No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 25

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"The man in the yard who was tied into a zongzi is still alive, with two dislocated joints. Other than that, there is no serious injury. He was completely fainted from fright. By the way, in addition to his neck, there are seven other red lines on his body, all of which are very scary. The thin bloodstains, I don't know what it is, the wounds are very shallow, just to the extent that the oily skin just broke, and a little blood seeps out." Yu Yan said, shuddering, "The one on the neck is with the suspect. The red lines drawn on Nie Ke's neck are exactly the same, and the red lines on his body are almost completely symmetrical. From a distance, this person seems to have been cut into several pieces. Lan Ye, where did you get this plug-in? human."

Before Yu Lanchuan could figure out how to take the blame, Officer Yu was excluded from the "suspect team", so he gave him a gloomy look: "Can't it be me?"

"You?" Yu Yan's eyes widened in shock, "Four...five people! Stop making trouble, you are old, you are like a cat with a terminal illness, you have been fighting since you were a child, you sue the teacher, watch it at the age of seven Old, impossible."

Yu Lanchuan: "…"

Yu Yan looked down: "You don't know, or can't you tell?"

Yu Lanchuan: "Is there a difference?"

"If you just can't tell, it means that you know him. I believe that your character and degree of cherishing your life will not associate with a perverted murderer," Yu Yan said, "If you don't know, then the one who appeared in our area today. This person, but a little bit makes us sleepless."

Yu Lanchuan paused and waved at him: "Today's matter, even if I am brave, when my brother passed by here last week, he saw Xiang Xiaoman talking to one of them, so I came here to try my luck. "

"Okay, Alliance Leader, you promise, I'm relieved." Yu Yan understood what he meant, and then sighed, "These people are a bit desperados, they have all been professionally trained and can climb stairs with bare hands. With so many controlled weapons, he was dealt with by a single person with his bare hands, and he was still stuck without casualties—Lan Ye, are there really masters in the world?”

Yu Lanchuan said: "Rare and strange."

"No," Yu Yan said, "For example, you, no matter which school you belong to, your main business is still studying and working. If practicing swordsmanship and boxing had delayed you from completing your graduation, you would have stopped practicing. Because this is not a craft that can be eaten. Unless you become a combat athlete, the competition in society is so fierce, who has the time to spend so much energy on this?"

It is said that the main business of the ancient heroes is "going chivalry and fighting for righteousness", but this business has no future, because collecting protection fees is a banned underworld behavior. It is obviously uneconomical to indulge in martial arts. On the contrary, those theft gangs and violent criminals, all day long, do nothing serious, professionally sabotage, and they will tirelessly improve their business level, and they really have a lot of work in their hands.

What about Gan Qing

Yu Lanchuan was taken aback.

Drawing dismemberment pictures on people is definitely not the way of combat athletes. Where did her kung fu come from? What did you do before, why would you hang around in a small jewelry store

Of course, this is just Yu Lanchuan's prejudice as a "scholar" and "elite"—they, with "plans" and "forms" as the cornerstones of their souls, all have clear career development plans and disciplined self-management. In their view, those who are unemployed, who work for others everywhere, and who have no judgment about the future, are all "funs."

In fact, Gan Qing didn't mix. As a goddess, she still worked very hard to fool customers into buying things.

Gan Qing unknowingly threw the "Wanmuchun" wooden sign, causing the leader of the alliance to take the blame. He changed his clothes like no one else, and went to work. The explanation to Boss Meng was that he went out to stock up. In the evening, she sewed the open belt by herself, cut and cut the unsaved coat very ingeniously, and changed the bag. The next day, life and work returned to normal, and nothing happened. I was looking forward to heating and wages.

Seeing that it's getting colder day by day, small accessories made of metal and stone are not easy to sell. She has prepared a batch of constellation scarves, gloves and transfer bags early, and the sales have increased instead of falling. In fact, it is a small embroidered cloth bag. The purchase price is two yuan and five yuan. There is a colorful paper talisman in it. She paints it casually with crayons and sells it for twenty yuan a piece. Anyway, it is just like the koi on Weibo. , Faith is Spirit.

