Wu Lai was a little hesitant, and the guarding policeman said loudly to him again, "Excuse me!" Wu Lai then began to untie the rope that was already tied to the waist of his trousers, took it out and held it in his hand, not daring to hand it to Wei Qiang.
Intimidated by the power of the guarding policeman, Wei Gong took off his belt but did not hand it to Wu Lai. The guarding police officer shouted again, give him the belt.
Wei Qiangzheng had no choice but to hand the brown cowhide leather belt in his hand to Wu Lai, but Wu Lai did not dare to take it. The guarding policeman gestured for him to take it, but he was too embarrassed to hand the knotted and dirty rope to Wei Qiang.
Of course, Wei Qiangda didn't want to take the rotten rope that was used as his trousers. He turned his body sideways, with his butt facing Wu Lai, and the guard policeman ordered him to take the rope.
Wei Qiang didn't turn around, but Wu Lai turned to face him and handed him the rope. He also said in a very low voice, "I will return your belt to you later."
I don’t know if Wei Zhuangzhang heard it, but he reluctantly took the rope and threw it to the ground. The police guard pointed at the rope, bulging his eyes and yelled loudly, and picked it up.
Wei Qiang had no choice but to accept the wind and picked it up out of helplessness. The guarding police officer insisted and ordered to tie it on the waistband of his trousers. Wei Qiang, who was holding the button of his pants with one hand and the rope with the other, had no choice but to do as he was told. But he gritted his teeth and glanced at Wu Lai again. Wu Lai hesitated for a moment, then buried his head and tied the belt to his trousers. After the work was done, the guarding policeman told them to go to work quickly. If they couldn't complete the task, they would have to work overtime.
Wei Changzheng shoveled a few shovels of soil on the road full of dirt and rubbish. He looked up and saw that Wu Lai was walking towards the jungle on the roadside. It was estimated that he was in a hurry and needed convenience.
When he saw that the guarding policeman had already patrolled there, Wei Changzhang felt warm, put away his shovel, and walked towards the jungle on the roadside.
To passers-by and other reform-through-labor prisoners, he gave the impression that he was going to the woods for convenience, but he was not at all. He wanted to go over and "fix" Wu Lai, intending to vent his anger.
Wu Lai was peeing at the base of a black locust tree when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. He thought he was done, so he put on his pants and left.
But before he had put on his trousers, a rope was wrapped around his neck and strangled tightly. When he touched it, he felt that it was the rope he used as a trouser belt. He had been ordered by the guarding policeman a quarter of an hour ago. He handed it to Wei Qiang, and now it was on his neck. It was obvious that Wei Qiang saw that there was no one in the forest and came to take revenge on him.
Before he could even think about stretching his head, Wei Qiangzheng roared, "You bastard Wu Lai, give me back the belt, or I will strangle you to death today."
Wu Lai struggled and said, "You dare?" If you want to strangle me, you have to shoot me. Wei Qiangzheng really strangled him hard, will you give him a hand? Wu Lai could hardly speak, but he still held back a sentence, "If you want me to take my belt back to you, you must...have to...in front of the guarding police..."
Damn it, you are so stubborn even when you are about to die. Wei Guangqiang scolded him full of complaints, kicked him on the waist, and strangled his neck hard for nearly 10 minutes. Wu Lai, who was rolling around with his eyes white and twisting, stopped moving. Suddenly fell to the ground.
Wei Zhuang was a little panicked. As soon as Wu Lai's nostrils were gone, he quickly took out the cowhide that was originally his from the button of Wu Lai's trousers and tied it to the waist of his trousers.
He moved his eyes and found Wu Lai's unblinking eyes staring at him. He felt the terror he had never experienced before and thought to himself: The only way now is to escape. If he can escape, he can save his life. If he is caught by the police, If you are caught, you will have to be sentenced to death, because even children understand the simple principle of murder for life. Wei Qiang certainly understands it. The more he understands, the more afraid he will be.
He ran desperately deep into the forest. As he ran, he tripped over a kudzu vine. This trip made him become "smart", that is, he figured it out: If you kill someone, the sky net will be vast, and there will be no leaks. Can you run away? He felt a little regretful and thought of a way to cover up his crime.
He quickly pulled out the kudzu, using his hands and teeth at the same time, turning the kudzu into a rope-like shape and holding it in his hand. He immediately returned to the body that killed Wu Lai, tied a knot around the kudzu and wrapped it around him. neck, and then hung Wu Lai's body on a locust tree, pretending to be the scene where Wu Lai committed suicide by hanging himself.
He was about to get out of the forest and return to the rough road to build the road. After walking a few steps, he thought of another thing. He returned to Wu Lai's body, took off his belt and tied it around Wu Lai's waistband. , he tied the dirty knotted rope that strangled Wu Lai to the waist of his trousers, and then walked out of the jungle in a big way.
The guarding policeman was standing on the road looking at him and yelling, "Old Wei, there are no hair pits on the mountain. I thought you fell into the hair pit!" Come and work quickly. If you can't finish the task, you will have to work overtime.
Know! Wei Changzhang tried his best to control his panic and pretended to be calm.
Did Wu Lai relieve himself on the mountain? Why haven't you come down yet? the guarding policeman asked.
how could I know? Not sure! Wei Zhuang shook his head as he spoke.
That is how the matter? The guarding policeman became alert. I immediately went to the jungle on the roadside to investigate. I didn't know what to look for, but I was shocked to see that there was a man hanged on the locust tree. Wasn't it Wu Lai, a prisoner in the labor camp?
Why did he hang himself? The guarding policeman was puzzled. After all, he had the guts, so he walked closer to the black locust tree and took a closer look. He actually saw a flaw. Based on past experience, people who hang themselves usually have nostrils bleeding, and their tongues will be stained with blood and a long part will fall out. , a very scary look, but Wu Lai, who hanged himself in front of him, did not have his tongue fall out and no bleeding from his nostrils. He just had his eyes wide open and an angry expression on his face, which did not look very scary.
What puzzled the policeman even more was that the thing holding Wu Lai's neck was not a rope, but a thick kudzu vine. The guarding policeman went around to look at the back of the body and found kick marks on the waist of the deceased.
He knew it well and concluded that Wu Lai's hanging from a locust tree was a lie and that his brutal murder was true. Who killed Wu Lai? He suspected that it was Wei Qiang.
The guarding policeman immediately called 110, and then he went into the woods to the roadside and calmly stabilized Wei Qiang, who was working with his shovel, and chatted with him in a friendly manner. When the police car from the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Public Security Bureau came over, the guarding policeman immediately sternly asked Wei Changzhang, "Old Wei, how did Wu Lai die?"
how could I know? Wei Qiang was still pretending.
The policemen from the Criminal Investigation Brigade got off the police car, and the guarding policeman ordered Wei Qiang to go into the woods to identify the crime scene. Wei Qiang still pretended not to know, and entered the forest to lead several policemen in the opposite direction to the black locust tree.
The police guard said angrily, "I don't want you to lead the way, let them follow me." Then he approached the black locust tree and walked around to the back of Wu Lai's body that was hanging on the tree. He pointed at the kick marks on his buttocks and shouted, "Tell me honestly, who kicked this?" There are still footprints on it. Even if Wu Lai committed suicide by hanging, he couldn't have kicked himself. Even if he kicked himself, he couldn't have kicked himself in the butt. Wei Zhuang denied it sternly, how could I know? I didn't kick him.
Okay, you didn't kick him. You took off the black-soled sneaker on your right foot and matched it with the footprint on the deceased's buttocks. A tall policeman stared at him and spoke.
