Chang Huan sat in the co-pilot and directed the direction, and said lightly "hmm" to Zhao Zhiyun.
The memory goes back to five years ago, when the counterfeit drug case killed hundreds of breast cancer patients across the country. High-level officials in China attached great importance to it and issued a fatal order, requiring them to immediately find the specific hiding place of counterfeit medicines within a specified time.
Just when they all thought they were going to pack up and leave, an anonymous reporting letter suddenly appeared at the door of the police station, telling them the location where the counterfeit medicines were hidden.
When they arrived, they saw Xia Qingyi and his wife carrying boxes after boxes of counterfeit medicines in a big truck heading to the building with anxious expressions.
It is absolutely true and cannot be denied.
Chang Huan still can't forget the shock of what he saw with his own eyes. He refused to believe that someone who was willing to save him for free would do such a thing out of greed.
But everyone gets both the stolen goods and the contract is clearly written in black and white. Even though he found out the doubts and applied for retrial again and again, he was always rejected because of insufficient evidence.
His unremitting efforts eventually led to Xia Qingyi and Ruan Yiren both jumping off the building and committing suicide out of fear of guilt.
As for himself, because he had broken a leg while protecting Han Ranchen before, and because he failed to handle the case this time, he was completely abandoned and expelled from the police station, and has become a homeless man ever since.
Han Chenluo accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the tears flowing from the corners of Chang Huan's eyes.
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When Xia Xingran woke up, it was already broad daylight. For some reason, this house gave her a rather familiar feeling, and she could sleep peacefully in it.
She yawned and sat up, stretching. I got out of bed and opened the curtains, and the room suddenly became brighter.
She washed briefly, ran to the door and pulled it open, only to find that it was still locked. She walked to the window and pushed it, but it was also locked.
There was no possibility of escape. Xia Xingran could only sigh angrily.
The aroma of grains mixed with the aroma of milk made Xia Xingran's stomach growl. With her long hair disheveled, she ran barefoot to find the fragrance, which was her favorite waffles and milk. She tested the temperature with her hands and it was still warm.
Xia Xingran became more and more curious about her kidnapper. Who is this person? He has such a clear grasp of her preferences and temperature. She hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't resist the temptation of the food. After smelling it, there was no smell, and then she started eating carefully.
After eating, she vaguely remembered the books she saw on the bookshelf last night, and prepared to read to pass the time while waiting for rescue.
Standing on tiptoe, she could barely read the titles of the books on the bookshelf, and was shocked: they were all medical books! She brought a chair and took down a surgery book.
There was some fine dust on the surface of the book. Xia Xingran blew it, waved his hand in front of his eyes, and coughed twice. Opening the inner pages, she found some yellowed curls, and she put her nose to them. It smelled of the smell of aged ink.
She sat on the sofa and read with interest. After turning a few pages, she saw the notes in the margin of the page. She opened her mouth slightly and was speechless for a long time. His whole body trembled like an electric shock, and he stood up immediately.
That's her father Xia Qingyi's handwriting!
The masked man looked at the monitor, frowned, looked at his watch, counted the time, got up and walked to the third floor.
Xia Xingran heard the sound of the door opening and looked in the direction of the door alertly. A man wearing a mask, a white shirt and black trousers came in.
"Do we know each other?" The man unexpectedly broke in. Xia Xingran was not as frightened as she had imagined, but felt more familiar.
The man didn't speak. He had been looking at his watch since he entered the door, as if waiting for something.
"Did you catch me? Who are you? For what?" Xia Xingran asked a series of questions, but the man opposite seemed to be a deaf-mute.
Xia Xingran was anxious, looked at the open door, bent down and was about to run over. The man chuckled and easily caught Xia Xingran, lifted her up and threw her on the bed.
"You..." Xia Xingran sensed the danger, stood up from the bed and wanted to fight back, but she only felt dizzy, and then her whole body felt as if she had been run over by a car, and she couldn't use any strength.
A burst of laughter sounded from the man's throat, then he walked up to Xia Xingran, tied her hands behind her back, and sealed her lips with tape.
Even Xia Xingran, who had never experienced anything between a man and a woman, knew what the man wanted to do to her next.
She clenched her nails on the sweat-soaked sheets beneath her and looked at the man who was unbuttoning his shirt in horror, with increasingly dense sounds of rejection coming from her throat.