Her basic salary is 1,500 a month, and the rest is based on sales. The commission in November is higher than her salary. She transferred the rent to the landlord, Ms. Zhang Meizhen, and there is still 3,000 left.

"I'm rich!" Gan Qing sent a red envelope of fifty yuan to Boss Meng and returned his money, "Uncle Meng, I won't be here for you today!"

"Then where are you going to eat? You're spending money again! When will you be able to live a good life!" Meng Tianyi sighed and came out, "As soon as the salary is paid, it will be spent blindly, and if you have some money to burn you, you can't find Bei! So poor to beg—hey, I told you to find a place to pay for social security, have you paid it?"

Gan Qing stretched his lazy waist and said perfunctory: "Next month, wait for me to save some money, or I will be too tight."

"Last month dragged this month, this month dragged the next month! You're greedy and lazy! When are you in a hurry!"

Gan Qing listened with one ear and heard another, and prepared to slip away under her feet.

Boss Meng stopped her and took out a large bag of old books from the store: "Wait a minute, one of my brother's children just finished the self-examination, and I want his books back. Take it back and take a good look at it. Young, remember to take the test yourself."

Gan Qing took it over, sinking his hands down, not wanting to disappoint Boss Meng's kindness, so he had to hold his nose and carry it away.

Meng Tianyi: "You can have some snacks!"

Gan Qing was carrying the book and waved at him as if she had no bones.

She left the back alley of the mud pond, got on a bus, took out the book from her bag, flipped through it twice, and stuffed it back with no interest. Boss Meng, a friend, may not have passed the test herself, but had turned over the previous pages. The traces, the back is cleaner than the face.

The "greedy and lazy" Gan Qing didn't find a place to eat a big meal. She didn't even have a meal. She sat at the terminal of the bus and got off to buy rice, noodles, meat and a bucket of oil. After a long walk, Came to an old neighborhood in the suburbs.

These things weighed dozens of kilograms, plus the large schoolbag given by Boss Meng. When she walked to the gate of the community, Gan Qing was already out of breath. She was sweating in the cold wind. Putting down the heavy object, he sighed in the palm of his hand with no blood circulation, and ate a piece of chocolate.

Every morning and evening peak, when I see people on the ground and underground, I feel that the population of Yanning is about to explode, but there are so many secluded places here, walking at night, not even a wild cat can be seen, it is desolate and silent, and occasionally people After passing, but also startled each other.

Someone flashed a flashlight not far away, Gan Qing raised her head, and after a while, some sluggish footsteps sounded, a shriveled and thin old lady came out, and when she saw Gan Qing, she said cautiously: "Come, come huh?"

Gan Qing gave a "hmm" and leaned over to pick up the things: "Didn't you say last time that there was no oil at home?"

The old lady saw that she was carrying so many things and tried to come forward to help. Gan Qing raised her hand to avoid her and said coldly, "No need."

The old lady was not very agile, she followed her with difficulty, smiled, and clumsily tried to find a topic, but she did not know how to chat, and all she said were dry and stupid things. Ignoring what she meant, she shut her mouth embarrassingly.

The old lady's house was on the first floor, cramped and cramped. The room was dark, probably to save electricity. When guests came, the lights were turned on in a hurry. A bleak color came out. There was a "tick-tock" sound of water in the kitchen and bathroom. The faucet dripped down thinly, followed by a plastic bucket at the bottom. This way, the water meter does not read, and it can save water bills, but the sound makes people feel upset.

In the hallway was a broken wooden dining table, one leg was shortened, and it was padded with broken wood. On the table was a thermos, a row of small medicine bottles, a bowl of half-eaten vegetable porridge and a small plate of pickled radishes.

"Make some food for yourself." The old lady said cautiously, "You... have you eaten? Come to a bowl of porridge?"

Gan Qing glanced at the kitchen, and there were still a few wilted vegetable leaves on the chopping board: "Is it picked up from the vegetable market?"

