"They give me something to print, and I just print it. I really don't know it's illegal! Hey, comrade police, I'm really wronged. I won't dare next time, okay?"
In the interrogation room of the County Public Security Bureau, there are three criminal police officers and two clerks, complete with audio and video recording equipment, and the huge police badge is hung on the white wall. The owner of a print shop with a round head and big ears has probably never seen such a big battle in his life. He shrank back on the wooden chair and shivered, crying with snot and tears: "You said that we are a small business, we have no knowledge or knowledge? Culture without technology and legal illiteracy, how easy is it to earn two dollars? Wife has to do beauty treatments, children have to pay high prices, elderly people have to hire nurses, the state has also called on us to have a second child, maternity check-ups, milk powder, early childhood education, kindergartens, and babysitters when you see a doctor. Tutoring classes…”
Wu Yu leaned back against the single-sided glass outside the interrogation room, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and rubbed his eyebrows with the other: "I knew he was so easy to interrogate, why did we make a special trip here."
Bu Chonghua said lightly, "Didn't you take the initiative to follow me?"
Wu Yu glanced at him, his face seemed a little annoyed, Bu Chonghua didn't need to look to know what this kid was thinking - "But how do I know that the Ninghe specialty fish tofu that Cai Lin said is actually not delicious?"
"Bu Detachment, almost all the transcripts have come out." The county public security bureau police pushed out the door and handed Bu Chonghua a pile of hastily printed materials: "According to the suspect's account, he has only printed this kind of book once in total. The print volume was about 1890, and the other party said that because the number of prints was not enough for the printing factory to open the mold, they came to him to print it. , so he gave up before we could talk about it, and he forgot exactly when..."
"The other party once brought a little girl to his store?" Bu Chonghua was flipping through the transcript when he suddenly stopped.
"Yes, what the suspect means is that the other party once hinted that the little girl would accompany him to sleep to cover the cost of this printing." The policeman said with a complicated expression: "However... he sternly refused."
"—I said, do they think I am stupid, that little girl has no chest and no butt, how much does the next-door health care spend a night?!... Yes, yes, I know that little girl is fresh, but I don't I like that! I just like the old women next door who apply grease, powder and perfume, shake their breasts and shake their thighs! And I'm just law-blind and not really stupid, that little girl looks like bean sprouts, maybe she's fourteen years old or not , if something happens, won't I spend the rest of my life in jail?!…”
Bu Chonghua called up the photos of Nian Xiaoping and Gao Ling in the album on his mobile phone and handed them to the police, who knowingly handed them over to the clerk, motioning for the suspect to identify him, but after a while he saw the owner of the printing shop in the interrogation room shaking vigorously. He started: "No, neither of these two, the one I saw was a little younger than the two of them—here, the police comrades, I can't understand them at all, isn't Teacher Cang not good-looking? Isn't health care fun? What a crime to harm the little girl! Hey, police comrades, you believe me, I am not good at that, I am willing to be a tainted witness to report and expose these pests that harm the flowers of the motherland for the government!"
American police and bandit movies have caused a lot of misunderstandings to the grassroots people in our country. At least Chinese law does not have tainted witnesses. Several interrogating policemen were dumbfounded, so they hurriedly stopped him, and Bu Chonghua withdrew his gaze from the one-sided glass.
"So the other party came to visit him twice, once printed less than 200 brochures, and once gave up because the cost was not negotiated?"
"Yes, that's what the suspect explained." The police said affirmatively: "After the Zhaoyuan case came out last year, the state focused a wave of crackdowns on illegal printing factories, and those people did not dare to go to the big printing factory, Xiaoyin again. The factory may not risk taking cult-related work, so it can only turn to Kuaiyin shop to turn the pieces into a whole. The first time I found 'Kaitai Graphics' may just be a test of the water, and I think the printing effect is good, and then there will be a second time. "
"He really doesn't remember what those people look like?"
"This..." The policeman shook his head in embarrassment: "It's been more than half a year, and I remember three or four men, one of whom looked like a head. People call him 'Mr. Ba', because this surname is relatively rare, so I only remember it. up to now."
Bu Chonghua and Wu Yu looked at each other, and there was a hint of suspicion in each other's eyes.
Teacher Ba
"Hey, I really don't remember, it's all three, four, five, six, seven... seven months! I don't even remember what my wife said she said seven minutes ago, let alone a customer from seven months ago? The shop in the downtown area... What?! You said it affects the sentencing?!" The owner of the printing shop suddenly raised his voice and almost screamed: "Comrade police, I beg you, I'm really not the same as them! I have 80 old mothers. Among the eight-year-old children, there is a wife who forces me to pay public food every day! What will they do if I go in! My wife will remarry with the child!!”
The interrogator slapped the table and raised his eyebrows: "Then why don't you say it?!"
"Let's talk about it..." The owner of the print shop frowned, the 300 kilograms of meat shrank pitifully in the small wooden chair, causing the interrogation chair to make an overwhelmed squeak, "The accents of those people... are ordinary northern accents, not It's like the one in the Northeast. It's probably all tall, short, fat and thin, a group of ordinary people, and they don't have the characteristics that people can't forget when they walk on the road. It's that the teacher who takes the lead may be shorter than others, but he is not old. Big, small eyes, quite white, and gentle... By the way, eyebrows!"
The owner of the print shop clapped his hands, as if he saw the dawn of freedom from criminal punishment: "That guy has a rump on his eyebrows!"