But all this made the man's smile become more wild and his eyes more excited.
When the girl's flawless white skin was no longer covered by anything, Xia Xingran's psychology began to collapse. The faster her tears flowed and the louder her sobs became, the more excited the naked man in front of her became.
The man seemed to be holding an extremely precious gift, and he couldn't wait to leave his mark on it. The hot lips were like a brand, lingering on Xia Xingran's body.
When the man's hand slid down Xia Xingran's leg, he felt a touch of stickiness from top to bottom. When he looked up, there was bright red blood dripping from the gaps in the sealed tape.
He immediately panicked and tore off the tape on Xia Xingran's mouth. Xia Xingran spat a mouthful of blood on his face without hesitation. Only then did the man realize that Xia Xingran had bitten his tongue and drew blood.
Before he could speak, he heard a commotion downstairs and a thug with hair rushed in in a panic. The man gave a low drink and immediately covered the naked Xia Xingran with a quilt.
"What happened?" The man also hurriedly put on his clothes. I heard a rush of footsteps in the corridor, approaching the door. The masked man's pupils shrank, he understood, he immediately opened the window and jumped from the third floor.
The kidnapped Xia Xingran and the haired thug were left looking at each other.
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Immediately afterwards, a group of people rushed in through the door. The leading man, wearing a high school uniform and stern eyebrows, is Han Chenluo.
Behind him was a group of well-equipped police officers.
Xia Xingran's hanging heart finally relaxed, and the emotions in her heart surged like a tsunami.
Han Chenluo's eyes seemed to be spitting out fire as he trotted forward. The haired thug cut off the rope that tied Xia Xingran first and dragged her to the window.
Before Xia Xingran could react, a knife was already placed on his neck. The haired thug put a knife to her neck and shouted at the police: "Put down your guns and stand back, or I'll chop her to death!"
The blade cut through the skin, causing Xia Xingran to hiss in pain.
Han Chenluo clenched his fists for a moment, his eyes turned scarlet, and he suppressed his anger and said a few words to Zhao Zhiyun. The policemen exchanged glances with him, bent down, put their guns on the ground, and stepped back.
The haired thug pushed Xia Xingran against the window, pointed a knife at her and ordered: "Jump!"
This is the third floor, at least close to ten meters.
Xia Xingran looked downstairs, and the scene of her parents jumping off the building five years ago began to reappear in her mind. A chill mixed with great fear turned her whole body pale, and she stood there motionless, feeling streams of cold sweat starting from her cervical spine.
"Jump! You won't die!" The haired thug lost his patience and grabbed her arm to jump down.
In the flash of lightning, a gunshot was suddenly heard, and screams suddenly echoed through the sky.
The haired thug fell to the concrete floor with a thud. After twitching a few times, he gradually stopped moving. Large areas of blood stained from his head.
Seeing all this, Xia Xingran became even more dizzy and her body began to shake involuntarily. Han Chenluo dropped the pistol and hugged her tightly.
"Xiao Luo, was it you who fired the gun just now?" She snuggled into Han Chenluo's arms, her voice softer than a feather.
Han Chenluo helped her deal with the wound on her neck, and gently rubbed her pale cheek with his fingertips, saying with a gentle tone: "Well, Uncle Chang Huan just taught me. Sister, you must be scared."
Xia Xingran closed her eyes and said "Yeah" in confusion.
"Sister, can you still dress yourself?" Han Chenluo accidentally caught a glimpse of Xia Xingran's snow-white chest, and his face suddenly turned red.
Xia Xingran immediately opened her eyes, pushed Han Chenluo away, wrapped the quilt tightly around her body, her face flushed with embarrassment.
"I didn't see anything. I turned my back. Sister, please get dressed and call me." There are three hundred taels of silver in this place.
My heart was pounding and my ears were ringing. Xia Xingran couldn't tell for a moment whether it was because of the gunshot just now or because of the embarrassment at the moment.
Before her strength could be restored, Xia Xingran slowly put on her clothes. Following Chang Huan and Han Chenluo, who had been waiting for a long time, they went downstairs and met Zhao Zhiyun.
She actively cooperated and took notes, and then prepared to take the police car back to the city.
Before leaving, she took a good look at the three-story bungalow for the first time in the light of day.
I had a vague feeling that I had seen this house in a photo album somewhere, but I couldn't remember what happened at that time.
