"You didn't call the police? Does Mr. Zhao have any friends here who know where he is?"
"No, that's not the case. He was originally a garbage picker and ran around. It's not surprising that he suddenly ran away from us. Even if we call the police, we can't find him."
"Where are my friends?"
"I haven't seen anyone familiar with him."
"So, where does the scrap he collects go?"
"We don't know that either."
On January 17, 2002, the situation of Zhao Xiaowei was investigated. audio file.
… rustle…
"...Oh, the scrap collector. He hasn't been here for a long time."
"Do you know his contact information?"
"What contact information can he have?"
…
"... You know, I was there, I lived there, I cleaned the trash cans and collected the garbage."
"Do you know his contact information?"
"Ah? We want to sell scraps, so we just need to call him... Is he gone? The person who collects scraps has been replaced for a while."
"Have you ever heard him say anything strange before?"
"Who are you? Has he committed a crime?"
"No, I just want to ask him about something."
"Oh... I don't know what. I just called him when our family was selling scraps, but I never talked to him..."
…
"... I only asked him about those empty bottles. He worked very hard here. It seems that a waste recycling station here lowered the price. Maybe he just moved it."
"Do you know where the recycling station is?"
"I don't know, I haven't asked."
… rustle…
"Mr. Zhang?"
"Hey, you want to sell scraps? Just tell me the address and I'll go there in the afternoon..."
"You misunderstood. We are not residents here, nor do we want to sell scraps. We have some questions to ask you about the scrap recycling station here."
"what?"
"That's right, we are looking for Mr. Zhao Xiaowei, who lived here before you and was responsible for waste recycling in this community. He should sell the waste he received to the recycling station like you, right?"
"Oh, that Zhao Xiaowei."
"You know him?"
"Well… "
"Please rest assured that we have nothing to do with the community here. We have some private matters to see Mr. Zhao Xiaowei."
"Well... If you want to find him, you have to go to his hometown."
"He went back to his hometown?"
"Probably going back to his hometown. When I met him, he said he wanted to go back to his hometown, as if he was evading a debt."
"Can you tell me what happened in detail?"
"That's what I just said. That's all I know."
"Mr. Zhang, please excuse me."
"Ahem! You guys, why don't you come in. The place is small, you can sit wherever you like."
"Thanks."
…
"Can you tell me the details of this matter now?"
"Including your relationship with Zhao Xiaowei."
"Let's talk about this... I am actually from the same hometown as Zhao Xiaowei, and I also came here to work, but before that, I worked at a construction site and drove a truck. Xiaoweiwei collects waste here, but the recycling bin here is not a thing, and the price is getting higher and higher. The lower the pressure, there will be no profit after only one year. Then, when we put it together, Xiao Viagra collected the things and I drove them to a recycling station farther away. They were all fine, and they were shipped two or three times. , he has less stuff here. I just told him, if he doesn’t have much stuff, don’t ask me to come, otherwise the price will not be enough for one trip. Our boss asked us to transport that kind of construction waste, and it’s all in one truck The truck is overloaded, otherwise it won't work and we won't make any money. I also asked him to collect a little more, and he can also collect some from other waste collectors. He just... He just didn't seem to be thinking about it in those days. Above, he didn't listen to anything I told him. Then one day, he suddenly told me that he was done with it and was going back to his hometown. I thought he was in debt. "
"It seems you haven't told the neighborhood committee here about this matter."
"What's there to say? People don't care about people like us. Little Viagra ran away, and they just thought it was troublesome. I have nothing to say to them!"
"Have Mr. Zhao contacted you since he returned to his hometown?"
"No, I haven't been in touch. It's expensive to call because it's long distance."
"How did you two contact each other before?"
"Call. He called my old dormitory. There is a landline there. He either borrowed a phone here or used the public phone over there."
"Phone box?"
"Maybe so. He didn't pack anything when he ran away, and he had two phone cards."
"Do you have his home phone number?"
"No. In our small place, we only have public telephones."
"Can you copy it to us?"
"You... aren't you Little Viagra's creditors?"
"No, we have other things to contact him about."
"Oh, that's okay."
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On January 18, 2002, it was investigated that the telephone company had installed three public telephone booths in the Changde South Road area. They were all pillar-type public telephones and there were no public telephone booths.
On January 18, 2002, contacted Zhao Xiaowei. phone recording.
"Hello."
"Hello, ah, hello. Who are you?"
"We are newspaper reporters. We have something to contact Mr. Zhao Xiaowei here."
"Ah... Xiaowei, that old boy from the Zhao family!"
"It should be him. Could you please ask him to answer the phone?"
"He's dead."
"died?"
"Yes, I fell into a ditch last year and drowned."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"ah?"
"How did he fall into the ditch and drown?"
"Here, I don't know about that either. It was in the middle of the night, on a dark day, and he ran out and died... He was only found in the morning. Maybe he was drunk."
"Did he behave strangely before the accident?"
"Everything is weird! He ran back without saying a word. After he ran back, he didn't see anyone and always hid in the house. His father beat him and he didn't change it. Well, reporter, Comrade journalists, did he commit anything in the city?"
"No, we have other matters to look for him. Don't the people in the village, including his parents, know what happened to him?"
"yes."
"Thank you."
On January 20, 2002, I received a call from the client. phone recording.
"Hello, Mr. Lin."
"Hello, hello, um, my wife, my wife seems to be more..."
"Is your wife having any new problems?"
"Yes. My mother-in-law is worried. Can you guys come and take a look?"
"OK."
On January 20, 2002, he went to the client’s residence. audio file.
"excuse me."
"Hey, come in quickly, she's... on the phone."
"Telephone call? It's with..."
Da da da…
"I know, grandma, don't worry, I know, um... wu... um, I know, I will..."
"Qinqin..."
"Hey, look at what to do with this!"
"Mrs. Lin."
"Okay, I remember. Wu... I know, I know... Wuwu..."
"Mrs. Lin!"
"Grandma, I, I really...ah!"
Toot toot…
"What are you doing! Who are you?"