When Zhang Wenhao's parents rushed to the branch after hearing the news, Zhang Wenhao had already been sent to Jiangcheng City No. 3 Detention Center.
The couple was worried in the police station. They kept asking the police about their son's situation, but no one took care of them. In the huge police station, the couple couldn't even find anyone who could ask about their son's whereabouts.
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Zhang Xingping thought that an old friend of his was working as a police officer at the police station below, and this was the only policeman he had any friendship with. He immediately took out his phone and called the other party, briefly explaining the situation and begging the other party for help.
The other party was also very interested, but because he was from the police station below, he could only call his acquaintances in the branch. Half an hour later, he managed to find out the news from the people in the branch and called Zhang Xingping back.
, said: "Xingping, your Wenhao got into a big trouble this time! I heard that he severely injured the son of Chen Ru, the head of Jiangxin District, at school last week. This case was personally supervised by the branch director, and now
Wen Hao has been sent to the Third Detention Center, and before the trial, he is strictly restricted from meeting with outsiders!"
"The court is in session..."
Zhang Xingping felt like a bolt from the blue, and he was stunned for a moment, unable to move.
On the phone, my friend was still trying to persuade me: "Xingping, don't waste time at the branch. They won't pay attention to you. In my opinion, now we should try to figure out what's going on, and then we can
Try to find a way to see if you can go up there to do some activities. If you are delayed, once the child is sentenced, his life will be completely ruined!"
Although Zhang Xingping, who had been a soldier, was usually honest and honest, he still had the spirit of a soldier in his heart. He knew that there was definitely an inside story in this matter. Otherwise, the people in the branch would not have been able to complete all the procedures so quickly and directly transfer his
My son has been sent to a detention center. The only thing I can do now is to go to school to understand the situation.
Zhang Xingping hung up the phone and said to his wife: "Let's go to No. 1 Middle School."
"Why are you going to No. 1 Middle School?" Song Huafang was already anxious. When she learned that her son had been taken to the branch, she naturally wanted to see her son first. Now that Zhang Xingping said he wanted to leave again, she was even more anxious.
Zhang Xingping's face was ashen and he said: "My son is not here, he was sent to the detention center by them."
"What??" Song Huafang's whole body was drained away by Zhang Xingping's brief words, and he collapsed to the ground. Zhang Xingping hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern: "Hua Fang, Hua Fang, what's wrong with you?
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In the entire branch, so many police officers watched Song Huafang collapse, but no one came forward to ask. Zhang Xingping pinched Song Huafang's body and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Song Huafang finally regained his composure.
When he came over, his tears fell like raindrops, and he murmured: "Xingping, what should I do? What should I do?"
Zhang Xingping felt extremely distressed and comforted him: "Hua Fang, don't worry. Let's go to school first to understand the specific situation. Don't you still know what kind of character our son has? He will not make principled mistakes."
At this moment, a young female police officer walked out of the archives room. Seeing Song Huafang collapsed on the ground, she hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Auntie, are you okay?"
Song Huafang shook his head and said, "Thank you, girl, I'm fine."
The female police officer felt something was wrong. Seeing Song Huafang's exhausted expression and the tears on her face, she hurriedly said: "Wait for me."
After saying that, the female police officer turned back to the archives room, poured a glass of water, handed it to Zhang Xingping, and said: "Uncle, please let Auntie drink some water first. If you have anything, you can tell me."
"Thank you." Zhang Xingping glanced at the other party gratefully and said, "My child was taken from school by the police this morning. Within an hour, he was sent to the detention center. We wanted to ask about the situation, but no one was there.
Pay attention."
"How is that possible?" The female police officer frowned and said, "Let's take it this way. You can help Auntie go to the archives room to rest for a while. You can tell me the details of what happened and see if I can help."
Zhang Xingping also hoped to learn more about his son. Seeing the sincere expression on the policewoman's face, he saw a glimmer of hope and helped Song Huafang into the archives room.
"Xiao Wu!"
Just as the female police officer was about to enter the archives room, a middle-aged male police officer called her, called her in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Don't get involved in this matter, send those couple away quickly."
It’s over.”
"Why?" the female police officer frowned and asked, "Even the suspect's family should always have the right to know the situation, right?"
The male policeman said anxiously: "Why don't you listen to me? Don't mind this person's business. This case is handled by the superiors personally!"
The female police officer frowned even more tightly and said, "So what about the supervision from above? I didn't do anything wrong." After saying that, the female police officer turned around and left, entering the archives room.
In the archives room, the female police officer briefly questioned Zhang Xingping and his wife, but Zhang Xingping didn't know what really happened, so he could only give a rough summary of what he learned.
The female police officer suddenly became angry and said: "What's so great about the district chief's son? Even if your son really broke the law, he still has to follow the normal procedures. What they did is simply lawless!"
Zhang Xingping sighed and didn't know what to say. At this moment, his phone rang. It was Zhang Wenhao's class teacher calling.
The couple was at work before, and they got the news because Song Yanni called Zhang Xingping immediately. Just now, Li Nan found Song Yanni and told Song Yanni what Zhang Wenhao said before he was taken away by the police. Song Yanni immediately felt that something was fishy.
So I quickly called Zhang Xingping and said: "Brother Zhang, I just heard some reports from classmates in the class. There are other hidden details about Wen Hao's arrest. Where are you now?"
"At the branch." Zhang Xingping then briefly explained the situation of the branch to Song Yanni.
Song Yanni blurted out: "Then you and your eldest sister should come to school quickly. Oh, no! I think the leaders of the school are also weird today. Let's not meet at school. There is a Shangdao Coffee to the north of the entrance of No. 1 Middle School. Let's go there.
See you!"
Zhang Xingping said hurriedly: "Okay, thank you, Teacher Song, we will go there right now!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Xingping said to the female police officer: "Comrade police, thank you. Wen Hao's class teacher said that some classmates in Wen Hao's class told him something secret, so I have to go there quickly."
The policewoman hurriedly took a pen from her desk, wrote her mobile phone number and the words Wu Qingya on the note, handed it to Zhang Xingping and said: "This is my mobile phone number, my name is Wu Qingya, if there is anything I can do to help, please give me a call."
Zhang Xingping accepted the note, thanked Song Huafang, and was about to leave. Wu Qingya escorted the two of them out of the branch door, stopped a taxi, and then turned back.
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