In the afternoon of the next day, Zheng Yuanchao finished his meal and was cleaning up at home. There was a knock on the door, so he opened it and found that it was the police. Before he could react, the police produced an arrest warrant. The police put a cap on him.
He was handcuffed and taken away in full view of the neighbors. Zheng Yuanchao was panicked, but he was not afraid. It was not him who killed Chang Shunfa. The police must have made a mistake.
This time Zheng Yuanchao was taken to the interrogation room. He sat down in the position of the suspect under interrogation. The crossbar of the chair was lowered and locked. There were three pre-trial policemen sitting in a row outside the iron fence.
"Tell me, what grudge do you have against Chang Shunfa?" the policeman asked.
Zheng Yuanchao was confused. He and Chang Shunfa were partners, so why did they get involved in hatred? He thought the police must have made a mistake. He felt that he had to make it clear. He said:
"There is no grudge. We are partners. We just completed a business and the money is in my account."
"You're so cruel if you don't have any hatred. You hit someone to death with a four-pound hammer," the policeman said.
Zheng Yuanchao was shocked. He had never seen a four-pound hammer before. He quickly said:
"What hammer? I haven't touched a hammer recently."
The policeman took out a plastic bag from under the table. It was transparent and contained a hexagonal hammer. One side of the hammer was flat and the other side was rolled up. This hammer was very special and had not been sold in the market in recent years. The policeman carried the plastic bag.
, walked to the iron fence and asked him to take a closer look.
Zheng Yuanchao looked at it carefully. He had never seen such a hammer before, and he didn't know where Chang Shunfa's fatal injury was. He said:
"I've never seen a hammer like this."
"But there are your fingerprints on the hammer handle, and they are bloody." The policeman said coldly.
"This is impossible." Zheng Yuanchao became angry. He had never seen this type of hammer before. He said, "If you check again, it will definitely not be me."
The police have evidence, and they don’t care how you quibble. The police had enough of his anger and asked again:
"Do you usually use your left hand or your right hand?"
"You use your right hand to do everything with your right hand. You can ask your co-workers about this," he said quickly.
The policemen looked at each other for a moment, then turned to face him, and decided to tell him:
"The fingerprint found on the hammer handle belongs to your left hand. However, it cannot be ruled out that you accidentally left it when wiping the marks after committing the crime."
Zheng Yuanchao forced himself to wake up and asked about the footprints at the scene. There were only two footprints at the scene, one was Chang Shunfa, and the other was himself. Fingerprints, door and window traces were all asked. All the evidence pointed to the
Himself. He could no longer follow the police's thinking. The police only wanted to ask him to explain the problems with the evidence. He suddenly thought of a motive, and he wanted to provide the police with clues about the motive. After thinking about it,
Chang Shunfa had no enemies, at least no one who wanted to kill him. He suddenly thought about the piece of jade wool in the secret room, and whether someone wanted to make money and killed Chang Shunfa. He said:
"There is a piece of jade wool at the scene. It is very large and weighs more than ten kilograms."
The policemen looked at each other for a while, surprised. One of them looked through the files, looking for scene records. He said:
"There is no piece of jade wool in the on-site records. Isn't Chang Shunfa in the clothing business? How could there be jade wool?"
"That's right. The murderer must have killed for money. They kidnapped the jade material and killed Chang Shunfa." Zheng Yuanchao breathed a sigh of relief. If there was no jade material, the case would be clear. The murderer must be
Came to make money.
The police immediately called people from the technical squadron to investigate the scene. Soon, the situation at the scene came to light. The police said:
"There is no such stone at the scene. There are traces of heavy objects being placed at the location you mentioned. I don't know whether the heavy objects were removed before the crime or after the crime."
"You can ask Zuo Chengjun about this matter. He also knows about this jade material." Zheng Yuanchao quickly provided clues to the police. If you ask Zuo Chengjun about this matter, the truth will be revealed.
Zheng Yuanchao was shackled and locked into a single room. He was a murder suspect. Although he was frightened, he still firmly believed that the police had made a mistake. After carefully sorting out the ins and outs of the matter, he had no enemies, and neither did Chang Shunfa. Why did others want to kill him?
Where are they? The police had a big misunderstanding this time. When they went out, they had to criticize them. After waiting for a few days, there was no movement at all. He became anxious, knocked on the door and called the guard, asking to see the pre-trial officer. He was responsible for the pre-trial.
When the police arrived, they did not enter the prison cell. Instead, they crawled by the cell window and asked him, "What do you want?"
