It was a long way back, so Zhu Xiaoqiang was reluctant to take a taxi and walked back to Tiezha Street step by step. He thought a lot on the way and decided not to be taken advantage of again. In order to prevent Wang Hong from calling, he resolutely turned off his phone and wiped away his sadness.
With tears, I embarked on the long journey home.
An hour later, he finally walked back to Tiezha Street. Zhu Xiaoqiang entered the yard, lay down under the faucet and drank to his fill. When he went upstairs, he saw that his door was open. It was strange. He locked the door before leaving.
Could it be a thief? Thinking of the hundreds of G Japanese action movies in his computer, he couldn't help but become nervous.
When I entered the house, I saw that the garbage had been swept away, the tables and beds were in order, even the floating dust on the computer screen was swept away, the mountains of dirty clothes, smelly socks and underpants were all gone, and there was a big watermelon in the corner.
Who did it? Is there a beautiful woman who threw herself into his arms and did housework for free? Maybe the hot girl from the landlord’s house fell in love with him? Many thoughts flashed through Zhu Xiaoqiang’s mind for a moment, but a shout from behind broke his fantasy.
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"Qiangqiang, what are you doing? Your phone is turned off." It was his father's voice.
Zhu Xiaoqiang was very puzzled: "Dad, how did you find this place?"
Zhu Dayou, a mason, put down the empty basin in his hand and said, "There is a mouth under your nose. Dad won't ask. My son is quite famous in this street. When I ask people, they all know that you are a writer. What do you write about?"
Now, show it to dad."
Zhu Xiaoqiang looked at the empty basin and changed the subject: "Did you wash all my clothes?"
"You are really sloppy. You are even less hygienic than the people who work like me. You wash everything and dry it on the roof. You will be dry tomorrow." Zhu Dayou's image is not much better than that of his son. He wears a tattered sweatshirt and a pair of clothes.
He wears synthetic trousers of an invisible color, with the trouser legs rolled up high, a belt bag tied on, and a pair of badly worn plastic slippers on his feet.
"I still have money in my trouser pocket." Zhu Xiaoqiang scolded, sat down in front of the computer, and turned on the Internet.
"I just took out a few one-dollar bills." Zhu Dayou smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, took out a cigarette and lit it, crossing his legs to watch his son surf the Internet.
Zhu Xiaoqiang was so terrified by his stare that he turned around and said, "Dad, can you stop watching me do what I do?"
"Okay, dad won't read, dad is going to bed." Zhu Dayou took a few newspapers and put them on the ground, put his slippers under his head as a pillow, and actually made a bed on the floor in the house and fell asleep.
Zhu Xiaoqiang had no choice but to continue typing and writing a novel. After writing hundreds of words, his father fell asleep and snored loudly, which seriously disrupted his thoughts.
"Dad, wake up, I can't work with you like this." Zhu Xiaoqiang shook his father awake with an angry look on his face.
Zhu Dayou rubbed his eyes and saw the bright computer screen. He immediately understood that his son had to climb a grid to work at night. He was snoring so loudly. How could he use his brain?
"I'll go find a coworker and come back tomorrow." Zhu Dayou got up, took out a roll of banknotes from his pocket, and gave five hundred yuan to his son, "Buy some nutritional supplements. People who use their brains must take them."
Okay, there's a watermelon on the ground, don't forget to eat it."
Okay, okay, let’s go quickly.” Zhu Xiaoqiang kicked his father out. The room finally became quiet and he could concentrate on his creation.
Zhu Dayou went out to the street, found a flower bed and lay down to sleep. When it was dark, he got up and took the bus to find his coworkers.
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At five o'clock in the morning, Zhu Xiaoqiang fell into a deep sleep and slept until four o'clock in the afternoon. He went out to eat a bowl of beef soup, bought a pack of cigarettes and two boxes of instant noodles, went home, and turned on his computer to browse current news.
A message on Weibo attracted his attention. This morning, a labor dispute broke out at the construction site of the North Bank Eco-City in Omi City. Some workers clashed with security guards in the park. The local police station quickly dispatched police and the police shot and killed an armed gangster.
Zhu Xiaoqiang forwarded it without thinking and typed a sentence: "It's time for the public intellectuals to mourn again. It's as if the person who died was their own father. They attacked the police with weapons. In your father's country, they would have turned into a hornet's nest."
As expected, the incident caused a stir in public opinion. The left and the right on the Internet began to take the opportunity to attack each other. Various rumors and truths were flying all over the sky. The official Weibo of the Omi City Public Security Bureau refuted the rumors, interviewed the police officer involved, and released a video online.
The shooter was the deputy director of the police station in the area where the North Shore Eco-City is located. He told reporters while lying on the hospital bed that dozens of people surrounded him at that time, all armed with axes, steel pipes and other weapons. One of them was particularly vicious, holding a masonry knife.
Move forward to snatch the gun.
"I fired a warning shot but it was ineffective. I shot him immediately. I shot him four times in total before bringing him down. The masonry knife almost hit me on the head." The deputy director narrowed one eye and said,
He stretched out his right hand to simulate shooting, recalling the thrilling scene at that time.
After Zhu Xiaoqiang finished reading, he couldn't restrain his excitement. He lit a cigarette, reposted and commented: "One word, handsome! Two words, chic! Three words, cool! Four words, wise and powerful!"
All the comments below are gloating about the misfortune, saying that the thugs are stupid, challenging the police with a masonry knife, and firmly supporting shooting!
Suddenly, his cell phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number. Zhu Xiaoqiang's heart skipped a beat. Could it be Wang Hong calling him to apologize? He picked it up with trembling hands, but it was a man's voice: "Are you Zhu Xiaoqiang? I am from the Bei'an New District Public Security Bureau.
