The police arrived 20 minutes later, and the two sides were still confronting each other.
Cheng Feichi was alone, and even though he was weak, there was no panic on his face. He showed his ID card at the request of the police, and then described what happened in an orderly manner.
"About 11:15, these four customers entered the store, and three of them lingered in front of the shelf farthest from the cash register for about seven or eight minutes, and then walked to the tobacco and alcohol counter together. This," Cheng Feichi pointed to Liu Yangfan , "Walking around the counter to look at the products, the distance from where I was standing was about half a meter, and the other two stood on the outside and talked face to face with me. During this period, it took less than two minutes. I stood behind the cash register without moving. In the end, the person on the inside made a decision and ordered two packs of soft China, then checked out and left, and returned five minutes later, saying that the watch was missing.”
Zhou Feng listened and jumped: "What did you say, boy? It means that we all joined forces to frame you?"
Liu Yangfan was speechless to his stupid speech of three hundred taels of silver here, and interjected: "To confuse the public, if it's what you said, how did you find my buddy's watch in your pocket?"
Cheng Feichi glanced at the two of them, then turned to the police again: "There are surveillance cameras in the store that can be retrieved, so you can tell if I'm lying or not."
The manager of the convenience store hurried over after the police. Facing the two policemen and the four young men who seemed to be well-known in their clothes, the middle-aged woman nodded and bowed and apologized without any explanation: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone. Well, Xiao Cheng just came here not long ago, if he offended everyone, just tell him, and I will teach him a lesson later."
Liu Yangfan exhaled the cigarette in his mouth, raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "Teach me a lesson? Do you know how much my buddy's watch costs? You just teach me a lesson?"
Zhao Yue raised the sports watch in his hand: "My grandfather's birthday gift, limited edition, even if you don't recognize the brand, you dare to steal it. Who gave him the courage, you?"
The store manager was frightened by their words, he recovered and said immediately: "Xiao Cheng is not this kind of person, there must be a misunderstanding."
At this time, the surveillance video was called out. There was only one camera that took pictures of the cash register, facing the side of the alcohol and tobacco counter. According to the time in the lower left corner, the four teenagers indeed walked into the convenience store not long after 11 o'clock and disappeared from the camera for less than ten minutes. Three of them Just go to the counter.
The following situation is also basically consistent with Cheng Feichi's description, but this video did not play a practical role, because the angle was a bit off, and people's movements could not be seen clearly. After playing it back and forth three times, no matter how you look at it, it is a very ordinary one. shopping process.
"This person is definitely a habitual offender. Knowing that this area is a dead end for monitoring, he is not afraid of being caught if he does anything."
The victim, Zhao Yue, took the lead and convicted Cheng Feichi empty-handedly. Zhou Feng and Liu Yangfan agreed, saying that the cashier has been extremely calm since he was engaged in the delivery business. .
The three became tigers, and they spoke clearly and logically, and the police also made difficulties.
"I didn't steal anything from him, and I don't know why that watch is in my pocket." Cheng Feichi denied again, looking at Zhao Yue, "I didn't set up defenses when he approached. Looking back now, I fell into their trap at that time." .”
"You fart!" Zhou Feng's eyes widened angrily, "What are you, the rest of us have nothing to do to plot against you?"
Zhao Yue calmed down a lot, and said contemptuously: "This is not very pleasant. You and I have never met. Why should I frame you? Is it for money or for profit?"
The police also felt that it made sense, so they checked out the other two cameras in the store, touched their chin and asked Cheng Feichi, "You said that this Mr. Liu framed you, did anyone else witness it?"
Ye Qin was leaning against the door and throwing fudge into his mouth, when he heard this, he raised his head, and his eyes met Cheng Feichi's.
Just outside the door after paying the bill, the three perpetrators spoke in unison. Zhou Feng made up his mind to let him learn a lesson, since he can't beat him up, it doesn't matter what other methods are used. Being targeted by the three of them, it would be extremely difficult for Cheng Feichi to get out of such a comprehensive plan. Before returning to the convenience store, Ye Qin had expected the situation that no one could explain.
Ye Qin is naturally on his friend's side, but he has other identities. He did not participate in the incident and was the only bystander in this farce.
He thought he could deal with it calmly, but when Cheng Feichi's eyes really focused on him, he still panicked for a moment.
The panic was odd, but he knew why.
Ye Qin quickly found a reason for himself. He doesn't like bullying, maybe it's because of his mother's influence, or maybe it's the instinct to sympathize with the weak. He thinks that if he sees Cheng Feichi as pitiful, with expectations and pleadings in his eyes, he will risk offending his friends. It's dangerous, maybe you can help him.
