This is Zhang Haidong's second visit to the Public Security Bureau.
Different from the first time, this time the incandescent light did not dazzle his eyes.
He just sat on his chair and numbly answered the police's questions.
"What did Wen Si say to you after you entered?"
the policeman asked.
"He said he didn't want to kill anyone and entrusted me to take good care of his son, his mother, and the woman he abandoned."
Zhang Haidong replied without any expression.
There was only dullness on his face.
His eyes were all dull.
"When a man is about to die, his words are also good."
The policeman said something and then continued to ask: "What else did he say? Did he tell you anything about his property?"
All the money he earns is black money and must be turned over to the state treasury.
"No……"
Zhang Haidong still shook his head numbly.
"Then do you have any other contact with each other?"
"No……"
…
After questioning for a long time, the police closed the transcript.
Looking at Zhang Haidong with a dull expression, they thought Zhang Haidong was frightened.
After all, shooting a prisoner to death may not happen once in a lifetime.
It has a huge impact on someone who has experienced it personally.
He stood up, patted Zhang Haidong on the shoulder and said, "Okay, it's okay.
If your mood cannot be stable, you can take a few days off and rest at home for a while.
If it's to take care of his family, that's fine too.
We won't stop you from doing good deeds.
But don’t leave Jinmen recently, we will be here whenever you are asked, okay?”
"good……"
Zhang Haidong nodded numbly again.
"Okay. You can go home."
The policeman ordered.
Zhang Haidong walked out of the Public Security Bureau with a numb look on his face.
On rainy days, he did not take shelter from the rain, but let it hit him.
This is the second person who has died next to him since his rebirth.
Even being reborn once could not erase the fear and shock in his heart.
That kind of shock cannot be described in any words at all.
It's just like……
It felt like my heart was suddenly shattered...
Pity……
Uncomfortable...
The discomfort of being out of breath...
He knew that Wen Si was a drug dealer...
He knew that Wen Si deserved to die...
Even so, he was still a little out of breath.
A gloomy atmosphere filled my whole mind...
After walking staggeringly in the rain for a long time, Zhang Haidong's body was soaked by the rain.
The icy cold air made him shiver all over, and he finally came back to his senses.
Fourth Brother Wen even entrusted himself with the task.
If you continue like this, you will catch a cold.
How can you still do what others ask you to do when you have a cold?
Are you going to let Fourth Brother Wen die in the underworld without ever resting in peace?
Thinking of this, Zhang Haidong came back to his senses in an instant.
He reached out and took a taxi and returned home.
It was just noon, and neither my daughter nor Du Jing were there.
He was not in any mood to eat, but quickly wiped his face with a towel, and then took out the small box Wen Si gave him from his pocket.
The small box is not exquisite, with only a small buckle on it.
Gently open the buckle and the box opens.
At the top is a note with the names of two people written on it: Aaron and Ahu.
Below the name is a phone number.
Is this the contact information of Fourth Brother Wen’s brothers?
should be……
Zhang Haidong gently folded the small note and put it aside.
Below is a photo.
The photo shows Brother Wen who is about ten years younger.
He was wearing a red T-shirt, holding a beautiful woman in his arms and taking photos while standing by the bridge.
The woman smiled happily. She was wearing loose yellow clothes and her belly was slightly swollen.
She seems to be a pregnant woman.
Could it be?
Is this Wen Hui’s mother?
Fourth Brother Wen was injured back then, so he ended up betraying this woman?
This woman looks pretty good!
He looks like he is living at home.
Even if she only needs someone to accompany her, shouldn't such a woman be left at home?
At least Wen Hui won’t be autistic!
Turning over the back of the photo, there is a line written on it: "Wen and Wang Zhiran took a happy photo together!"
There is another address below: Room 101, Building 33, Qixia Community, North District, Jinmen City.
It turns out that woman’s name is Wang Zhiran!
This is the woman's address.
Zhang Haidong took a deep breath and gently put the photo aside.
Next is a bank card.
There are many letters on it, and it doesn’t look like a domestic bank card.
There is a note next to it: Swiss bank account, living expenses for Wen Hui, Wang Zhiran and her mother for the rest of her life.
It turned out to be a UBS bank card.
This money is set aside for the family.
But I can't move yet.
First of all, I will not withdraw the money.
Besides, the police have been watching me, how could I let myself take out the money easily?
We can only talk about it later.
At the bottom of the box is still a bank card.
It says password: 505050.
This is a Hua Xia Bank bank card. Other than that, there is nothing else.
This domestic bank card should not be an account opened in Brother Wen’s own name, right?
Obviously the police will confiscate it.
So it should be an account opened using someone else’s ID card.
Since it is a retreat, the money inside can be temporarily withdrawn for use by family members.
