This was not the first time that Wang Wenjun had entered the police station. However, he had always entered the police station before. This time, it was the ** team who briefly treated the wound in the hospital. After that, he was taken to the branch. **The Second Brigade** did not beat him, nor did they.
They interrogated him and just handcuffed him to the radiator casually and left him alone.
It's no wonder that the ** brigade has so many important cases waiting to handle this case of intentional injury. The facts are clear, simple, and there is nothing to ask. The suspect is also a fledgling kid. It will be better to let him go for a while and then try again.
The events of squatting in the corner for the past two days replayed in Wang Wenjun's mind. That night, two good friends came to him to complain. The three of them ordered a few dishes and two bottles of beer at the night market and started chatting. It turned out that the arms of Pihou and Ant were touched by high soil.
The reason for the discount on Bei Xiaoshuai in Po was just because a certain boss's bicycle was stolen.
After a few glasses of beer, Wang Wenjun got angry. He immediately slapped the table and said that he wanted to help his brothers take revenge. The two brothers sighed and said that he was a real underworld boss. Even Brother Shengli didn't dare to mess with us. We were just peripheral Ma Chai, how could he have the strength and strength?
People tell me to just endure it.
Wang Wenjun stopped talking, but he had already begun to think in his mind about the boss. He has two eyes and one mouth, but he is also afraid of bricks and knives. Since Brother Shengli won't let the brothers make the decision, then I will help the brothers vent this bad breath!
He always does things well planned. First, observe the pattern of Bei Xiaoshuai's actions. This is very simple. Boss Bei is very grand. As long as you pay a little attention, you can observe that he usually appears in two places: underground tunnels and Yi Zhong Internet cafes. As for the guy who uses it, Wang Wenjun.
It was also arranged that this was a military bayonet that my father collected from a family in the suburbs when he was collecting rags. It was fully fifty centimeters long. The hooked handle and the rusty blade showed that it was an old knife.
Wang Wenjun spent ** time polishing this rusty knife. He polished it over and over again with oil stone and water. Finally, the spurs were shiny and sharp again. It was still just because of the severe rust and excessive polishing. The blood grooves on the blade were evened out.
The next night Wang Wenjun went out. He didn't even change his clothes. He just put the bayonet in his pocket and went to Yi Chong Internet Cafe. He went straight to the second floor and saw Bei Xiaoshuai playing there with his back to him. He was playing so hard that he didn't even notice.
What happened next was that he stepped forward without hesitation, took out the military spear wrapped in newspaper from his arms, pointed it at the back of the chair, and stabbed it.
The back of this kind of chair was very thin and could not provide any protection. In addition, the bayonet was extremely sharp. Overly nervous, Wang Wenjun used too much force and stabbed Bei Xiaoshuai through the heart. The tip of the knife penetrated into the wood of the computer desk.
Wang Wenjun wanted to pull out the military thorn at that time, but because the blood gauge was flat, the military thorn was sucked by Bei Xiaoshuai's blood and could not be pulled out for a while. Wang Wenjun did not dare to stay for a long time, so he dropped the military thorn and ran away. What if the general's thorn was pulled out at that time?
I'm afraid Bei Xiaoshuai's life may not be saved.
As time passes, Wang Wenjun has more and more things in his mind. What if Bei Xiaoshuai is stabbed to death? He will definitely be sentenced to death. His parents have worked hard all their lives to raise him, and finally he ends up with a white-headed man and a black-headed man.
Washing his face with tears all day long, he stayed in the shed by the fork of the river and cried while looking at his portrait. Thinking of this, the young man's heart ached.
At noon, a pretty-looking female police officer came over and threw him a lunch box. Wang Wenjun didn't eat it, and the policeman didn't care that he was still chatting and laughing.
By two o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Wenjun's legs were numb from squatting. Finally, he was interrogated. An older male police officer sat behind the interrogation table with the young, beautiful but cold female police officer. The male police officer presided over the interrogation of the female police officer.
Police records.
The interrogation process was very simple. The suspect committed an armed murder, and the evidence and evidence were there. The suspect also confessed. It was just to confirm what happened and to understand the motive of the murder. After a short time, the interrogation was completed. Wang Wenjun signed and fingerprinted the transcript and was escorted away.
Detention center.
When we arrived at Taolin Detention Center, it was already dinner time. Wang Wenjun was assigned to the violent prison cell because he committed intentional homicide. Of course, this is no longer the time when Sixi was in charge. A new cell leader had been replaced. Wang Wenjun accepted that every newcomer has to go through it.
The process of sleeping on a lower bunk near the cesspool, having to wait for everyone to finish eating, and then having to get approval from the prison boss to urinate in the toilet was simply miserable.
Wang Wenjun was an extremely stubborn young man who would rather die than be humiliated, so he had a conflict with the prison boss that night. Although he was young and strong, he did not have the terrifying strength of Liu Ziguang. He was beaten by the prisoners. Fortunately, the cadres discovered the situation in time and took care of him.
He raised it alone and closed the trumpet.
Wang Wenjun finally shed tears of regret in the small cell where he couldn't even sit or lie down. The boy was extremely conflicted and wanted to die. But when he thought of his parents' expectant eyes, he couldn't bear to die. He tossed and turned in the small cell with shackles on him.
I spent the most difficult night in eighteen years.
When he returned to the cabin the next day, the prisoners surprisingly did not give him any trouble. A few old fritters came over and asked him: "I heard that you knocked over Xiaobei from Gaotupo?"
The young man nodded firmly and said defiantly: "You did it to me."
The old prisoner didn't say anything but looked at him and turned back to lie down.