It's a pity that Cheng Feichi's eyes were not timid, calm enough to be a bit sharp, like a sharp knife, cutting through the diaphragm, and piercing the twisted thoughts hidden in Ye Qin's heart that are not humane, fleeing here and there, with nowhere to hide .
"He saw it." Cheng Feichi said, "At that time he was standing right in front of me, behind these two."
The fudge in his mouth stuck to his teeth because he bit too hard, Ye Qin looked away, trying to pretend he couldn't see the figure standing upright.
"I was thinking about something else at the time, so I didn't see clearly." He bit his mouth and finally fudge popped out. Not only was it not sweet, but it was also a little sour, so sour that he couldn't speak clearly, "I'm sorry, I can't help you. .”
The second half of the night is carnival time for teenagers.
Zhou Feng was extremely excited today because of his revenge. He dropped the controller and continued to drink after just two rounds of the game. He took Ye Qin to drink with him.
Ye Qin took a sip in appreciation of his face, frowned into a Sichuan character, then pushed his arm away, collapsed on the sofa and continued to eat fudge.
Zhou Feng raised his head and gulped down the rest of the beer, threw the can and sighed: "We should follow to the police station, watch the police interrogate him, and take a photo and send it to Yiran."
Zhao Yue laughed at him too much, saying that the man looked very proud, and he must be very angry after suffering such a big loss.
"It's thanks to him that he can figure it out to ask Aqin to testify." Liu Yangfan was also full of sarcasm, "At first glance, he is one of our own. Is he being silly? Why do you think Aqin will help him?"
Zhou Feng laughed loudly: "Maybe it's because of Aqin's soft face and thought he was easy to talk to."
"That's right, Aqin is tender, with big eyes and a small mouth, and a small face that is white and pink, not to mention how innocent he looks, if we don't tell, who would know that he is the boss?"
After Liu Yangfan finished speaking, he raised his hand and pinched Ye Qin's face. Ye Qin turned his head away and threw another jelly candy into his mouth.
Several people laughed at him for being boring, and continued to drink and chat. When they were full, they picked up the handle again, Ye Qin patted Zhao Yue who was sitting on the carpet, and asked: "He...I said that person, how will the police deal with him?"
"He will be detained, and he might be stabbed in the school. He will be punished or something." Zhao Yue said lightly, "Maybe he will be fined, it depends on his life."
On the other side at the same time, the glass door of the Yulin Road Police Station opened a crack, Cheng Feichi came out from inside, looked up at the bell tower in the distance, it was 3:30 in the morning.
It was an early autumn night in the north. He was wearing only a short-sleeved T-shirt with a convenience store LOGO on his upper body, and ordinary black sweatpants on his lower body. He walked with his head buried in the empty road.
The police station was not far from the convenience store. When Cheng Feichi entered, the store manager was holding a broom and preparing to sweep the floor, preparing for the handover in two hours.
"Let me do it." Cheng Feichi stepped forward, took the broom from the manager's hand, walked to the innermost side, and cleaned it in order.
The store manager looked at him, sighed suddenly, and asked, "The police didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"
"No." Cheng Feichi said, "I heard that I am a student, so I was asked to leave after a few interrogations."
The store manager turned around to tidy up the shelves, thinking about it, he still couldn't help nagging: "How many times have I told you that the society is very chaotic, especially during night shifts, when hooligans and hooligans go out to the streets to cause trouble, let's make trouble." If you can't afford it, just hide, stay away from them, give in when it's time to let them go, and you have to fight against yourself when you are tough."
Cheng Feichi paused, and said, "I didn't mess with them."
"I know you haven't caused trouble, what kind of person are you, can auntie not know?" The store manager turned back to face him, "But there are people in this world who like to make trouble, and if you don't mess with them, they still don't like you. You You have to learn to protect yourself, put away your hard bones, not for others, but for yourself. Think about it, if today’s incident really becomes a big deal, will you still be able to study? It’s already very difficult to transfer from the High School Attached to Normal University You are wronged, how disappointed your mother must be if you really got stabbed in the school?"
Cheng Feichi pursed his lips and said nothing.
After tidying up the store, before leaving, the store manager's aunt took a few steamed buns and two packs of soy milk from the cooked food incubator, bagged them and handed them to Cheng Feichi.
The store manager chased him to the door and stuffed the food into his arms without any explanation: "Take it, no one bought it all day, and it will be expired later, right? You have to go to class later? You have to eat breakfast. "
Cheng Feichi put the book under his arm, took the plastic bag with both hands, and said "thank you".
The store manager's aunt took out another two hundred yuan from her pocket: "This is the night shift salary for these few days."