The old lady whispered "um".

Gan Qing took out a dozen cash from his pocket and handed it over: "I don't have any money, so what?"

The old lady took the money, but there was no joy on her face: "I'm shameless when I live, it's useless, I can't do anything, and I always take medicine... Every morning I wake up, thinking why I'm not dead, sitting all day, There's not even a single person to talk to, I..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and wiped away her tears: "How can I keep asking you for money, you are not my daughter... If my daughter was alive, I wouldn't be like this, my poor child... "

Gan Qing sneered and interrupted her: "If your daughter didn't have a mother, she wouldn't have died so early."

After hearing this, the old lady burst into tears: "I hurt her, and I dragged her down! But I'm also for her good... A man earns money to support his family, suffers hardships outside, and has a bad temper when he comes back, it's nothing to spread fire, little couple When she was young, she was noisy, and it was normal to do it occasionally... Whose life is not like this? Just bear with it, if she gets divorced, where else can she find a partner? She doesn't have a job, what to eat? Our mother How do you two live... Who knows her temper... How can you go to a dead end? I can't think of it... "

A blue vein burst out on the back of Gan Qing's hand.

But some people live in the same world and look like individuals, but they don't know what's in their minds. Normal people never know what they're thinking and can never communicate with them.

It was not convenient for her to beat up a trembling old lady, and she was too lazy to say anything. She looked up at the black-and-white photo hanging on the wall—the photo was of a young girl, smiling at her with a hint of tender melancholy in her eyes.

"If it wasn't for your favor," Gan Qing thought blankly, then turned and walked away, "I won't come to see you fucking mother."

She walked back through the night, got off at the intersection, and saw Yan Hao at the entrance of the laundry squatting at the intersection to feed stray cats.

Yan Hao was talking to the cat in a low voice, and when he saw someone approaching, he closed his mouth again, tightening his back as if he had done something wrong, and he was greatly relieved when she walked away.

The police had no actual evidence to prove that he was related to the theft, and the fact that he posted a note outside Yu Lanchuan's window caused residents to riot, but in general, he couldn't be blamed, so the "Public Security Administration Punishment Regulations" decided to let him go. Putting him back was a scratch on the edge of breaking the law.

But the fact that he was taken away by the police wearing strange clothes has already spread in the neighborhood. Rumors have wings and can go a long way. At the beginning, some people said that he stole things. It was passed on, and somehow, "stealing underwear" became "molesting women".

Soon, everyone knew that the abnormal-looking clerk in the laundry shop was a pervert, and even Boss Jiang's business was a lot colder. Yan Hao, who was always afraid of people, shrank deeper into the shell. In his world, only the lonely Ling Li and the stray cat were left.

Another hot topic nearby was the attempted murder of Xiang Xiaoman's husband. The case of Xiang Xiaoman and the mysterious criminal group is no longer under the control of the police station, and has been handed over to the higher authorities.

However, it is said that Nie Ke is magnanimous, and for the sake of the child, he does not want to compare himself with a mentally ill person. I heard that mental illness does not need to bear criminal responsibility. If it is verified, she will probably spend the rest of her life in a mental hospital... As for why she murdered her husband, who knows

She couldn't even speak.

A lunatic, do you still need a reason

Yanning's busy traffic gradually thinned out, and the whole city was filled with people who were speechless.

Gan Qing didn't eat dinner, and her stomach was very cold. She was very afraid of the cold. She felt uncomfortable every winter. Fortunately, there was heating at home, so she got into the corridor of No. 110 courtyard in three steps. , let out a shaky breath.

"Come back so late?" The voice-activated light in the elevator came on.

Gan Qing looked up and found that it was Yu Lanchuan who was waiting for the elevator.

Yu Lanchuan looked like a business elite, and nodded at her unsmilingly: "It's been a week, have you been paid yet?"

Gan Qing: "..."

Frozen wood, did not keep up with the topic.

Yu Lanchuan then hit a straight ball: "You still owe me a meal."