From then on no one messed with him again.
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In the surgical ward of the Municipal Hospital, Bei Xiaoshuai was wrapped in bandages and lying on the bed like a zombie. All kinds of tubes and wires such as ECG monitoring, oxygen pulse and so on were connected to his body. He looked like a seriously ill patient who was on the verge of death.
Under the leadership of Teacher Liu, the students from the third and fifth classes of junior high school came to visit their senior brother Bei Xiaoshuai. A group of students tiptoed into the ward and looked at the half-dead patient lying on the bed. They put down the flower basket in their hands and bowed.
He left without saying anything, and then the next wave came. Not long after, there were flower baskets piled up in front of Bei Xiaoshuai's hospital bed. Xiao Bei was lying among the green pines and cypresses and thousands of flowers, except for a party flag and a crystal coffin.
After visiting the patients with solemn expressions, the students all sat talking in the hospital parking lot. Yuan Wei, Deng Miaofan and the others sadly introduced to the classmates how Boss Bei was injured and how he was stabbed on the computer table by an army.
He was taken to the hospital for emergency treatment and how they spent all night investigating and finally found out the real culprit. The students who had not experienced it personally were all dumbfounded.
The mixed society is really not as glamorous as imagined. While you are a dignified person, you also have to risk being nailed to the table at any time. This is the real life of a gangster.
"The vocational high school student who stabbed Boss Bei has been caught by the police and may be shot. He is only 18 years old..." Yuan Wei shook his head and sighed like an elder who is accustomed to the warmth and coldness of the world.
Everyone bowed their heads in silence. The air seemed to be stagnant. At eighteen years old, he was only three years older than these junior high school students, and he was still a child of his parents. It was obvious that such a live case was going to be sentenced to death, which shocked everyone.
Liu Ziguang stood on the balcony of the inpatient building and looked at the students. He smiled lightly and put out his cigarette butts. He returned to the ward and Bei Xiaoshuai was tearing the bandages on his body with difficulty and complained: "Brother, if you want to educate students, don't take me for granted."
Textbook, he is seriously injured."
Liu Ziguang said: "You also said that the whole atmosphere of the middle school was ruined by you. Now I'm giving you a chance to make amends for your sins. You're still moaning. Just lie down and don't move and look back. There's a group of second grade students coming to visit."
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Bei Xiaoshuai was about to cry but had no tears: "Oh my god..."
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The news that Bei Xiaoshuai, the idol of middle school boys under Liu Ziguang, the boss of Gaotupo Zhongyi Hall, was nailed to the computer desk with a military spike by a little-known vocational high school student and almost died spreads in the school.
The vivid version of the rumors gave Jianghu, a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys a new understanding, and with the strict teachings of their counselor, Teacher Liu, their wild and rebellious hearts gradually subsided.
In the past, it was common for students to be absent from class, late for school, and disobey school rules. It was not uncommon for students to beat their classmates and insult their teachers. As for smoking, it was common for them to cuddle with each other as soon as they left school. Now things have changed a lot. No one dares to smoke in school anymore. Liu Ziguang
This move was too cruel. Those students who were punished by him now no longer smoke, they would vomit when they smell the smoke. Who dare to try it themselves?
In the past, when students dared to disobey their teachers, it was because they had the support of their big brothers. Now it is different. The big brothers are all the teachers' younger brothers. There is no logic in this thing. The students have nothing to hide but to go to school and study hard.
Although Liu Ziguang is only a counselor and substitute teacher, he is very lenient. He walks around the school all day long and corrects disciplinary violations on the spot without leaving any face to others. With such a great god controlling the children, the atmosphere of the middle school can be corrected at an unexpected speed.
Principal Wang, Director Tan and all the teachers were very happy when they saw this.
In fact, the Mechanical Vocational High School was originally a joint school with Chenguang Machinery Factory and offered several practical majors such as mechanical manufacturing, electromechanical, electrical and electronics, etc. Later, when the factory failed, the school changed its majors to accounting, computers, logistics management, and economics.
Fashionable majors such as management also offer subjects for continuous study in technical secondary schools and junior colleges. In short, they are for profit, how can they make money, but people still call them mechanical vocational high schools according to the old name.
Seeing that the atmosphere of Zidi Middle School was quickly reversed, the principal of Mechanical Vocational High School, who was suffering from the unhealthy atmosphere on campus, sent a letter of request for help to Principal Wang of Zidi Middle School. Principal Wang was not able to make the final decision and asked Liu Ziguang for his opinion.
Liu Ziguang is not a good boy either. The middle school is his alma mater and it is his duty and responsibility to help the juniors and girls on the right path. However, if the Mechanical Vocational High School has anything to do with him, he immediately refuses and has no time.
But then I thought it had always been Bei Xiaoshuai's dream to conquer the Mechanical Vocational High School. As a big brother, why don't I take this opportunity to give a gift to my injured brother?
Liu Ziguang immediately called Principal Wang and said that he could consider it, but he couldn't do it for nothing. Principal Wang said that the Mechanical Vocational High School is more profitable than the nine-year compulsory school like Zidi Middle School. It offers you a monthly salary of two to three thousand, which is not a problem. As long as you provide guidance occasionally.
That's all. Then he gave Liu Ziguang a few words of earnest advice, to the effect that it was worth the hard work for the future of young people.
Liu Ziguang agreed and went back to the hospital to talk to Bei Xiaoshuai. Xiaobei almost jumped out of bed with excitement:
"That's great. This has been my long-cherished wish for many years. Brother Guang, you helped me fulfill it!"