I don’t know if those who lived in that area still remember it. If they were born in the 1990s, they were still children at that time. Maybe there were some who didn’t sleep and secretly played handheld game consoles while lying in bed.
If I didn't sleep that night, I could hear the loud sound of motorcycles blasting down the street outside, and groups of motorcycles pulling people whizzing by. At this time, if someone opened the curtains and took a look, they might be able to see me.
Because I was sitting on one of them, and the rider was Gangzi. The morning newspaper on the third day also mentioned this matter, seriously criticizing this uncivilized behavior of disturbing the public late at night, and a comrade from the traffic police team did
He expressed his position and said that everyone riding motorcycles that night would be caught, so the people should rest assured.
.......
The convoy dispersed near the Xita Temple. Gangzi and I went in a car to search the area near the mutton picket.
Gangzi was in charge of riding the bike, and I was in charge of watching. I looked to see if there were any suspicious people on the roadside. In fact, I was still scared. I thought, what if I meet that group of people?
The fate of Lao Geng and Lao Song was shocking. These people had unknown origins and were ruthless. How could I not be afraid!
I was afraid that a group of people would suddenly rush out on the roadside, stop our car indiscriminately, and greet us with steel pipe blades. Then Gangzi Xiaominger and I would disappear in a daze, and it would be difficult for us to fight with two fists.
Don't know martial arts.
We walked around the mutton street and found nothing. During this period, we saw a man lying on the side of the road. We were startled and thought it was Liu Zhiyuan. However, when we walked in, we found that it was not.
It was a mentally ill homeless man, wearing a plastic raincoat, lying next to the trash can and sleeping, causing a false alarm.
The motorcycle stopped on the side of the road and turned on the double flash. Gangzi frowned and looked at his phone and analyzed: "Brother Zhiyuan's yellow-faced one has been abandoned at the repair shop long ago. The Audi he usually rides in doesn't drive back. It's been almost two years since the accident."
It's been an hour. If the two of them were walking, they shouldn't be able to run more than 10 miles."
"Then..." I frowned and asked, "Then have you ever thought that Brother Zhiyuan and Sister Xiaoxia ran away and we couldn't find them? Could it be that they were arrested...
or."
"Impossible! No way!"
I was interrupted by his wave before I finished speaking. Gangzi said that Liu Zhiyuan is a veteran and has experience in dealing with such emergencies. Since he can run away, he will not be caught so easily. He must be hiding somewhere now.
They are in a secluded place, maybe because they lost their mobile phones when they escaped and were unable to contact us, they are waiting for us to rescue them!
Gangzi just finished speaking.
"Here it comes! What did I say? The phone call is here!"
"What's going on?" The call came from someone in the motorcade. Gangzi picked up the call and asked.
"Are you sure? Is the person awake or unconscious?"
"Okay, let me inform the brothers to continue looking for brother Zhiyuan and sister-in-law, and pay attention to strange calls. Brother Zhiyuan may borrow his cell phone to call."
After hanging up the phone, Gangzi directly greeted me and asked me to get in the car. I asked him which hospital he was in, and Gangzi said the People's Hospital.
Rushing to the People's Hospital in a hurry, Gangzi and I saw the bald sixth brother. He was conscious but had a large scratch on his right face.
Gangzi asked eagerly: "What's going on, Brother Six, where are Brother Zhiyuan and my sister-in-law? Who are the people who did it?"
Brother Six grabbed Gangzi's hand and gasped, "We don't have time to talk about this now. Saving people is the most important thing. Gangzi, take your brothers and go find Zhiyuan and his younger siblings. They are hiding in the candy factory now."
Gangzi gritted his teeth and nodded, saying yes, and called two younger brothers to take care of Sixth Brother.
Then Gangzi and I set off for the candy factory. On the way, Gangzi informed his brothers by phone.
We were closest to the candy factory and we were the first to arrive.
That candy factory is a small factory that operates without a license. It doesn’t even have a factory name. It’s just called a candy factory. It’s located not far from Mutton Street. It mainly produces popping candies. Sometimes it also imitates White Rabbit and Wangzai toffee for profit.
, because they all work secretly without a license, the door is locked during the day, and production is only done at night.
After receiving this news from Sixth Brother, Gangzi didn't stop for a moment, eager to rush over to save people.
We got there first.
The iron door of the candy factory was unlocked and partially unlocked. There were three bungalows in the factory area, all dark and not even a dog barking. It was surprisingly quiet.
Gangzi took a flashlight, picked up an iron pipe and wanted to go in. Just when he was about to enter, I grabbed him.
Gangzi turned to look at me unexpectedly and asked me what I was doing.
I frowned, looked at the dark and quiet factory yard and said, "Brother Gangzi, I always feel that something is not right about this."
