Mr. Wu and several men in mourning clothes carried the coffin containing Zhang Yu onto a large truck, carefully avoiding the police blockade, and rushed towards Shanghai.
When it is impossible to escape, the truck driver will come down to negotiate with the police.
Mr. Wu has been preparing for this stowaway for a long time. The people who got on the bus with him now all have positive jobs. In recent days, they have either actively fought for it or passively accepted it, and they have all been assigned to go to Shanghai for business trips.
The original owner of this coffin was apparently Mr. Wu's biological father and the adoptive fathers of several of his subordinates. His hometown was located in the suburbs of Shanghai. His greatest wish during his lifetime was to return to his roots and return to his parents and relatives.
For this plan, Mr. Wu started pretending to be ill half a year ago. He planned this plan on the grounds that he did not have much time left and wanted to fulfill his father's wish to move his father's grave back to his hometown and bury it next to his parents and brothers.
of travel.
As the adopted son, the others also set out with him in the name of taking advantage of this business trip to Shanghai to give their adoptive father a ride.
With their apparent identities and reasons, they showed no interest at all even when faced with police searches.
And in order to make it more realistic, Mr. Wu also led a group of men to dig out the coffin buried two years ago.
At this point, Zhang Yu, who was placed in the coffin, wanted to curse loudly, and he already regretted pretending to be comatose in the first place.
To be honest, he would rather faint at this moment than realize clearly that he is now in a coffin that once contained a dead person.
At this point, Zhang Yu could no longer control his urge to greet the eighteenth generation of Mr. Wu's ancestors. What kind of devil was he that could come up with such an idea?
He actually put himself into the coffin so frantically that he was not afraid of suffocating him to death.
Facts have proved that Mr. Wu was not only unafraid, but also frantically nailed the coffin shut with long nails in order to prevent anyone from inspecting the inside of the coffin, leaving only a small hole for Zhang Yu at the bottom of the coffin, only a little thicker than a finger for ventilation.
hole.
When the police searched, this small ventilation hole was gone.
It's not like Zhang Yu didn't want to ask for help while the police were searching, but Mr. Wu, like an old fox, stuffed some kind of flammable and explosive items at his feet. But whenever someone threw a spark into it, he would really
Nothing is left.
When he felt the car getting bumpier and bumpier, Zhang Yu realized that he had been taken out of Beijing.
Mr. Wu, who led a group of people out of the capital, also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he felt that he had no plan, even if there was an accident, he would still be able to escape.
But in that case, Zhang Yu would need to give up. He was still a little reluctant to let go of the "certificate of investment" that he had worked so hard to bring out.
The day after Mr. Wu took Zhang Yu out of Beijing, Liu Hongtao, covered in scars, appeared at the police station with his parents.
He huddled in a corner, his face full of horror, as if he had been stunned, and kept muttering to himself: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I don't know anything..."
His parents, on the other hand, looked at him with distressed faces and kept trying to step forward to comfort him.
But every time he stepped forward, it would arouse more fierce resistance from him.
In the end, Liu Hongtao's parents could only take two steps back and looked at him with worried faces.
When they saw Zhao Wenzhuo in police uniform, their eyes suddenly lit up, as if they had met a savior.
The two hurriedly walked a few steps, walked to Zhao Wenzhuo, knelt down on the ground with a plop, kowtowed to Zhao Wenzhuo several times, and then cried: "Officer, officer, you must save me."
My son, you must save my son!"
"You guys get up first, get up first, and speak slowly if you have something to say. The purpose of our police existence is to serve the people. If you have any problems, just ask them. We will do our best to solve them."
As Zhao Wenzhuo spoke, he motioned with his eyes to the young police officer standing next to him to help the two people who were kneeling on the ground together with him.
He poured a cup of warm water for the two of them and waited until they calmed down a bit before asking them their purpose of coming.
As soon as these words were said, the two of them started crying again. They cried to Zhao Wenzhuo that their children had suffered a great crime this time, and begged them to make the decision for their children at home.
Then the two of them looked at Liu Hongtao who was covered in scars and looked miserable.
"My Hongtao has been sensible since he was a child and has never made us parents worry. He has studied well since he was a child. After graduating from junior high school, he was admitted to a technical secondary school with high scores. He will graduate soon and has hope in life.
, when the time comes to find a good job, you won’t have to endure hardships with us.
But who knows...who knows..."
When Liu Hongtao's mother said this, she started crying again.
While comforting his crying wife, his father continued what she said: "Since our Hongtao went to technical secondary school, in order to save fares, he usually only goes home once a month and stays in school the rest of the time.
Study here.
It was the same this time. My husband and I always thought that he was still at school and would have to wait until next week to come back.
But who would have known... Who would have known that the school called us the day before yesterday and said that our Hongtao had not gone to school for several days and asked if something happened at home?
When we heard what the school said, we became anxious. We asked our relatives and friends to help us search for him all day long, but we couldn't find any trace of him.
Just last night, when we were all about to call the police, Hong Tao ran back with bruises all over his body.
Officer, you don’t even know how seriously injured Hong Tao was?"
When the man said this, he couldn't help but blush.
Then, before Zhao Wenzhuo and the others could ask, he continued: "We wanted to take him to the hospital yesterday, but he refused to be touched. As long as someone approached him, he would be like that just now."
Upon hearing what her man said, the woman burst into tears. She fell on the table crying and kept saying: "Who is so cruel? Why do you treat my Hongtao like this? What grudges do you have?"
What kind of grievances are you coming at me? What does it mean to attack a child?"
Zhao Wenzhuo and the police officer each comforted the other, and finally managed to calm them down again.
The young police officer asked: "Has your family ever had any enmity with anyone? Or has your son had any conflicts with anyone outside?"
Hearing this, the two shook their heads violently, and then said: "It's because we adults are incompetent and don't dare to offend anyone. Hong Tao has also developed a good temper with us since he was a child. From childhood to adulthood, he even
I have never had a quarrel with anyone, let alone a major conflict with anyone."
