During the meal, Uncle Zhao still told the story of his conflict with Mao Jianhua, but because Aunt Hong and Zhao Minglan were present, he whitewashed what Mao Jianhua said. After all, his wife Aunt Hong was the victim, and when the accident happened
His daughter is still young, and he doesn't want his wife and daughter to know too much.
Ma Xiaoquan picked up a piece of meat and put it into Uncle Zhao's bowl, and said: "Uncle Zhao, I have been in the factory for the past few days and I heard that someone has seen Mao Xiaoqiang. He seemed to have appeared in the suburbs."
Uncle Zhao picked up the meat and put it into his mouth, took another sip of wine, and cursed: "Who the hell cares about that? I'm done with it. Even if Mao Xiaoqiang dies, it has nothing to do with me."
"Eh? Uncle Zhao, you can't say that. Didn't Mao Jianhua say that whoever helps him find his son will be the director of the police station. Uncle Zhao, I think you have enough qualifications."
Uncle Zhao said with a slap: "If Mao Jianhua and I don't deal with each other, even if we help him find his son, he will definitely go back on his word. Besides, who can believe what he says that has no basis?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and said: "Some things depend on people."
Uncle Zhao raised his head and glanced at Ma Xiaoquan, as if he had thought of something, but he did not reveal it too much, but picked up another glass of wine and drank it.
At night, Ma Xiaoquan sneaked out after his family members all went to bed.
In the private house, after five days of detention, Mao Xiaoqiang had obviously lost his previous arrogance.
The smell in the house was obviously caused by Mao Xiaoqiang eating, drinking, and defecating all in one space.
Through the window, Ma Xiaoqiang could see the moon in the night sky.
As he watched, he pursed his lips and began to cry.
Just then, the door opened.
Mao Xiaoqiang got up from the ground with a groan, and ran towards the door with all his strength, trying to get out.
"Bang~" A fist hit Mao Xiaoqiang on the cheek. He screamed and was beaten back.
Mao Xiaoqiang raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, with extreme fear in his eyes.
"Ma Xiaohu, you, you are illegally detained. If I get out, I will sue you, no, tell my dad, and your family will be ruined. Yes, your family will be ruined."
Ma Xiaoquan frowned: "Your grandson is really stinking. I really don't want to beat you, but today your father bullied Uncle Zhao again, so I got interested again and decided to beat you again."
When he heard that he was about to be beaten again, Mao Xiaoqiang immediately begged for mercy: "You locked me up for five days and beat me for five days. Did you practice math every day in elementary school? Aren't you afraid of beating me to death? If I die, you will pay with your life."
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Ma Xiaoquan smiled: "Your father has been looking for you for five days and can't find you. He won't even know if you are dead. Come here and get beaten~"
Mao Xiaoqiang was not willing to give in. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the feces that he had just excreted but not completely dried. He threatened Ma Xiaoquan and said: "If you hit me again today, I will put the feces in your face. You
Believe it or not?"
Ma Xiaoquan raised his hands and said in surprise: "You can, okay, I've convinced you, then I'm leaving?"
"Wait...Wait a minute~~" Mao Xiaoqiang shouted to Ma Xiaoquan, "Please, you locked me up for five days and beat me for five days. I still don't understand what I did.
I've made you so angry, so whatever you want, as long as I can do it, I'll do it, I'll just do it."
Ma Xiaoquan said: "Okay, let's do this. Tell me all the dirty stuff about your father that you know. Don't hide it. If you hide it, I will take your shit even if my face is covered with shit."
Type it out, do you understand?"
Mao Xiaoqiang was so frightened that he quickly wiped his face with his hands. With this wipe, the feces on his hands was smeared on his own face.
Mao Xiaoqiang was so disgusted that he almost vomited. Ma Xiaoquan couldn't stand it anymore and threw a handkerchief he was carrying to Mao Xiaoqiang.
Mao Xiaoqiang did not hesitate, and hurriedly grabbed the handkerchief and wiped it on his face. Although this wiped away the dirt on his face, it made the smell even worse.
Ma Xiaoquan frowned and kept a certain distance from Mao Xiaoqiang, pinched his nose and said, "Speak quickly..."
An hour later, Ma Xiaoquan walked out of the house.
He did not release Mao Xiaoqiang because there was not enough time to make Mao Jianhua nervous enough to explode.
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Five days later again.
Mao Jianhua stood in the police station and yelled at the incompetence of the police officers. At the same time, he also brought several experts from the task force specially invited from the province.
In order to hire these experts, Mao Jianhua spent a lot of money and face.
"I asked you to find someone, but you couldn't find anyone. I really don't know what you do for food?" Mao Jianhua suppressed his inner anger, turned to look at the experts beside him, and said politely, "Next, you guys
We must cooperate well with the experts of the task force and make no mistakes.”
At this point, Mao Jianhua suddenly realized that Old Zhao was not there, so he squinted his eyes and asked, "Where is Zhao Shanhe, why don't you see anyone else?"