"Did Zuo Chengjun tell you about the jade wool?" Zheng Yuanchao said anxiously.
"Zuo Chengjun said that he couldn't remember clearly." After the pre-trial policeman finished speaking, he slammed the window.
Zheng Yuanchao fell to the ground, and he collapsed. It happened that he had offended Zuo Chengjun before the accident, and happened to let himself touch the dead man. How could all this happen so coincidentally. Could it be that God wanted to kill him and let him step on a coincidence step by step?
At this point, Zuo Chengjun is a villain. Seeing that he was involved in a murder lawsuit, he went into hiding. They have been friends for decades. They once promised to stab each other, but now they are not asking him to stab him, but just
He was afraid of proving himself to his friend. Zheng Yuanchao hated this kind of friend most in his life, who played tricks and did not tell the truth. Zuo Chengjun did not testify for him, and the suspicion of murder was confirmed. Zheng Yuanchao's hatred arose from this.
After leaving the visiting hall of the prison, the rain outside eased. Zheng Xingzhong felt very uncomfortable. He let the good news go to his head. His father was not an ordinary person. The prisoner's mentality is very fragile. If something happened, he had to go straight. In order to make his old man happy, he instead
It was self-defeating. If he wanted to persuade him again, he would have to wait until the next visit. Seeing his father's hope for jade wool, he had a clear goal to find jade wool at all costs and redress his father's injustice. Thinking of his father's return to his hometown, Zheng Xingzhong felt
The whole body is filled with energy.
Jingtao Street is not long, and there is a large archway at the entrance, which is antique. There are shops on one street and two rows in the archway, all of which are engaged in jewelry business. There are big and small shops, and the big ones are not too big, only one more than the small ones.
It looks like a half-room. The first store on the left in the archway is Zheng Xingzhong's shop. In the jade business, confidentiality is very important. Important jewelry is priced one piece, or sometimes one price per person, so you can't compare. Stores
The owner is also unwilling to reveal himself to others. On the surface, it seems that the merchants often say hello, ask for help, and keep silent about business. Things are like this, the more they feel there are secrets, the more people like to inquire about the exchanges between the proprietresses and the interactions between the shop assistants.
These secrets are like intelligence, colluding with each other and communicating with each other.
As soon as the piece of jade material entered Jingtao Street, the news spread like wildfire. Zheng Xingzhong remained calm and stared at it secretly. After decades of hard work, the jewelry merchants on Jingtao Street are now proficient in gambling on stones.
The understanding was clear in his mind. Zheng Xingzhong believed that this product could not be sold on Jingtao Street. No stupid businessman would buy a muzzle stone and waste the cash. Someone was carrying the piece of jade wool on Jingtao Street.
After checking dozens of stores, no one offered a price. Now, Zheng Xingzhong has not yet been contacted. Zheng Xingzhong looked at today and saw that the group selling rough stones had not come yet. He said to the clerk:
"Yong, don't just play with your phone, go out and see if they are coming."
Yong was Zheng Xingzhong’s clerk and his junior brother. Zheng Xingzhong and Yong had the same master since they were in elementary school.
When Zheng Xingzhong was in junior high school, he was ridiculed and looked down upon by his classmates because his father was in jail. He had no friends, his mother died early, and he was alone at home. He only had one way to go to school and back home after school, and suffered from loneliness.
And bullying. One day after class ended early, the classmates were playing in the playground, and he went to the horizontal bar far away. It was quiet here, no one came over. He just hung on the horizontal bar, and a senior classmate came out of nowhere,
He pushed him down. He fell to the ground and saw that he was a senior classmate. He got up and patted the dirt on his butt. The senior classmate hung on the horizontal bar and shouted:
"You're still not convinced? What the hell."
Zheng Xingzhong is used to it. He doesn't get angry. He knows the way to solve this problem is not to get angry. Just leave and that's it. He looked at him again, turned around and left. Who knows how many more people came, and someone hit his butt with a baseball bat.
.He got angry and said:
"I didn't say anything."
"You still dare to be so stubborn." The guy on the horizontal bar jumped down and ran over with a roar.
Zheng Xingzhong felt that something was wrong, so he turned around and ran away.
At this time, in the middle of the playground, there was a person who was older than the senior students and shouted loudly:
"Son of a murderer, beat him up." The shouter stood far away. He was of medium stature and had just grown into an adult. At this moment, Zheng Xingzhong remembered him unforgettable. He just ran forward.
