. Only he knows the story behind these scars. Outsiders thought these injuries were terrifying, but Zhou Yanling wanted to know how he felt when he saw it.
"The soil and water in Tongzhou is not good, it doesn't support people, and it's very cloudy." Huang Ye narrowed his eyes and slowly blew out the last puff of cigarettes. He spoke very restrainedly, as if afraid of scaring Zhou Yanling, "You are young, you don't know. The old man said that Tongzhou used to be a place where Japanese devils used living people to study chemical weapons. Many people died, and the things planted in the fields were poisonous. , the water was also dirty. Later, it was discovered that there was a coal mine, and they all came to dig coal. Many people could not get up after going down. In 1982, the mine collapsed and nearly 200 people died. The villagers said that they could hear loud ghosts crying at night. Reform There were originally more people going south to do business, but later there were fewer and fewer people, and nothing could be done.”
Instead, Zhou Yanling laughed: "I know what happened in 1982. It was a black-hearted boss who ignored the safety line and made a joke of life."
Huang Ye nodded: "With so many people dead, who wants to get bad luck in business? In the 1990s, Americans first came to Tongzhou to set up factories, and foreigners are not afraid of bad luck anyway, they don't like this statement. I also listen to others. The story of the dead man was thrown into the river when the foundation was dug, and the river swelled. After that, nothing happened, and the factory was set up, and people saw that the Americans were fine, so they slowly returned to look for work with peace of mind. After the millennium, there are more Japanese and Germans. We used to work for foreigners, but we are very popular. The safety measures of the factories of foreigners are well done, there are few accidents, and there are more compensations, and they are willing to go.”
"Is something wrong now?"
"In the past few years, things have started to happen again, and I don't know which Tai Sui is responsible for." Huang Ye pointed out a finger and made a mysterious expression: "In the autumn of 2011, an American hanged himself in the office. I don't understand, but two groups of people from the embassy came and surrounded the entire factory with the police. I couldn't get any news out. Later, I arrested a woman and said that she was strangled and pretended to hang herself because she stole something. But no one would believe it. Americans are tall and strong. How can a woman He was killed so easily? The family did not dare to complain when they came, and they were sentenced to death. As a result, within half a year, the factory was closed due to its debts, the workers were dismissed, and two Americans jumped off the building. Wrongful death."
Zhou Yanling pinched the cigarette and stretched. The story of the dead is a thrill to listen to, and it will not be new if you listen to it too much. The 2011 financial crisis has not yet passed, and many Americans have committed suicide. This woman is just an excuse. It is estimated that the factory has long been in debt, and it is only a matter of time to close down. Even without this woman, so many people would still die.
Huang Ye talked more vigorously, and said, "In the next two years, accidents happened on several construction sites, and it was not a big event. They all said that it was an accident. If you go to the river ditch, you will either hit the wall and die yourself. Some are bosses and some are ordinary workers. They all say that the yin is too heavy and it is easy to be taboo. How can anyone dare to open a factory here? Although Baihe is more remote, the land is also cheap. Yeah, the cost of starting a factory is low, so if you don't move there..."
At this time, Huang Ye's cell phone rang, and a text message was sent back, just a "good" word. That number was actually Wu Fengrong's number. Zhou Yanling guessed that Wu Fengrong was looking for him at this time. Knowing that his "phone was broken", Wu Fengrong would not sit idly by and he should meet Wu Fengrong. Zhou Yanling patted Huang Ye on the shoulder to express his gratitude, and stood up to leave.
There was no evidence that Huang Ye was following his eyeliner, and Zhou Yanling was a little disappointed. He took out his mobile phone and called Wu Fengrong, but Wu Fengrong didn't answer. Zhou Yanling rang the alarm bell in his heart and turned to the conductor's seat. There was no Wu Fengrong in the No. 8 compartment. Zhou Yanling randomly caught a flight attendant and asked him where Wu Fengrong was, but the flight attendant shook his head without saying anything.
Zhou Yanling's heart sank to the bottom, where did Wu Fengrong go
He stood by the window of the conductor's seat, lowered his head and continued to dial on his mobile phone, when suddenly someone called his name from behind. Two marshals were approaching him on the glass window. He didn't have time to think about it, so he just walked away, slipped his mobile phone from his pocket and dropped it on the ground, and he didn't even bother to pick it up. The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and he bumped into a woman in the aisle and ran quickly towards the rear of the car.
"Zhou Yanling! Stop—" The marshals shouted loudly.
Zhou Yanling scolded her mother secretly, while worrying about Wu Fengrong's safety, she listed in her mind how to escape the marshals. The sound of the ho ho wind swirled in his ear sockets, the wind seemed to come out of his lungs, and the lung leaf fans became bellows, which made his forehead hot and the soles of his feet hot. He opened his mouth to breathe, his chapped lips hurting even more.