A police officer said: "Mao Chu, Lao Zhao didn't come. He said he was ill."
"Sick, sick, sick..." Mao Jianhua was just about to say the last curse word when he suddenly realized that there were experts from the task force beside him, so he swallowed it hard.
The experts on the task force didn't mind. After all, it was Mao Jianhua who lost his son, and everyone was worried about this matter.
At this moment, a child with a runny nose walked into the police station. Several police officers thought something was wrong with the child and stepped forward to ask.
The child couldn't tell what he wanted to do, but he had a letter in his hand, saying that someone had given it to him and asked him to take it to the police station.
Mao Jianhua rushed up and snatched the letter. When he opened it and took a look, his face suddenly darkened.
"These idiots actually threatened me..." Mao Jianhua angrily threw the letter on the table.
An expert from the task force picked up the letter and read it again, and said with a sigh: "This man is very smart. These words were all taken from newspapers and pasted on. I said...Old Mao
,Did your son offend someone?"
Of course Mao Jianhua would not admit it. He defended himself for a while, then suddenly patted his head and said: "I remembered, I know who it is." After saying that, he suggested to the comrades of the task force that Yuan Lan's family be summoned for questioning.
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The experts on the task force had their own judgments, but in order to stabilize Mao Jianhua's heart, they still agreed.
Soon, Yuan Lan's family was summoned to the police station.
Because Yuan Lan goes to school in Rose City, there are only Yuan's father, Yuan's mother and Yuan Liang in the family.
After an inquiry, it was clear that the Yuan family did not know about Mao Xiaoqiang's disappearance.
Seeing the comrades of the task force waving goodbye to the Yuan family, Mao Jianhua felt resentful in his heart, but he had no choice. He had just been asked about his participation in the whole process, and the Yuan family did have alibi. If the Yuan family was forcibly labeled
It's not impossible, but if the son can't be found, what's the use of giving him a thumbs up?
When a comrade from the task force saw that Mao Jianhua was about to cry, he quickly comforted him: "Comrade Jianhua, don't be impatient. Since our task force is here, we must solve this matter. We also know that your son is missing. You
My wife and I are very anxious, but there is no point in being anxious, we have to do it step by step."
Facing the members of the task force, Mao Jianhua did not dare to make any mistakes. He suppressed the impatience and anger in his heart and said: "Then I will thank you, comrades of the task force. You don't know, these days, my wife is almost killing me."
She scolded her to death, if she couldn't find her son, she would kill me."
Mao Jianhua's wife is famously fierce, and in order to get the upper hand, Mao Jianhua's father-in-law's family helped a lot. Now that his son can't be found, not only is his wife unhappy with him, but even his father-in-law's family is getting involved.
, which gave him a great headache.
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These days, Ma Xiaoquan went to work as usual. Except for delivering a meal to Mao Xiaoqiang in the evening, he spent the rest of the time waiting.
After these ten days of consumption, Mao Xiaoqiang was completely wilted. Every time he saw Ma Xiaoquan, he almost always knelt down.
In fact, Mao Xiaoqiang is not a bad person by nature. Although he has done many disgusting things, he has never directly harmed others. To blame, he must also blame his father who did all the bad things.
"Brother Xiao Ma, oh no, Lord Tiger..." Mao Xiaoqiang knelt in front of Ma Xiaoqiang and kowtowed a few times, "Just let me go, I know I was wrong.
I really know that I’m wrong. I’ve told you everything I know. I haven’t kept anything secret. ．You said I’ve been missing for ten days.
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Ma Xiaoquan actually planned to release Mao Xiaoqiang. As the saying goes, Mao Jianhua's fault should not be borne by his son. Imprisoning Mao Xiaoqiang for ten days can be regarded as an apology for those who have been bullied by him.
The tone is gone.
"This way..." Ma Xiaoquan covered his nose and frowned, "I'll let you out tomorrow, but you must not say it was me, otherwise you know, I can lock you up, or maybe
I heard that your mother is having a hard time finding you. You are a smart person. If you lose her again, she will probably collapse."
"I know, I know~~" Mao Xiaoqiang nodded quickly, "Brother Hu, there is one more thing. Can you please stop hitting me today."
Ma Xiaoquan flexed his knuckles, hesitated and said, "This won't work. You told me, didn't you? I practice math every day in elementary school. Recently, you have a special feeling when I hit you. Come on, put it on your face and let me hit you a few times."
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Early the next morning.
Uncle Zhao was sleeping at home when Ma Xiaoquan suddenly woke him up and said that someone in the factory was talking about Mao Xiaoqiang being found somewhere in the south of the city.
Although Uncle Zhao was angry with Mao Jianhua and did not go to work for five or six days, he was a policeman who had been a policeman for many years after all. His professional habit made him get up immediately, get dressed and run to the riveting factory.
At this time, under a dilapidated house in the north of Phoenix City, three unshaven men were squatting together and counting money.
Three wads of money, each one a brand-new one dollar, made the three men very excited.
