On the highway in Shonan, there was a speeding pickup truck.
"Then how about I let you live for two more years?"
As soon as Yang Ning said these words, Ruan Kai in the passenger seat suddenly trembled, and Han Yang, who was yelling angrily in the cab, immediately shut up.
Even the pickup truck, which was driving smoothly, made a few sudden honking sounds.
Both of these two people know that the words about life span that come from someone's mouth are often relatively accurate.
Yang Ning looked at their violent reactions and wondered: "What? Isn't it right for the client to give some benefits when he helps with the work?"
Ruan Kai nodded and said: "Yes, yes, should, should..."
Han Yang in the carriage also nodded: "Yes, absolutely should!"
He leaned against the windshield where the inner side of the truck body connects with the cabin, and said against the cold wind on the highway: "This move of yours will give you two years of life, how generous you are!"
"Let me go, this wind is really strong! Damn it, it's all the fault of that Ruan guy!"
"You surnamed Ruan, come out here! I'll fuck you!"
"It's time for us to change!"
...
Yang Ning's words were definitely out of good intentions.
He really wanted to extend the store manager's life by two years.
It's just that the way of expression may be a little problematic, causing a beautiful misunderstanding.
Listening to Yang Ning's greetings, the store manager thought of the people being carried away one after another from Yundu Road, covered with white sheets.
Yang Ning was asking him if he wanted to live for two more years.
But what he understood was that if he did this, he could live for another two years. If he didn't...
Then I guess I was carried away tonight covered with a white sheet.
In just a few seconds, the store manager simulated all the escape methods he could think of with a sad face.
Unfortunately, the simulation results were not very successful.
Just when the store manager felt extremely sad about his ill-fated fate, suddenly, he suddenly thought of a solution to the problem!
Since making a banner can help you live two more years...
Then, wouldn’t it be nice if you were more diligent in the future?
If the little boss is happy taking care of him, maybe he can still make some money from this business? !
With this thought in mind, the store manager immediately put down what he was doing and hurried out without saying a word.
A pennant with only one "6" does not take much time to make.
In the evening, the store manager got the finished product.
But thinking about Yang Ning's instructions to send it over in two days, he was not in a hurry.
Another clerk, Xiaonan, works the night shift in the convenience store at night.
After handing over to Xiaonan, the store manager is getting ready to get off work.
Before leaving, he stared at Yang Ning's Lingwa shop opposite for a long time.
Although the evil girl was no longer there at this time, he still looked at her lovingly for a long time.
Just when he was about to leave reluctantly, he saw a small figure appearing outside Lingwa's shop.
Wen Lele, the boy who once wanted to borrow money from Yang Ning.
This time the scars on his face were worse than before.
Standing at the door of the store, looking at the warm, yellowish candlelight in Lingwa's store, Wen Lele felt inexplicably hot tears welling up in his eyes.
He limped into the store and stood in front of the carpet.
In front of the desk, there were several candles dimly lit.
Behind the desk, Yang Ning, who once lay sleeping soundly, was no longer there.
He knelt in front of the carpet, his head on the ground, motionless.
Gradually, he began to choke, then sob, and finally burst into tears.
This process lasted about half an hour.
After crying, the boy wiped his tears with his own clothes. He took out the crumpled IOU handwritten by himself the day before from his pocket.
"I'm sorry, my mother and I were beaten again."
"It seems that I still need that money."
"If it was just me, I could bear it, but I can't always watch my mother get beaten."
"So, I'm sorry, even if you are not here, even if I don't know if you are willing to lend me money, I, I can only do this."
After speaking, the boy kowtowed to the desk several times.
Very formal.
Putting the IOU on the desk, he took a doll from the shelf next to him and pressed it down. The boy said to the desk, "Thank you, I, I'm going to get your money."
Familiar with the road, he walked to a pile of suitcases in the corner of the store and opened them.
Still the same as the day before yesterday, he counted out the 45,000 yuan very seriously, put the other items back, locked the box, and the boy took the money he "borrowed" and left the Lingwa store with heavy steps.
The moment I walked through the store door——
jingle!
The wind chimes hanging above the door of Lingwa's shop made a crisp and sweet sound.
...
The next day, Zhongzhou Police Force.
All other offices were off work, but the criminal investigation lights were still on.
Liu Bin walked to Qin Hao's desk and said, "Captain Qin, I understand the basic situation of the child you asked to check two days ago."
Qin Hao was stunned for a moment. For the first time, he didn't remember which one Liu Bin was talking about.
Liu Bin reminded: "Lingwa shop, the night when I died and became disabled, the boy who wanted to run in in the middle of the night."
Qin Hao suddenly said: "Oh, I remember, what's going on with him?"
Liu Bin said with some sympathy: "The child's name is Wen Lele. He is a bit pitiful. He lives at No. 46, Chenguang Lane, Beiwen Street."
"The biological father's whereabouts are unknown, and the disabled mother remarried with her son. As a result, she met a stepfather who was prone to domestic violence."
"Orphans and widowed mothers are often beaten. Although it is unfortunate, at least the man they met is willing to support them and is willing to pay for Wen Lele to go to school."
Qin Hao nodded, "Is there anything else?"
"Nothing else."
Liu Bin was silent for two seconds and said: "Team Qin, Wen Lele's stepfather is called Feng Dalong. His domestic violence tendency is a bit serious. How about asking the civil police to criticize and educate him?"
After he finished speaking, Qin Hao, who was staring at the computer screen, raised his head and stared at him, "Critical education?"
Liu Bin nodded: "Yes, criticism and education, what's the problem?"
"This is a big problem!"
Qin Hao stared at him and said, "I want to give you domestic violence now!"
"You never thought about what happens after the police officers leave after criticizing and educating them?"
"Will the behavior of domestic violence be changed just by being criticized and educated? It can't be changed!"
"As soon as the police officer left, wouldn't Feng Dalong beat the orphan and widowed mother to death?"
Liu Bin thought for a while and said, "Then arrest that guy and lock him up for a few days! Can't you cure him?"
After speaking, Liu Bin found Qin Hao looking at him with an expression of "Are you okay?"
"Liu Bin, let me ask you, if you arrest that man, who will take care of the orphans and widowers? Will you take care of him?"
"School will start soon. Will you pay Wen Lele's tuition?"
Liu Bin: "..."
"Then, Captain Qin, there is no solution to this matter?"
Qin Hao continued to look at the screen in front of him and said: "We are criminal police officers. This matter gives the civil police officers a headache. There are too many domestic violence cases. How can we control it?"
"If no one is killed, it's not under our control."
Liu Bin nodded helplessly and said: "Okay, it's getting late, Captain Qin, should I leave first?"
"Well, let's go."
After Liu Bin left, Qin Hao stared at the screen in front of him for a while, got up a little irritably, walked to the window and lit a cigarette for himself.
Before I finished smoking, my cell phone rang.
"Captain Qin, murder case!"
"No. 46, Chenguang Lane, Beiwen Street!"
...
