come and help me when you have time today." Lei Lanting showed his ID to the guard at the small gate and took the gloves handed over by him. "Let's work here first." On the weekend, then go do something big."
Dong Qiangqiang also took the gloves from the guard: "Well, tell me in detail so that I can be prepared. By the way, what do you want to eat that day?"
Lei Lanting turned around and blinked at Dong Qiangqiang: "Hey, I'll tell you later."
