The path in front of the Xingzhimeng store has been in disrepair for a long time. There is a piece of floor tiles missing, revealing the soil underneath. There has been a lot of rain recently. If you don’t pay attention, if you step on it, you will have to get muddy from the soles of your shoes.
Gan Qing saw that, in addition to the dry mud handprints on the stone steps, there was a footprint in the mud—not the soles of the feet, but the heels, which were very deep.
Whether it is the strength of the footprint or the angle at which the soil is turned upside down, it is not like a passer-by crushing the ground with their heels, but it is like someone being dragged to the ground and being dragged away. from. Gan Qing's eyes turned to the mud handprints on the stone steps - the person who was dragged away might find it useless to struggle, so he subconsciously reached out and grabbed the things next to him. Left handprints.
Looking closely, the finger prints on the stone steps seem to be stained with a little blood.
Gan Qing lowered her head and fumbled for a while, and found a button in the corner of the wall with a thread wrapped around it, as if it had been pulled down violently.
"Uncle Meng," Gan Qing turned to Meng Tianyi who was preparing the ingredients next door and said, "What time did you collect last night?"
"Yesterday, it was early. The temperature has cooled in the past two days. There are fewer guests," Meng Tianyi said. "It's not even ten o'clock."
Gan Qing asked again, "Did anyone fight here yesterday?"
"No, it's been a peaceful day. What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing." Gan Qing went around the footprints and fingerprints on the ground, suspecting that he was paranoid—or maybe some drunk fell over here, and the flat dog was unable to stand up for a long time.
She opened the door and reached out to turn over the "resting" wooden sign at the door, but as soon as she touched it, the wooden sign fell off and split into two pieces.
Meng Tianyi heard the movement and came over, picked up the cracked wooden sign and glanced at it, then frowned: "Hands-split—what does this mean? Kick the hall? Or is someone bothering you?"
Gan Qing was inexplicable: "Kick... the pavilion of the small jewelry store? Do you think it will be done by the grocery store next door?"
"Fuck you, there's no formality." Meng Tianyi didn't smile, his face sank, and he stared at her, "Have you been with someone recently?"
"How is that possible? If I ran into Jie Dao on the street, if I didn't have cash on me, I would take the initiative to transfer money to my mobile phone. Grandma Zhang recited Buddha every day when she saw me," Gan Qing reluctantly spread her hands and took the wooden sign that was divided into two. , worried about how this thing sticks up, "Which hero drinks too much and punches? Trouble with me - you see me like this, what sense of accomplishment can you feel when you trouble me?"
Meng Tianyi glanced at her and thought that was the case.
The two pondered for a while at a loss, but they had no idea, so they had to work on their own. At this moment, several policemen hurriedly walked over, holding up a photo to question everyone, followed by Yu Lanchuan.
Meng Tianyi raised his head: "Hey, Xiao Yu, Officer Yu?"
Yu Yan took off his hat, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and ran over panting: "Boss Meng, it's great that you are here."
"What happened again?"
"Don't mention it, it's the unlucky kid last time." Yu Yan said, taking out a photo of Liu Zhongqi, "Just this kid, he got angry with his family yesterday and ran away from home. The location of his mobile phone is around here, have you seen him? ?"
Meng Tianyi leaned over, took a careful look, and shook his head: "No, Yansheng, wait for me to ask you - Rod!"
Gan Qing was stuffing contact lenses into her eyes, and accidentally lost an eyelash inside. The foreign body sensation stimulated her tears. She heard Boss Meng call her, and stuck her head out with tears in her eyes: "Huh?"
She hadn't had time to put on that non-mainstream makeup, her lips were very pale, her face was very white, and a little blood was condensed around her eyes, which was very conspicuous on the plain white background, reminiscent of flowers that unexpectedly bloomed in the snow.
For some reason, Yu Lanchuan's eyes met hers, and he subconsciously looked away.
"Please take a look at this child," Yu Yan hurriedly handed over the photo, "Do you have any impressions?"
Gan Qing watched for a long time: "This is not that..."
Yu Yan: "Yes, yes, it's the one who was touched by someone here last time. You even helped call the police, called Liu Zhongqi! Have you seen him nearby?"
Gan Qing shook his head.
Yu sighed heavily.
Just when he turned around to find the next person to ask, Gan Qing suddenly stopped him hesitantly: "What did you say his name was?"
"Liu Zhongqi, the 'Zhong' of Bo Zhongshuji, Qi is..."
Gan Qing took out her mobile phone and found the newly added "Is it Zhong or Qi": "Is it these two words?"
There is no surveillance in the back alley of the mud pond, and we can only judge from the WeChat chat records. Liu Zhongqi's child came here at about 10:30 the night before. There are several ominous traces and a button at the door of the store - Yu Lanchuan, this brother who does not know what to do , After watching for five minutes, I can't be sure if the button is his brother's.
If it is said that it is still impossible to conclude that the child did not leave voluntarily, the mobile phone they found in the trash can an hour later can explain the problem.
The phone was violently smashed to the ground, the screen was cracked, and the fuselage was broken.
The alarm escalated, and the teenager ran away from home in a fit of anger, turning into a kidnapping case.
So everyone didn't have to open the store, and the dishes didn't have to be cooked. The area at the entrance of Xingzhimeng was circled, and a large group of policemen rushed in and out.
Gan Qing handed over the chat record to the police, and was questioned. After the questioning, she had nothing to do here, so she said goodbye to Boss Meng, and was about to go home. When she walked to the small intersection, she saw Yu Lanchuan fighting. Telephone.
