Dong Qiangqiang couldn't remember how he walked into the station police station in the end, or maybe he didn't walk in by himself at all, but was dragged in by a male police officer, but no matter what, he and Du Lan ended up in the station. .
He and Du Lan were questioned separately by the police, and each told the ins and outs of the incident. After confirming the consistency of the two confessions, the Swedish police called the German police to verify whether the two confessions were true.
When the Swedish police finally determined the truth, it was almost 19:00 in the evening, and Dong Qiangqiang and Du Lan spent a whole day in the police station.
Fortunately, the two of them had truthfully informed the German police about the large banknotes they carried with them before leaving Germany, and gained their understanding and consent. With the mediation of the German police, the Swedish police finally did not charge Dong Qiangqiang with smuggling or money laundering for bringing a large amount of foreign currency into the country without permission, and only gave him a verbal warning.
Regrettably, the Swedish police eventually failed to locate the place where Lao Chen called Dong Qiangqiang through his mobile phone number. They promised that they would try their best to help Dong Qiangqiang find the person and contact him as soon as there is any news about Lao Bai. In addition, since Lao Chen had unilaterally canceled the transaction over the phone, the Swedish police did not put any more trackers or anything like that in Dong Qiangqiang's money box. They just made a record of all the banknotes to facilitate tracking, and asked him to and Du Lan return to Germany as soon as possible.
Although Dong Qiangqiang was a big bargain by not being detained by the police, he did not feel relaxed. He walked out of the police station gate in a daze, walked a few steps, and then stood in the middle of the endless stream of people, staring motionless at the smooth mirror-like ground with a dull expression, without saying a word for a long time.
Du Lan knew that he was sad, so he walked slowly to his side and gently took his arm: "The strong save themselves, and the saint saves others. We are all ordinary people, so don't blame yourself too much."
Dong Qiangqiang knew that what Du Lan said was right, but he just felt like there was a ball of old rag in his throat that had been used for many years, and he wanted to dig it out but couldn't.
"You didn't eat much at the police station at noon. How about we find a place to rest and discuss the next thing?" Du Lan asked tentatively while carefully observing Dong Qiangqiang's reaction, " The next train back to Hamburg leaves in about an hour, so we still have time."
Seeing Dong Qiangqiang's indifferent reaction, Du Lan led him into the nearest pizza shop without any explanation, and thoughtfully ordered Dong Qiangqiang's favorite Italian tomato bolognese spaghetti.
After Du Lan finished a bite of pizza, he realized that Dong Qiangqiang was looking at the knife and fork in front of him with a solemn expression, in a daze.
"If you don't like this, I'll order you some pizza. What flavor do you like?" Du Lan thoughtfully turned over the menu and patted Dong Qiangqiang's forearm, "Hawaiian? Margarita? Mexican style? Or Chicken Supreme? These all look good."
"I want to drink." Dong Qiangqiang's face looked ugly, "It doesn't matter whether it's whiskey or vodka, the stronger the better, no ice."
Generally, when Asians drink whiskey vodka, they add some ice cubes or other drinks such as soda water or cola. On the one hand, it dilutes the alcohol, and on the other hand, it also reduces the burning sensation caused by the alcohol entering the stomach, making the taste less harsh. Drinking it raw without adding ice cubes is actually the drinking habit of Europeans.
Du Lan naturally knew the importance of drinking these strong drinks. She moved her body as close as possible to the other party and reminded him in a low voice: "But this is a pizza shop, not a pub. They don't sell alcohol here. Or I can order you a soda."
Hearing Du Lan say that there was no wine, Dong Qiangqiang opened his palms and raised them in front of him dejectedly, as if he wanted to see clues in the criss-crossing and mysterious palm lines. "We've been on the road for three days and two nights since we received the call. I thought I would have a chance to bring Lao Bai back today, but in the end I still came up empty-handed. Do you think this is because my fate is bad?" Dong Qiangqiang sighed with a wry smile. He spoke in a tone of voice, clenching and opening his fists, as if he was in a daze.
"It has nothing to do with whether your life is good or not." Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang's thoughts had reached a dead end, Du Lan could only think of ways to distract him, "We can't account for everything. Sometimes we can only get what we try our best. An unsatisfactory result, if you are not satisfied with the result and cannot change it, then you can only accept it, this is reality."
"Maybe if I had been stricter that night, I would have been able to persuade him. Maybe if I had said the right thing today, the result would not have been like this." Guilt filled Dong Qiangqiang's heart, and he lowered his head guiltily, "You know I am in the police department. What is the biggest thing on the bureau’s mind? I’m not worried that the Swedes will convict me. I just feel sorry for Lao Bai’s parents and his children.”
"I'm also sorry that this was the final result, but you really don't have to feel guilty." Du Lan put his hand on the back of Dong Qiangqiang's hand, patted it twice before holding his hand, "You have tried your best. , Really. You did better than any of them. His parents and children would be grateful to you from the bottom of their hearts if they knew what you did for Lao Bai."
Du Lan's praise did not make Dong Qiangqiang relieved. Instead, it became the catalyst that turned his guilt into sadness. The sadness instantly filled his nasal cavity like a pungent smoke, making him want to cry again and again. Feeling like vomiting. He stood up hurriedly and rushed into the bathroom with red eyes.
In the bathroom, Dong Qiangqiang poured cold tap water on his face over and over again. His clothes and hair were splashed with water, and locks of hair stuck to his cheeks. He silently recited Du Lan's words in his mind, trying to convince himself to accept the reality, but the thoughts of guilt always jumped out involuntarily, tearing down the psychological construction he had just made. Before Dong Qiangqiang could hint at himself again, Lao Bai's Faces, Hualing's face, Lao Bai's parents' faces, Lao Bai's relatives' faces, all popped up in his mind like mushrooms after rain.
Dong Qiangqiang didn't know whether he was angry with himself or with these faces. He roared angrily and slapped more water onto his face with his palms.
At this moment, Du Lan suddenly shouted outside the bathroom: "Dong Qiangqiang! Come out quickly!"
Dong Qiangqiang thought Du Lan was in some trouble, so he rushed out of the bathroom without wiping the water stains on his face. "problem occurs?"
"Someone called me just now," Du Lan said with a panicked look on his face, "saying he knew the whereabouts of Lao Bai."
"Who?" Dong Qiangqiang was suddenly shocked.
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