"No, not yet, has something happened?" Seeing Zhao Wenzhuo, who looked even more anxious because of her words, Zhang Guifang seemed to realize something and grabbed his arm fiercely.
"The janitor at the scrap collection station just ran to the police station to report to me, saying that he received a bicycle today. It looks like the one that Xiaoyu found parts to assemble from him. I will come back and ask Xiaoyu
Has Yu come home?" At this time, Zhao Wenzhuo still held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that all this was a false alarm and that Xiao Yu was now safe and sound at home, preparing something for his birthday.
As soon as Zhao Wenzhuo finished speaking, Zhang Guifang, who was holding his arm, immediately let go and ran towards the scrap collection station quickly.
I prayed silently in my heart that it must not be Xiaoyu's bicycle.
Seeing Zhang Guifang running towards the scrap collection station, Zhao Wenzhuo immediately got on his bicycle and shouted to Zhang Guifang who was running: "Guifang, get on the bike quickly!"
"Okay..." Zhang Guifang jumped on the bicycle before Zhao Wenzhuo stopped.
On the way to the scrap collection station, Zhang Guifang's heart was beating fast, and cold sweat could not stop flowing out, slowly flowing down her face. In just a few minutes, her clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
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Nervousness and fear occupied Zhang Guifang's mind. At this time, her mind went blank. There was only one thought in her heart, and that was to pray that nothing would happen to Xiaoyu.
When there was still a short distance from the entrance of the scrap collection station, Zhang Guifang couldn't even wait for Zhao Wenzhuo to ride by, so she jumped off her bicycle and ran towards the scrap collection station.
But all the hopes and prayers were shattered the moment he looked at the bicycle specially placed at the door by the gatekeeper.
Zhao Wenzhuo, who was following her, could barely maintain his composure.
They know better than anyone else that this bicycle belongs to Zhang Yu.
Zhang Guifang stroked the pattern on the bicycle, which was painted on by her nephew when he was doing something weird. For this reason, he was disliked by his eldest son.
The bicycle was fine when I went out in the morning, but at this time the handlebars and seat had been smashed and deformed.
I don’t know what happened to Xiaoyu while riding this bicycle.
Looking at the expressions of the two people, the old man who opened the door at the scrap collection station knew that he had not admitted his mistake. This was the bicycle assembled by the young man who often came here.
Before the two of them could ask, he started to talk about what happened today: "Just now when my old lady came to deliver dinner to me, a young man in his twenties suddenly came and asked if we would accept the bicycle.
Of course we collect bicycles. I have collected scraps for so many years and I have collected a lot of bicycles. But today’s bicycle is particularly new. Although there are some bumps, the handlebars and seats can still be ridden after a little repair. I thought at that time
I muttered, how could anyone be willing to sell a bicycle like this as scrap.
But the young man said that his family was sick and he was in a hurry to ask for money. Seeing how pitiful he said, I took the bicycle first and thought of letting him put it away to see if he would regret it after a while.
Sell it to him again."
As the man at the scrap collection station said this, he looked at his wife standing next to him and asked her with his eyes if he remembered correctly?
My wife nodded to show that he remembered correctly: "The young man acted very pitifully at that time and almost cried. I thought he must be in an emergency, and I comforted her for a while, but I never thought...
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The janitor at the junkyard continued what his wife said: "After the young man leaves, I am going to push this bicycle into the house to save it from being damaged by wind and rain.
When I was pushing, I realized something was wrong. After looking carefully for a long time, I realized that the frame came from me, didn't it?
It just so happens that I know the young man who comes here often, and I heard his name and address from the kids nearby, so shouldn’t I hurry up and find him?"
The caretaker said that he also felt a little lucky. Fortunately, as soon as he noticed something was wrong, he immediately ran to the police station to report the news. Otherwise, if something happened to the young man because of the delay, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
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After hearing what he said, Zhang Guifang and Zhao Wenzhuo hurriedly thanked them, and then carefully inquired about the appearance of the person selling the bicycle.
In the end, the two of them ignored his refusal and gave him all the money they had.
When the two of them rushed to the police station with the bicycle, none of the policemen at the police station who heard the report from the gatekeeper at the scrap collection station had not left the police station. They were all here waiting for the news from Zhao Wenzhuo.
After getting first-hand information from Zhao Wenzhuo, everyone acted quickly. Based on the information provided by the gatekeeper and nearby residents, they quickly found the young man who went to sell bicycles.
When the young man was found, he was drinking and playing cards with others. When he saw the police breaking in through the door, he almost wet his pants in fright.
The friend who was drinking with him was stunned for a moment when he saw the police rushing in. Then he put his trembling hands on his head, squatted skillfully in the corner, and yelled: "Officer, we didn't make any mistakes, we were just together."
Just have a drink."
"Stop talking nonsense and just stay calm."
Director Wu was restless because of Zhang Yu's disappearance. He felt anxious about waiting in the police station, so he simply participated in the arrest.
When he saw one of the people squatting in the corner with his head in his arms, he said with a slightly surprised tone: "Hou San'er, why are you here?"
Hou San'er shuddered when he was recognized, then licked his face and slowly moved to Director Wu's side, showing a flattering smile: "Director Wu, I really didn't commit any crime at the moment.
I just have itchy hands, so I came here to play cards with others."
"Playing cards? I think you are gambling. Don't you know that gambling is not allowed now? Have you forgotten what you were arrested for last time?" Director Wu looked at the playful and smiling Hou San'er in front of him and had a headache.
This man is really incorrigible.
"No, we didn't bet." Hou San'er twisted his body and tried to cover the things on the table.
"No bet, no bet, what is it?" Director Wu pointed to the money on the table.
"Director Wu, I am wronged! You know that I have always been a timid person. Ever since I received your education and understood that gambling is harmful to others and myself, I have never gambled again.
I just came here today because my hands were itchy, so I came here to take a look, but I promise, I am definitely not involved in gambling, I swear." Hou San'er said and stretched out a hand as if swearing to the sky.