He found that someone was blocking the way in front of him. He had to run in a circle. There were classmates blocking him in front, back and left. They brought baseball bats and shouted loudly and surrounded him. Zheng Xing was in a panic. He was accidentally killed.
He tripped over the horizontal bar cable. This was bad. His fists, feet, and baseball bats rained down on him. His father taught him since he was young that he was not allowed to fight or curse with his classmates. They beat him so hard.
There were so many people. Zheng Xingzhong couldn't bear it anymore. He rolled forward, touched a piece and turned his head. He stood up, his face was covered with blood, and the blood dripped on his shoulder, which was also injured. He turned his head and licked it dry
With blood on his shoulders, he stared steadily at the howling crowd. The senior classmate also stared at him, with a provocative look in his eyes. He jumped up and hit the senior classmate's head with a brick.
The senior classmate fell to the ground and fainted. The arrogant and domineering classmates were stunned by this sudden scene. They stood still. Zheng Xingzhong carried the bricks and walked towards the crowd. The aggressive guys were like Meng.
Fang woke up and walked backwards in fright. Then he shouted in fright:
"Run. The sheep is eating the tiger."
Zheng Xingzhong did not pursue him and went to the classroom to get his schoolbag. The teacher saw him and asked in surprise:
"On the way, there was a fight. You are a good student and you cannot fight with your classmates."
Zheng Xingzhong put his schoolbag on his shoulders, and a teacher called from behind, saying that he was going home.
Zheng Xingzhong returned home, washed his hair with water, and washed away the blood on his face. Fortunately, the wounds were scabbed and the blood stopped flowing. The only injury on his shoulder was not a result of being hit, but maybe someone took advantage of it.
He had a knife, and the wound was open and painful. He remembered a few band-aids. He didn't know where they had been placed for several years. He rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, but couldn't find them.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Mother Wu's delivery time was after midnight, and she did not dare to come at this time. Zheng Xingzhong had no guests, who else could he be? Zheng Xingzhong opened the door, and it was the teacher. The teacher greeted all the students in the class
They have all done home visits, except for Zheng Xingzhong. This is her first time. Zheng Xingzhong is sitting in the classroom, and his home is in the classroom. After school, Zheng Xingzhong comes back with his family.
Zheng Xingzhong was like a startled rabbit, walking backwards and slowly welcoming the teacher into his home. The teacher said:
"Zheng Xingzhong, I understand the situation clearly. The school withstood the pressure and did not expel you."
Zheng Xingzhong looked at the teacher quietly, as if this matter had nothing to do with him. He said:
"Teacher, there is no boiling water."
The teacher was a little moved, and reached out to touch Zheng Xingzhong's head. The wound that had just scabbed was very painful. The pain made Zheng Xingzhong hold back tears. His body was shaking a little. He held it back, because he knew that the teacher loved him. The teacher said:
"But, I can't help you."
Zheng Xingzhong's heart beat. He looked up at the teacher, his eyes filled with tears. His father said that the man would not shed tears easily, so he tried hard to hold it back. He did not need help, facing the heat, sarcasm, and even the pain after being injured,
He always returns to this home silently. Home is his only safe haven. He can huddle in a corner. Facing the darkness, sometimes he is so suffocated that he runs into the fields at night, away from the neighbors, facing the darkness.
The night sky let out a long "Wow, ah" sound. Then I came back, curled up on the corner of the bed, and stared at the long night.
The teacher's words "can't help him" pierced his heart. He passed on a trace of warmth to Zheng Xingzhong. No one had given him this kind of affection. He was like a wounded animal, receiving a rare caress. He didn't know.
It was the teacher who touched his head, and tears really came out of his eyes. He cried softly, even softer than an injured kitten, so softly that almost no one could hear:
"Mother."
The teacher was stunned, and came over to touch his head again. His voice became even louder. It was obvious that the teacher was holding back. Suddenly, the teacher pushed him away, turned around, quickly walked out of his house, and ran forward. Very quickly
Far away, Zheng Xingzhong heard the teacher sobbing loudly.
Studying is important, but it is more important for Zheng Xingzhong to protect himself in the environment in which he lives. He no longer goes to school, he wants to arm himself. He worshiped his master in a rural area in the outer suburbs and learned kung fu from him. There is no enthusiasm or sarcasm here.
Without the supercilious looks and bullying, it was a lot harder. Zheng Xing learned a lot of good kung fu from it. Yong was his junior brother.