There is nothing else.
Zhang Haidong carefully put in Aaron Ahu's contact information and the UBS bank card.
Then he gently closed the box.
He held Hua Xia Bank's bank card and photo in his hands.
He closed his eyes and thought.
All the property of Fourth Brother Wen should be stolen money.
villa……
deposit……
Luxury cars……
All these will be seized without exception and turned over to the state treasury.
This is reasonable.
So he left a way out and left a sum of money to his family.
Zhang Haidong didn't know how much he kept.
But it should be enough.
Now that he has been shot dead, the countdown to the seizure of property should soon begin.
The elderly and children will definitely not be able to live in that villa.
Where to go then?
Really sent back to your hometown?
Really sent to a nursing home?
All the old people have dementia!
How to live!
no!
Gotta find that woman!
At least one person can support the elderly and children, right?
Time was running out, so Zhang Haidong got up, changed his clothes, and then went out with an umbrella.
…
The lingering rainy days made his mood even more depressed.
Along the way, the driver looked at Zhang Haidong with a heavy face and unconsciously stepped on the accelerator.
Finally, the car stopped at the 33rd building of Qixia Community.
This is an old neighborhood.
It should also be public housing allocated by government units at that time.
Zhang Haidong walked over and realized that the so-called 101 seemed to be a facade.
Wenran Little Restaurant.
There is a sign like this hanging on the door.
After opening the curtain, there were only four tables inside, deserted and deserted, with no one around.
Zhang Haidong knew that the first floors of many old communities had been converted into restaurants or canteens.
"boss?"
he asked.
"Hey...here he comes..."
After a long time, a woman's voice came from inside.
"Hello, there are mutton noodles, egg noodles, and wide noodles. Which one do you want? Sit down first. It's cold today."
The woman said, pulling a stool to Zhang Haidong.
Zhang Haidong recognized this woman at a glance.
Yes, it's exactly the same as in the photo.
The only difference is that she has some crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.
He was wearing light-colored clothes with some oil stains on them.
It seemed like she was the only one in this small shop.
"Are you Wang Zhiran?"
The woman was stunned.
Zhang Haidong didn't seem to be here for dinner.
"I am... may I ask who you are..."
"I'm Brother Wen's friend. I'll come to see you if I need anything."
Zhang Haidong said softly.
Wang Zhiran's eyes instantly turned red when she heard the word Wen Si...
The corners of her mouth trembled slightly, causing her cheeks to tremble...
After a long time, two lines of tears couldn't stop falling down...
…
"What does he want from me?"
After a long time, Wang Zhiran wiped away her tears and asked.
"He wants...he wants to entrust Wenhui to you..."
Zhang Haidong decided to get straight to the point.
"Give me the child? Haha! What about him!
He only cares about giving birth but not raising children, right?
Doesn’t He Wensi know anything except being in jail and playing with women?”
Wang Zhiran asked.
"he died……"
When Zhang Haidong spoke again, Wang Zhiran's eyes widened.
…
In the rain, the door of the shop was closed.
There were two glasses of water on the table, and Zhang Haidong sat opposite Wang Zhiran.
He finished listening to the story of Fourth Brother Wen and Wang Zhiran.
Wen Si promised to give Wang Zhiran a family, but four years after Wen Hui was born, he gave Wang Zhiran a sum of money and kicked Wang Zhiran out...
Who knew that before leaving, Wang Zhiran was already pregnant again...
…
"Mom, I want to drink peanut milk!"
A little girl stared at her big black eyes and hugged Wang Zhiran's legs and said.
A cute duck-oval face, exactly the same as Brother Wen.
"Baby, you can't drink sweet things too often. Be good and go back to the house to play. Mom and uncle have something to talk about."
Wang Zhiran said softly.
"No, I want to drink."
The daughter still hugged Wang Zhiran's legs and did not let go.
"It's okay, uncle will buy it for you later."
Zhang Haidong said.
Who knew that as soon as he opened his mouth, the little girl was so frightened that she ran back into the house.
"This child recognizes his birth..."
Wang Zhiran wiped the tears on her face and said with a smile.
"fine."
Zhang Haidong waved his hand, and then said softly: "You have been guarding this small shop all these years?"
"Um."
Wang Zhiran nodded.
"I got pregnant out of wedlock and took care of the child by myself. I was too embarrassed to go back to my parents' home. I will send some money back to my parents when I have time."
She lowered her head and said.
"It seems like business is not going well..."
"Let's just make it work. In the summer, you can earn about two hundred yuan a day. There are many people eating late night snacks, so it's just a bit harder."
Wang Zhiran said.
"No matter how much hardship I endure, it doesn't matter. The key is that this child still can't go to school."