I want to talk to the perpetrator and see if I can get some truth about the car accident from him.
Although I'm not sure if this was an accident, I won't know until I understand it.
After getting permission, I met the perpetrator, a middle-aged man in his forties.
He looked listless, and he was probably frightened by the car accident.
After meeting him, I went straight to the point: "Hello, I am a friend of the lady you hit. I want to talk to you. Is it convenient?"
He looked up at me, with a hint of despair in his eyes, and said feebly: "Let's talk."
"First of all, let me tell you about my friend's current condition. He has just been rescued, but he is not out of danger yet. He is still in the intensive care unit."
After hearing this, he had an anxious expression on his face, and then said: "Brother, I really didn't mean it, I'm sorry!"
"It's useless for you to tell me you're sorry. I'm just here to ask you some details about the car accident."
"I just didn't pay attention. The taxi your friend was riding in suddenly jumped out. I couldn't even brake in time."
"Really?" I looked at him expressionlessly and said, "But as far as I know, the situation at that time was that you didn't brake at all!"
"I...the brakes on my car are broken."
I smiled and said, "You just said you didn't have time to brake, and now you say the brakes are broken. Isn't this a contradiction?"
He was stunned for a moment, and then said hurriedly: "I just didn't know that the brakes were broken. I only realized that the brakes were broken when I stepped on it, so it was too late."
After saying that, he sighed again and said: "Forget it, no matter how much I tell you here, it's useless. Let's handle it according to legal procedures."
Seeing his rotten attitude, I felt something was wrong.
According to a normal person's thinking, now he should hope to reconcile, even if he pays some money, since he still has insurance anyway.
But the fact that he had such an attitude made me feel that this matter might not be simple.
After being silent for a while, I asked him again: "Don't you want to reconcile? After all, we don't want to make things worse. That's why I came to find you."
After hearing what I said, he suddenly raised his head and looked at me and asked, "How do you want to solve it?"
"That depends on your attitude. If you are willing to tell the truth, we can reconcile."
I have made my words very clear, and I believe he can understand what I mean.
But he said without hesitation: "I've already said it! The brakes failed and we just crashed into it. If you don't believe me, go check the monitoring system yourself."
It seems that he really doesn't want to reconcile. It's possible that what he said is indeed true. Maybe I'm just overthinking it.
I was silent for a while, stood up and smiled at him and said, "Okay, excuse me for disturbing you."
Just when I walked out of the police station, a little girl suddenly ran towards me and shouted at me: "Uncle, wait a moment."
I froze on the spot and turned to look at the little girl who called me. She was about ten years old and looked quite cute.
"Little sister, are you okay?" I looked at her and asked doubtfully.
She came to me and asked me: "Uncle, are you a member of the family of the person my father hit with his car?"
I was stunned again and suddenly understood that this little girl should be the daughter of the perpetrator.
I nodded and asked her again: "What can I do for you?"
Who knew that she suddenly knelt down in front of me and said beggingly: "Uncle, please don't let my dad go to jail, okay? I'll make money to compensate you. Don't let my dad go to jail."
I looked at her dumbfounded, stretched out my hand and said to her, "Get up first."
"No, uncle, I know my dad did something wrong, but I only have one dad...Uncle, please, I don't want my dad to go to jail." The little girl said and suddenly started crying.
This made it a little difficult for me. I sighed and said to her: "You get up first, and we can talk after you get up, okay?"
After she agreed, I helped her up, and then asked her: "How old are you?"
"Twelve years old." She wiped her tears and said.
"You are only twelve years old, how are you going to make money to compensate us?" I said jokingly.
"I, I can do it...even if I can't do it now, when I grow up and have the ability to make money, I will compensate you, okay?"
I was really moved by this little girl, which also made me believe that this might be an accident.
Because he has such a daughter, I don't believe he would disregard his daughter's safety.
I was silent for a while and then asked: "You just said you only have your father, where is your mother?"
"Mom ran away and didn't want us anymore." The little girl curled her lips, looking very aggrieved.
"That's it! Then, where do you live?"
She told me about a place, and as far as I know, this place is a pretty good community.
This is strange. How can you still have no money while living in such a nice place?
No, she didn't seem to say that their family had no money, she just asked me to forgive her.
Of course I can't forgive Anael, I'm just here to investigate some truth.
But after meeting this little girl, I still wanted to know more about her.
So after hesitating for a while, I said to her: "Well, how about you take me to your house to have a look?"
She hesitated for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay."
I took her into the car and drove to the neighborhood she mentioned.
Although this community is not a high-end community, it can be considered a mid-to-high-end community. The average housing price is around 20,000, and all of them are large-sized units.
After arriving at the gate of the community, I confirmed with her again: "Is this here?"
"yes."
When I was about to drive into the community, she hurriedly said to me: "Uncle, don't enter from here."
"Then where to enter?"
"If you drive a hundred meters ahead, there will be a small road."
So I drove forward another hundred meters, and there was a small road. This road could only be passed by one car, and it was a bit difficult.
The road surface is uneven and it becomes a wasteland as you drive forward.
"Is this here?" I couldn't help but ask her.
"Yes, it will be there soon."
I continued to drive forward. Fortunately, my car was an SUV. It would be difficult for an ordinary car to drive in from this road.
We continued driving for about a kilometer. This short distance of one kilometer took more than ten minutes, which is enough to show how difficult this road is.
In this wasteland, I saw a private house, and the little girl told me that this was their home.
Only then did I realize that it was not in the high-end community just now, but in a private house in a wasteland far behind.
This private house is probably a nail-biting house. The surrounding areas have been demolished, but this is the only one that has not been demolished.
The car couldn't be driven into the yard, so I had to park at the end of the road and walk with her to the yard.
If she hadn't brought me to this place, I couldn't believe that in such a big city, there was such a piece of wasteland, and there was still a family living there!