Liu Handong's indifferent attitude made Zhu Pengpeng very angry. She pointed at Liu Handong with her hands on her hips and shouted: "Do you have any conscience? It was our fault for destroying your three-wheeler, but we are not sincere and have already apologized. You know
How many pounds have you lost because of this? Do you know how much energy and connections we spent buying you a new motorcycle?"
Peng Peng's small breasts were rising and falling in anger, and she was breathing heavily, but Liu Handong didn't take it seriously. He knew that these two girls were just playing pranks. It could be seen from their expressions of regret at the destruction site that day. Looking at Song Shuang again,
I have indeed lost a lot of weight and my chin has become pointed.
"Both of us were injured and lying in the hospital. I heard you were at the police station and rushed over immediately. What do you want from us?" Pengpeng was stamping his feet.
Song Shuang tugged on Pengpeng's clothes: "Forget it, if he hadn't forgiven us, he wouldn't have risked his life to save us. He was right, we are not familiar with each other, let's go."
He turned around to leave, his back to Liu Handong, but his eyes were full of tears.
"Wait a minute." Liu Handong suddenly remembered something.
"Is something wrong?" Song Shuang didn't look back.
"Is your family very powerful?" Liu Handong asked.
"From ordinary people's perspective, that's right. My father is Song Jianfeng." Song Shuang said lightly.
"Song Jianfeng, what are you doing?" Liu Handong scratched his head. He didn't watch TV much and had never heard of this name.
"He's the director of Jiangdong Provincial Public Security Department, he's old enough," Zhu Pengpeng said angrily.
Liu Handong scratched his head: "It's really big enough. It just so happens that I have something to ask you for help, so you should repay me."
Song Shuang finally turned around: "Just tell me, no matter what it is, I will try my best to help."
Liu Handong said: "A few of my friends were arrested by the police station. Can you give me leniency? There is a girl among them who must have been unjustly accused. I know she will not do that kind of thing."
"What kind of thing?" Song Shuang and Peng Peng exchanged glances, both wondering.
Ling Zijie, who had been silent for the whole time, took out his cell phone and stretched it out: "Is this the person you are talking about?"
The person on the screen is Lan Huanxi who is carrying a backpack.
"It's her." Liu Handong nodded, "She works in Sister Mei's shampoo room, but she is not a delinquent woman engaged in that kind of business."
Ling Zijie was very happy. He had gone through all kinds of troubles and found no place. It took no effort and he finally found the target of his investigation.
Song Shuang said: "Okay, I can help, but it will take time to go through the formal channels and apply for administrative review."
This answer made Liu Handong very satisfied. If Song Shuang took over and said that Sister Mei Huanxi and the others could be released immediately, Liu Handong would look down on her. Prostitution and prostitution were only minor illegal cases, and the director's daughter could help speak. Those
A smart public security officer will definitely recognize someone.
"One more thing." Liu Handong thought for a while and said.
"Say." Song Shuang wished Liu Handong could make more requests.
"Some time ago, a malicious accident caused by drunk driving occurred in the south suburban roundabout. Two people were killed and one was seriously injured. The dead were a mother and daughter. The child was only three years old. A family was ruined. However, the perpetrator faked his age and escaped legal sanctions. He is now on bail.
Well, if you have the ability, report it to your father and bring this kid to justice. By the way, this man's name is Xia Zhou, and he is Xia Baishi's son."
Song Shuang took out his cell phone, pressed it, and wrote this matter in the memo: "Write it down, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."
"One last thing, say hello to the police officers outside. Stop asking them over and over again. I heard what they meant and they wanted to charge me with fighting and imprison me for a few days."
Song Shuang bit his lip: "Don't worry, you are acting bravely. They just made sure the transcript was correct and asked a few more times."
"It's time for me to go back." Liu Handong stood up. Because he had been sitting for too long, he stretched out and pulled the wound on his back. The pain made him take a breath, and Song Shuang and Peng Peng both trembled.
, as if it was myself who was hurting.
Liu Handong wanted to leave, but no one stopped him. The police had already made a record. He was a good citizen who acted bravely and he saved the leader's daughter. No one would make things difficult for him.
Song Shuang and the others followed him out, determined to send Liu Handong home.
"Why are you following me?" Liu Handong stopped.
Ling Zijie explained: "That's it. We are going to do a project to study the living conditions of women who have lost their feet. You are familiar with them. Can you take us to visit? I would like to help."
Liu Handong looked at him. He was wearing a pair of glasses and looked like a polite college student. He was the man who was attacked in the car during the day. Maybe he was Song Shuang's boyfriend. He nodded: "Okay, I'll wash it on Tiezha Street."
There are many chief executives, so you can interview them as you please."
Ling Zijie and Liu Handong walked forward side by side, took out their mobile phones and turned on the recording function, asking: "Mr. Liu, how do you know these women who have stumbled?"
Liu Handong said: "I have taken care of their business."
Song Shuang, who was following behind, felt like he was being hammered. He never expected that Liu Handong was such a person and had done such dirty things. It seems that imagination is always beautiful, but reality is always cruel.
She didn't hear the rest of the conversation, she just walked around mechanically, confused.