After hitting one after another, Zhou Yanling suddenly stopped and turned around when he saw that the rear of the car was within ten steps. The marshals were chasing him to the entrance of the carriage. When they saw that he had stopped, the people in one carriage retreated from both sides in panic, and did not catch up immediately. Zhou Yanling knelt down slowly, raised his hands high, his heart was thumping, but there was no expression on his face.
"I want to see your train conductor." He only said one sentence the whole way.
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Mr. Zhou recalled that when he was a child, he didn't dare to pee in a plastic bag by himself. It was from the movie "What Time Are You Over There" directed by Cai Mingliang.
14. We as adults can't be so headstrong
Wu Fengrong just hung up the Wancheng police. The thief who jumped out of the car should be handed over from Wancheng Station and sent back to Tongzhou through the Wancheng police. The large suitcase he stole has already been reported as lost, and it was finally returned to the original owner, which is considered a complete merit. Wu Fengrong made this call in the driver's cab, but he didn't look at his mobile phone for about ten minutes, and then received a call from the marshals, saying that he had caught a wanted criminal.
When he patted his forehead, he remembered Zhou Yanling. After Zhao Xintao beat him, he temporarily forgot Zhou Yanling, thinking that Zhou Yanling had too many flowers, one moment he pretended to be injured, another moment he was beaten on purpose, and he didn't know what tricks he would make in the future. Wu Fengrong doesn't like people who have too many hearts, and it is easy to get rid of the fishy smell. He had the idea of alienating Zhou Yanling, and turned his attention to other work first.
Zhou Yanling sat honestly on the floor, with his left hand on the bed ladder. When the marshals questioned him, he respectfully nodded and smiled, his speech was polite and organized, and his attitude was very cooperative. When Wu Fengrong arrived, the marshals had nothing to do with him, and seeing Wu Fengrong was like seeing a savior.
"Someone rushed over and said that he saw him dangling in the car. He looked like the picture on TV. He asked me to take a look, and I followed. In fact, we were not sure at first, but he saw the person. Just run, the ** is not far away. I just searched the ID card, and it was indeed him." The marshal said: "Brother Rong, this man has a tight mouth and can't ask anything. He has been saying that he wants to see you since he was arrested. We also picked up the mobile phone, here it is. Do you want to contact Wancheng and hand over it with the thief at the next stop."
Wu Fengrong had beaten Zhou Yanling countless times in his heart, but he could only grit his teeth silently, and couldn't show the expression of hating iron. Now his situation is very difficult. He can't shelter the suspect in front of the marshals' bread, and he can't simply agree to contact the police. Talents were not under the nose for ten minutes, and someone immediately reported it. Wu Fengrong thought that he was unlucky, but he didn't expect Zhou Yanling to have the same physique as him, and it was all based on his ability to cause trouble.
After thinking about it, he was still angry, Wu Fengrong couldn't help but put his foot on the suspect's buttocks, Zhou Yanling clutched his buttocks, and returned a fierce look. Wu Fengrong sent the marshal first: "Let me ask him, since he wants to see me so much, maybe he can spit something out at me. The two of you go and call Wancheng Station, this person is a national wanted criminal. Let's see how the handover is to be done. The other one goes to Xintao, he knows how to arrange it."
The marshal asked worriedly, "Brother Rong, are you okay here? Just be careful."
Wu Fengrong fiddled with the handcuffs and said with a smile: "It's not handcuffed, it's fine." After speaking, his eyes turned to the policeman's crotch, and a flash of light flashed: "Lend me your baton, Be a self-defense, lest this guy go crazy and I can't bear it."
Most of the marshals' existing batons are telescopic, not electrified, made of stainless steel, shiny and slender, and shaped a bit like a pointer. Only the handle is made of rubber, which acts as an insulation. Wu Fengrong threw away a silver stick, and the steel body flowed through a fine and dazzling white light, which made Zhou Yanling's face stiff, and recited over and over in his head, Feng Shui turns and feng shui turns.
After dealing with the police for many years, Zhou Yan has heard a lot about this thing, and once bought similar things on the Internet to use in some nasty bed games. When this stick hits the body, it can torment people to the death or torment. First there is a sharp pain, and then the beaten skin becomes hot, feeling like burning, and it will leave traces after the event, which will take a long time to disappear. Some people like to be slapped by this thing in bed, and the more it hurts, the more excited they become. Zhou Yanling has no habit of abuse, and playing once in a while is mainly to take care of the other party. Only Zhou Yanling who always beat people, no one dared to move a stick on him.
Today, Wu Fengrong is probably going to be the first in this world.
"Baby," Wu Fengrong picked up a stick and slid it across his face, the head of the stick was so cold that Zhou Yan listened to the chicken skin.