, is your father’s name Zhu Dayou?”
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Something happened to your father, please handle it."
"What's the matter?"
"Zhu Dayou is dead. Come here now and hurry up." The phone hung up.
Zhu Xiaoqiang was stunned for a long time and did not come back to his senses. This must be a prank. His father was not even fifty years old. He was in good health and had no illness or disaster. He came to see him last night. How could he have passed more than ten years?
The hours are gone.
He decided to ignore it and continued to surf the Internet, but he always felt that something was wrong. At this time, a photo of the man who was shot and killed appeared on the Internet. Although the face and the location of the gunshot wound were blurred through technical processing, the badly worn blue plastic slippers looked like
Like a lightning strike, Zhu Xiaoqiang's mind went blank.
These are dad's slippers!
Zhu Xiaoqiang sat blankly for a long time, and finally thought of calling his father. After ringing for a long time, someone answered.
"Dad!" Zhu Xiaoqiang shouted, his heart pounding.
"This is the North Shore Bureau. Are you a family member of the deceased?" Zhu Xiaoqiang's last luck was shattered by the cold voice.
He no longer knew when he hung up the phone. Hot tears rolled down his face. The watermelon in the corner was still there, and his father's voice was still in his ears, but he could no longer see it.
After trying to calm down, Zhu Xiaoqiang changed his clothes and went out. When he met Liu Handong going upstairs to get something, he saw the tears on his face and asked what happened.
"My father had an accident. I'm going to take care of the funeral arrangements." Zhu Xiaoqiang replied in a low voice.
Liu Handong was shocked: "I saw my uncle last night. I brought him here. Why did something happen today?"
"I don't know. I'm going to the North Shore Branch to handle it now."
"I'll drive you there." Liu Handong stopped going upstairs and drove Zhu Xiaoqiang to Bei'an New District in Fukang. Along the way, Zhu Xiaoqiang looked out of the car without saying a word, like an eggplant beaten by frost.
When we arrived at the Public Security Bureau, Liu Handong came to negotiate all matters. Zhu Xiaoqiang just sat on the bench blankly. After a long time, Liu Handong came over and said, "Let's go and see Uncle Zhu's remains."
People from the Criminal Police Detachment and the Inspectorate Brigade arrived, and the Forensic Identification Center also sent someone. It happened that it was Song Xinxin, and Liu Handong, who had a relationship with Song Forensic Doctor, took Zhu Xiaoqiang to see Zhu Dayou's body.
His father lay quietly on the concrete platform, his clothes were soaked with blood, his face was darkened by the sun, and there was black mud between his fingernails. Zhu Xiaoqiang could no longer hold back and threw himself on him, crying loudly.
Liu Handong asked Song Xinxin: "What is the conclusion?"
Song Xinxin shook her head: "I was shot four times, none of which were critical. The cause of death was excessive blood loss due to lack of timely treatment. Whether the shooting complied with the regulations needs further investigation. What, is he your friend?"
"Neighbor."
"My condolences."
Suddenly Zhu Xiaoqiang raised his head: "My father was unjustly accused. He has a good temper and never gets angry. How could he attack the police? He doesn't work on this construction site. Labor disputes are none of his business!"
Liu Handong went up to persuade him: "Don't get excited and think about it long term."
Zhu Xiaoqiang pushed him away and said in a hoarse voice: "Is there any justice in taking someone's life early for no reason (not a typo)? I want to be exposed, I want to file a lawsuit! I want to avenge my father!"
After shouting for a while, he calmed down and continued crying.
The morgue is not a place to stay for a long time, so Liu Handong persuaded Zhu Xiaoqiang to pull him out and take him back to rest.
"I want to go to the construction site and investigate the truth." Zhu Xiaoqiang gritted his teeth.
Liu Handong agreed and drove him to the Bei'an Eco-City construction site. However, he was stopped by the security guard at the gate and said that all vehicles were strictly prohibited from entering.
Their car was not the only one that was stopped. There was a Jimny parked next to it. It turned out that Baina was also here for an interview. Liu Handong stepped forward to chat for a few words and decided to go find Zhu Dayou's coworker to learn about the situation.
Most of the workers who participated in the conflict in the morning were arrested. After a lot of questioning, we finally found several people involved in the work shed near the park. At first they were hesitant and unwilling to tell, but after learning Zhu Xiaoqiang's identity, they finally revealed the truth.
It turns out that the large project of North Shore Eco-City was built with advance funds from the construction team. Party A failed to pay according to the contract, and a conflict broke out between the two parties. It happened that Zhu Dayou came here to see his fellow villagers. He somehow got involved in the conflict and was beaten on the spot by the police.
die.
"The North Bank Eco-City is a project developed by Long Kaijiang. He is known as the richest man in Omi. How can he have no money to pay for the project?" Baina was confused.
"Dozens of construction teams have not paid their dues. I heard they owe tens of millions of miles. At least they gave us some money to eat. Not only did they not pay us, they also found a bunch of gangsters to beat us. We workers were also bullied.
I did it because I was ruthless, but I didn’t expect that someone would die. Brother Zhu is in bad luck.” The worker sighed with tears in his eyes.
Baina frowned: "This case needs to be investigated carefully."
Zhu Xiaoqiang knew Baina. A few days ago, he anonymously scolded Baina on the Internet for being an acquaintance of his father's mother and father, a prostitute, and a traitor and lackey, but now he saw Baina as a savior.
"Journalist Bai, please avenge my father. His death is unclear." Zhu Xiaoqiang sobbed.