Unknowingly, we reached the middle of Tiezha Street. As expected, the street was full of ambiguous red lights. The light boxes read the words "recreation, massage, foot washing, and health care." People sitting in the glass door were posing and posing, waving to passers-by from time to time.
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Liu Handong walked to a closed rolling shutter door and said, "This is Sister Mei's shampoo room."
This shop has a small storefront, with a signboard that reads "Plum Shampoo". The light box was broken into pieces by gangsters sent by Hua Deyi and has not yet been repaired.
Ling Zijie took a few photos with his mobile phone and said, "Let's go."
Suddenly, Liu Handong walked towards the rolling shutter door, squatted down, and then lay down, putting his ear against the gap under the rolling shutter door. After a while, he stood up, patted the dust on his hands and said, "There is someone inside."
Ling Zijie was surprised: "No, are you sure?"
The practitioners of the hair washing room were beaten by the police. It was pitch dark inside. How could there be anyone? Ling Zijie also lay down and listened carefully. After listening for a while, he stood up with a serious expression: "There is a sound, it seems like a child is crying."
These words were like a gust of cold wind blowing through. Song Shuang and Zhu Pengpeng were frightened. There could be no one in the store. Could it be... unclean things? The various stories they had seen in Tianya Lianpeng Guihua came to mind, and the two girls fought with each other.
, his voice was trembling: "Let's go quickly."
"Wait." Liu Handong walked around to the entrance of the house at the back, listened again to confirm that there was a child crying inside, took a few steps back, rushed towards the courtyard wall, jumped up and grabbed the top of the wall, turned over and rode on the wall, moving neatly.
Snitch for snitch.
After confirming that there was no danger in the hospital, Liu Handong jumped down and opened the door from the inside. Ling Zijie took out his mobile phone and activated the flashlight function, calling to the two girls: "Go in and take a look."
Zhu Pengpeng held Song Shuang tightly: "Don't go, there is a ghost, or a doll ghost, and it will possess you."
Song Shuang was also scared, but she had to act brave at this time. She pulled Pengpeng up and said, "Let's go in and have a look!"
Liu Handong was familiar with the road, touched the light switch, turned on the light, and there was a bright light. The four of them saw a little girl curled up in the corner. There were some food residues in front of her, including instant noodles bags, melon seed shells, and a handful of uncooked rice. The girl
His hair is disheveled, his feet are bare, his face is dirty, but his eyes are sparkling.
Ling Zijie asked Liu Handong: "Do you know him?"
Liu Handong shook his head. He had never heard of Sister Mei or Nana. Xiaoya had a daughter.
Since they are not ghosts, it is up to the girls to play their role. Song Shuang walked over slowly, squatted down, and said softly: "Little sister, what is your name?"
"Xiao Yan'er." The little girl's voice was timid.
"Xiao Yan'er is so good, how old are you?"
"Three and a half years old."
"Where is your home? Where are your parents?"
"My home is over there. Mom is gone." Xiao Yan'er pointed to a bedroom and said, that was Sister Mei's room. Xiao Yan'er thought it was her home.
The truth is revealed. This little girl is the lost daughter of someone. She is forgotten here for some reason and survives on leftover food. She lives like a mouse in this small yard. If she is not discovered by chance, she will be there in a few days.
Maybe he will starve to death.
Song Shuang's nose was sore and she held back her tears and said, "Xiao Yan'er, mom is playing hide-and-seek with you. Now let's take you to find her, okay?"
"Okay." Xiao Yan'er said in a sweet voice and stretched out her hands.
Song Shuang didn't mind being dirty and picked up Xiao Yan'er, but where to go next became a problem.
"Go to the hospital, Xiao Yan'er is sick." Song Shuang felt that the little girl's body was getting hot as soon as he took it.
"Wait for me, I'll drive." Liu Handong ran away, not looking like an injured person at all.
A few minutes later, the white Fukang drove up, and Liu Handong stuck his head out: "Get in!"
The three of them got into the car with the girl in their arms. Liu Handong had an injury to his shoulder blade and drove with only one right hand. He put the gear in gear and held the steering wheel without delay, but Peng Peng was frightened: "Is Liu Handong okay? Let's switch to Ling Zijie to drive."
Ling Zijie said in shame, "I'm sorry, I can only drive an automatic transmission."
"How stupid!" Pengpeng said. She had forgotten that she could only drive an automatic car.
There were few vehicles on the street at night, and they quickly drove to the entrance of the emergency department of the Medical University Affiliated Hospital. Song Shuang carried Xiao Yaner in for a check-up. Ling Zijie went to pay the registration fee. The doctor checked and found that Xiao Yaner had a high fever of 39 degrees and was severely dehydrated.
Extremely weak, immediately prescribe medicine and water.
"Where did you pick up this child? Have you called the police?" The doctor could tell at a glance that Song Shuang and the others had nothing to do with Xiao Yan'er.
"No need to call the police, we will be responsible for all her expenses." Zhu Pengpeng took out his platinum credit card and shook it.
Liu Handong came in with a bag of food. These were pastries and drinks he bought from 7-11 in front of the hospital.
Xiao Yan'er looked around blankly: "Where's mom?"
Song Shuang turned around and wiped away his tears, touched Xiao Yan'er's hair and said, "Be good, mom will be back tomorrow."