Cheng Feichi looked down at the red note in her hand, knowing that it was for him not to use it in the future.
The store manager's aunt looked embarrassed, and said tactfully: "Auntie didn't think carefully before, you are still a child, and the late shift is too dangerous. You should listen to your mother and study hard. Earning money is something adults should worry about."
Cheng Feichi remained silent, and did not speak if he did not accept the money, as if he was thinking about how to save this hard-won job opportunity.
The wind was strong in the morning, so the store manager's aunt couldn't wait any longer, she patted him on the back and urged him to go back quickly: "You child... well, if there is any suitable position for you in the future, Auntie will let you know as soon as possible. OK?"
Only then did Cheng Feichi say "yes", took the money and put it in his pocket, and thanked the store manager again.
When I got home, it was just dawn, and the curtains were drawn in the room, only a little morning light leaked from the gaps.
Cheng Feichi walked into the kitchen lightly, took a plate and put the buns away. There was a sound behind him, and the door of the master bedroom opened.
"Why are you back so late?" Cheng Xin's voice was weak, she put on some clothes, and walked towards the kitchen with the dining table, "Didn't you say you can leave at two or three o'clock?"
Cheng Feichi put away his things, and went back to help his mother: "A batch of goods came temporarily, and I helped Aunt Feng unload them."
Cheng Xin sat on the dining chair with the support of his son, nodded and said: "It should be, your Auntie Feng has helped our family a lot."
The house was less than sixty square meters small and cramped, and the restaurant was only three or four meters away from the kitchen. When Cheng Feichi went back to the kitchen to warm up steamed buns, Cheng Xin saw a book by the stove and asked, "What book is that?"
"Books about the Olympiad." Cheng Feichi replied, "The teacher said that this year's college entrance examination has started to be reformed, and the additional questions may be selected from it, so I just flipped through it."
With his back facing the kitchen door, Cheng Xin couldn't see his expression, but after all, she had been a teacher for ten years, and she could still detect the loopholes in his son's words.
How could she not know that the top three in the Olympic Mathematics Contest will receive a considerable amount of prize money.
The mother and son sat at the table and had breakfast. Cheng Xin put the meat buns into his son's bowl, and said, "Second year of high school is getting busy, don't go out to work anymore, I can afford the money for your education."
Maybe it's because of being a teacher for a long time, Cheng Xin's speech has always been upright and serious without any emotion, and the whole person is sick and lifeless, even if he speaks words of relief, it still gives people an inexplicable invisible pressure.
Cheng Feichi ate the steamed stuffed bun, stood up to pack the bowls and chopsticks after eating, looked up to see the shoebox on the drawer in the entrance hall and the prominent logo printed on it, and immediately asked, "He's here again?"
Cheng Xin sat and piled the bowls together, and said calmly: "Well, the shoes are bought for you, you can dispose of them yourself."
Half an hour later, Cheng Feichi came out of the corridor with a garbage bag and a shoe box, turned to the garbage can, and threw everything in his hands into it.
The sun has just risen, and the morning mist has not dissipated. There was an old man doing Tai Chi in the open space downstairs. When he saw Cheng Feichi, he stopped his moves and called him, "Isn't it cold for Xiaochi to wake up so early and dress so lightly?"
Cheng Feichi's mood was not brightened by the appearance of the sun, he squeezed out a polite smile: "Good morning, Grandpa Li, I'm not cold."
Grandpa Li looked at the young man, and thought of his grandson who was also in middle school, and he was afraid that he was still lying on the bed and refused to get up.
"Are you going to help a restaurant again today? Don't go, it's a rare weekend, sleep well or go out with your classmates, I'll help you tell Da Li in the store."
"Hey, thank you Grandpa Li."
Cheng Feichi agreed, just to shorten the time for chatting and gossiping. Back in his bedroom, he changed out of the T-shirt from the convenience store, put on a coat, and went out again.
His life is fast-paced, and he spends almost all of his free time on the road during the day. In the past, he would calculate the salary he can get this month on the road, and occasionally pay attention to the job advertisements of roadside shops to see if there is a job that is more suitable for him. The No. 6 Middle School is very strict about students working off-campus, and the job in the small supermarket in front of the school will not last long.
However, today was different. He was walking and suddenly started to run faster. After running along the empty and narrow sidewalk for more than two kilometers, my mind was still in a state of confusion, mocking faces kept appearing in front of my eyes, and playful laughter echoed endlessly in my ears.
He stopped, panting heavily with his hands on his knees, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, as if mocking himself.
Yes, what reason do others have to help him
There are so many unreasonable malice in the world, and the only one who can save him is himself.
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