"Officer Jiang, please, please let me out..." Ma Hui knelt on the ground and said with runny nose and tears.
"You've been here so many times and you're still not used to it?" Jiang Xinyu only paused for more than ten seconds and continued walking forward. He was in no mood to talk nonsense with this little loser.
"This time is different, please..." Ma Hui begged from behind.
The guard gloated and said, "Ma Hui, just stay here and I will let you out in three or two years!"
Jiang Xinyu was a little strange and asked as he walked: "What did Ma Hui commit this time?"
The guard said: "This kid didn't open his eyes and stole Director Wu's wife's wallet. Do you think we can let him out?"
"How much money was stolen?"
"Secondly the money, the main thing is the wallet. I heard that Director Wu's friend brought it back from Italy, but Ma Hui threw it into the trash can. It was so dirty..."
"oh……"
While talking, I came to cell No. 25, where more than a dozen people were imprisoned, swaying around and huddled on their own straw bunks.
The guard knocked on the iron door with his baton and shouted: "Those new three come here!"
No one responded.
Guard: "Jin Zhe, Zheng Kun, Wang Youfu, come here!"
The three people sitting in the corner sat up, walked over slowly, and stood in the cell door.
The guard cursed: "Is he mute? Just promise!"
Jiang Xinyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. There was no Yang Feng here. The man wearing shackles must be the rebel from South Korea. He was considered a repeat offender and must be tortured.
"Who is selling smuggled salt?" Jiang Xinyu did not leave immediately. He had to go through the formalities.
"It's me." A middle-aged man with a short stature said.
Jiang Xinyu asked: "What's your name?"
"The king is blessed."
"Do you know that smuggling salt is a felony?"
"Know……"
The one wearing the shackles was Korean Jin Zhe, the one selling smuggled salt was Wang Youfu, and the remaining young man named Zheng Kun was naturally the businessman Lei Ban mentioned.
Zheng Kun suddenly said: "Officer Jiang, I have something to say!"
The guard scolded: "I didn't ask you, why are you yelling!"
After working as a policeman for several years, Jiang Xinyu had long been accustomed to being aggressive with prisoners. Just like Ma Hui just now, he thought that because he was familiar with the police, he would be lenient towards him.
"What's your... name?" Jiang Xinyu looked at the young man carefully and felt a sense of déjà vu.
The young man lowered his head and said, "Zheng Kun."
"From the accent you speak, do you think you are a native of Yanjin?"
"yes."
Jiang Xinyu thought for a moment and said to the guard: "Bring Zheng Kun out, I want to question him alone!"
"yes."
The guard took out the key and opened the cell door. They all understood this kind of thing. "Individual questioning" is sometimes synonymous with bargaining between the two parties and then bending the law for personal gain.
Entering the interrogation room, Jiang Xinyu said to Zheng Kun: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Zheng Kun looked at Jiang Xinyu and said slowly: "Opening a porridge shed can only solve an urgent need. This country is sick from head to toe. It is necessary to have a bone scraping to cure the poison in order to save the people from the fire and water!"
Jiang Xinyu was shocked. When he first arrived in Yanjin six years ago, he met Wang Jingmin opening a porridge shed to help refugees fleeing from the Northeast. Jiang Xinyu was also a passionate young man at that time, and said these words to Wang Jingmin with emotion.
Because of this incident, his superiors at the time also criticized Jiang Xinyu, an intelligence agent who was preparing to lurk for a long time. He should not say such things to people under any circumstances. If the enemy heard such remarks, he would be under surveillance and a strict identity check would be necessary.
An indispensable procedure.
Fortunately, when Wang Jingmin went to Sichuan later, it was impossible for him to take the words of a young student to heart. This was not the first time he heard similar remarks from others, and he didn't think there was anything special about it.
How does this young man know what he has said?
"Who are you?" Jiang Xinyu glanced at the door and said warily.
Zheng Kun said excitedly: "Officer Jiang, you really don't know me anymore? I am Erbao!"
"Second treasure? Which second treasure?"
"My father, Wang Jingmin."
"...Are you Mr. Wang's second son?"
"It's me! It's me!"
Wang Jingmin, once known as the richest man in Yanjin, has two sons. The eldest son Wang Xuelin went to England to study very early, and the second son Wang Xueqi is the second treasure in front of him.
Five years ago, Wang Xueqi was only a fourteen-year-old boy. His appearance and body shape had changed so much compared to what he is now. Even though Jiang Xinyu had seen him before, he could not recognize him.
Jiang Xinyu said in surprise: "Second Young Master Wang, I heard that your whole family is in Sichuan, why are you back?"
Wang Xueqi sighed and said, "It's a long story... Officer Jiang, for my father's sake, can you let me out?"
Jiang Xinyu: "You were taken to the police station because you used someone else's ID. You must have a reasonable explanation for this."
Wang Xueqi said: "I lost my ID, and I picked up this ID named Zheng Kun on the road. I needed to use it temporarily in order to register my hotel for inspection."
Jiang Xinyu shook his head and said: "This reason is too far-fetched. Even a three-year-old child will not believe it. Second Young Master Wang, if you want to go out and don't tell me the truth, I really can't help you."
Wang Xueqi seemed to have made a lot of determination, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, let me tell you the truth, I paid someone to forge Zheng Kun's ID."
"Why forge documents?"
"I'm worried that I will be recognized by acquaintances. My father helped the National Army back then. If the Japanese know that I am back, they will not let me go."
"What are you doing back to Yanjin?"
"My aunt's family is still in Yanjin. My grandma has missed them very much over the years, but she couldn't contact them, so my father asked me to come to Yanjin to pick up my aunt's family and go to Sichuan."
Looking at Wang Xueqi talking eloquently, Jiang Xinyu could easily judge that this young man was still lying to himself!
If he just came to pick someone up, Wang Jingmin could just send a reliable servant. Why would he put his son in danger himself? Yanjin and Sichuan are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, so he is not afraid of Wang Xueqi having an accident on the road?
Jiang Xinyu didn't say anything, he decided to help Wang Xueqi once. During the Yanjin defense war, Wang Jingmin donated 10,000 yuan to the national army at one time. He was a patriotic businessman who contributed to the Anti-Japanese War.
"How do you know what I said?" Jiang Xinyu asked.
"You may not have noticed that I was beside my father at that time. I think what you said is very correct! ... But I didn't expect that you would become a policeman ..."
Jiang Xinyu smiled and said: "Humans, you have to learn to bow to reality. The age when you are young and carefree has passed. I am here to survive!"