The first impression Yu Lanchuan left on her was that of the open-hearted virtue that day, her eyelids drooping and pulling like twenty-five-eight thousand, as if there were a row of cameras behind her, waiting to capture a hard photo of him scratching his head.
A bright young man.
But "Young Master" is polite and self-restrained on the phone, in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle around, Gan Qing heard him say: "...I'm really sorry, I really have something to do at home right now, I can't leave..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the person on the phone. Gan Qing was a few steps away when he saw Yu Lanchuan irritably taking off his glasses and throwing them on the roof of the police car. Knocked people, but still spoke politely and calmly, as if his mouth was detached from his body, and he came out to do it alone: "I understand... Yes, I understand, do you think this is good, wait for me to return to the company, and guarantee the first time... "
On the other end of the phone, he started barking endlessly.
Yu Lanchuan fell silent, raised his head expressionlessly, and squinted at the scorching sunny sky.
When he listened to the other party's words word for word, he took a deep breath: "... Well, I'll contact someone from my department to deal with it, you wait a moment."
Then, he started to make phone calls, remotely control the department, instruct his subordinates to work, let this person revise the materials, and let that person go to the meeting for him. Gan Qing saw him leaning on the police car, half-closed his eyes, and told his colleagues the key points of the meeting. , fingers have been kneading glasses legs.
After the long talk, Yu Lanchuan's mouth was dry, and he recalled it again to confirm that he had not missed it, and then said to his colleague: "Okay, that's all, it's hard work, you go."
The colleague asked politely, "Mr. Yu, what's wrong at home? Are you okay?"
Yu Lanchuan: "I..."
My brother is missing and suspected of being kidnapped.
With a crisp "pop", Yu Lanchuan couldn't control his strength and broke the temple of his glasses.
"...It's not a big deal," so he swallowed the sentence again, "I'll go back to the company after I've dealt with it, and keep in touch at any time."
There's nothing to say, let alone losing a second brother in middle school, even if my mother died, what can I do
Colleagues would say "sorrows" without any pain or itching, and sweet-mouthed, at most politely say "if you have something to say". As soon as he was in his heart, he had to make a murmur—how could his family get more busy when he was busy? My boss is dead, do we have to say something? Alas, red and white things are always at the end of the month, and there is no shortage of things to come.
The whole world is spinning at a high speed, and everyone is struggling to survive.
Other people's natural and man-made disasters, birth, old age, sickness and death are all uninvited guests that add to the chaos.
Yu Lanchuan put down the phone, found Gan Qing a few steps away, and nodded at her: "Trouble."
For some reason, Gan Qing blurted out on impulse, "You can ask Uncle Yang for help."
Yu Lanchuan looked at her in surprise.
Yu Lanchuan only remembered after her reminder. It is said that before liberation, Uncle Yang, who never left his hand, was the leader of the Beggar Gang. Later, the society changed, and those gangs were not popular. The big guys should also look for jobs and retire. Nowadays, the old people in the beggar gang usually only leave a few patches on their clothes, which is considered a tradition. They usually live an ordinary life. Interrogate and mediate when there is a conflict over the division of the site.
But with this pervasive network of relationships, their news is very well-informed.
The question is, how did she know
As soon as Gan Qing's words came out, she regretted that she almost bit her tongue, smiled quickly, smeared oil on her feet, and slipped away.
Getting into the small alley of the mud pond, Gan Qing's footsteps suddenly stopped, and she remembered the bald head who followed her in this area that day - no wonder she didn't think of it at the first time, it was almost a month after the incident. Busy with living, full of rent, these trivial details are not taken into consideration.
She dug out the two half wooden signs from her bag and thought, "Won't it really come at me?"
The bald head she was talking about was holding the big head of the hangover, squatting in the corner, like a big mushroom with foam.
His accomplice, Scar, turned around like a donkey, and sighed. At this time, the lame man ran in with one foot and one foot. Before he could catch his breath, he saw Liu Zhongqi tied up in a ball at the corner of the wall, and almost smashed his other foot.
The lame smoked from the seven orifices, strode up in front of the bald head, raised his slap, and slapped his face: "Are you crazy! Did you drink fake wine yesterday! Did you piss your brain out!"
Bald head hugged his head and ran away: "Second senior brother, hey, senior brother don't fight, I was wrong..."
"My wife is so old. She waits for the big brother in the hospital all day long. She's so tired that she can't straighten her waist. It's useless for you to fuck it. If you go out to drink and make trouble, I'll beat you to death!"
After the group of them was cleaned out of the rental house, they came to an urban village to settle down.
This urban village had long ago said that it would be demolished, and several households with nails were sitting on the ground to raise the price, but the compensation has not been negotiated, and they are still hanging around. The other households who received compensation have already moved almost. Seeing that the place cannot be demolished for a while, they secretly collected money and rented the dilapidated bungalow to outsiders.
The bald head is addicted to alcohol, so when he went back to block Gan Qing, he drank alcohol. He was watched by his brother and sister a while ago, and he was still restrained. Last night, those two were not there. After drinking a lot of alcohol, the more I think about it, the more I feel like I was useless in the back alley of the mud pond last time.
Jiuzhuang was a coward, and his bald head threw the words the old lady had told him over a thousand miles. He kicked the restaurant drunkenly, but he was completely empty—the store closed early.
The bald head was so aggrieved that he smashed the wooden sign hanging on the door of the store, and when he was about to smash the glass, he heard someone say, "What are you doing, I'll call the police!"
The upright student Liu Zhongqi obviously did not learn the lesson of the last time, and did not learn to "don't care about your business, be careful with your life", so he would become an angry zongzi, tying people up, gagging his mouth and throwing it in the corner, trying to use his eyes" Tutu" kill these big garbage.