- "The local police station visited the neighbors of the Gao family, and said that it was a man with hanging eyes, a fleshy nose, a short, fat, stout man in his twenties or thirties, and a stubble on his eyebrows was quite obvious..."
The "friend" who went back to his hometown with Gao Baokang, the man who spent 100,000 yuan to buy Nian Xiaoping Gaoling's two lives, is the same "Mr. Ba" who asked for Kaitai to print cult brochures!
The door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and Bu Chonghua walked in quickly, holding his phone in front of the print shop owner: "Have you seen this person?"
On the phone was a prison photo of Gao Baokang wearing a blue and white prison uniform. The fat boss looked at him for a moment with small, round eyes like a cockfight, and shook his head vigorously: "No, I don't remember it, I should have never seen it before."
Bu Chonghua flicked his finger, "What about this?"
The owner of the printing shop was obviously very afraid of him, his cheeks were trembling, his round face was almost sticking to the screen of his mobile phone, everyone could see that his rusty little head was turning desperately, and it took a long while to be careful. Raising his eyes to look at Bu Chonghua's face, he stammered and asked, "Reporting - reporting to the government - the government, if I am right, can I be exempt from prosecution?"
Bu Chonghua said, "I'll try it for you."
The boss immediately pointed at Li Hongxi on the screen with a mixture of sadness and joy: "I've seen it! I've seen this grandson! He brought the little bean sprouts to my store!"
"Hey, Liao Gang." Bu Chonghua dialed a number, and said succinctly and quickly: "The suspect Gao Baokang's 'friend' and Li Hongxi belong to the same number. They should be surnamed Ba and are one of the leaders of the cult organization. The team said they would step up to make portraits and arrange for Gao Baokang's family and Li Hongxi's wife to identify them, and move quickly!"
"Yes!"
Bu Chonghua walked out of the interrogation room quickly, the owner of the printing shop behind him stretched his neck, wishing he could jump up and hug his trouser legs: "Government! This government! - Can you guarantee that I will be exempt from prosecution? When will it be released? ? Can I call my wife?!"
Bu Chonghua turned around and walked out backwards, looking at him and said coldly, "I promise to persuade your wife not to change your child's surname after remarrying!"
"… "
A thunderbolt crashed down, and the fat boss was blinded.
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Ninghe County is more than three hours away by car from Jinhai, and it is past eight o'clock when I leave the county public security bureau after finishing the formalities. It is not realistic to drive back to the city bureau at night. The local criminal police brigade insisted on making dinner, and opened a room in the guest house next to the public security bureau after the meal, allowing the leaders from the city to rest for the night.
At ten o'clock in the evening, as soon as the sound of washing water stopped in the bathroom of the guest house, Bu Chonghua pushed open the door and walked out.
He had changed into his pajamas and was wearing a soft short-sleeved white T-shirt and dark grey cotton trousers, with hotel slippers on his feet. This casual appearance made him look a lot more polite, and his pupils were light in color, and he even looked a bit like a young and handsome police student in his early twenties.
"You haven't finished reading that book yet?" Bu Chonghua asked casually when he saw that Wu Yu was still leaning against the bed in the same position as before.
Wu Yu sighed attentively.
This kid loves to learn, Bu Chonghua thought to himself.
He originally thought that people like Wu Yu would most likely watch the ball game after coming home from get off work at night, or play a bloody and violent stand-alone game to vent their emotions; it was more likely that a person would eat takeaway and sit alone. Against the four white walls, until the dead of night, turn off the lights and sleep.
So when the local office staff made a reservation, he asked people to only book a double room. He was already mentally prepared, but he didn't expect that the first thing Wu Yu would do after entering the door and taking a shower was to take out a double room from his bag. This book, "Public Security Informatics", is full of notes. When I put on my glasses and read it, I read it very seriously. It looks like I am addicted to learning and unintentionally depressed.
Bu Chonghua felt a sense of absurdity in his heart. He coughed hard, suppressed the thought, turned on the TV to find the NBA basketball game broadcast, and was about to watch the case materials with this background sound for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "Hey, do you mind?"
"Well?"
"Do you mind the sound?"
Wu Yu didn't raise his eyes: "Hmm."
"?"
Bu Chonghua felt that something was wrong. He looked back and finally realized what was wrong—this kid has taken off his glasses, is plugging in his earphones at the moment, and the book he is holding has become his old-fashioned slide. The machine, the fluorescent light reflected on his face, his expression was calm, and his eyes were dull.
"Wu Yu?" Bu Chonghua asked tentatively, "What are you looking at?"
"… "
"Wu Yu! I ask you what you are looking at!"
Wu Yu finally raised his head and sighed faintly:
"Look at my goddess. Do you want to?"
Bu Chonghua: "?"
Bu Chonghua walked quickly to his bedside, pulled out his phone, and the headphone jack slid down. The next second, a fierce ummm sounded through the guest house room—as expected, the island country action movie was in full swing on the screen, and no one of the heroines was in it. Unfamiliar, it is the beautiful and sweet teacher Yui Hatano, who is familiar to the people.
Wu Yu handed him the earphone: "Do you want to see it?"
"..."
The two stared at each other for a long time, and after a while, Chonghua pointed to the phone, then pointed to Wu Yu's big shorts, and squeezed out a word: "You..."
Wu Yu said, "If you were like me, if you had watched the same film over and over 200 times in the past few years, you would not have any reaction."
"..." Bu Chonghua knew what he should say as a leader, but what he heard he actually said was: "Then why don't you look at something else?!"
"There is not enough memory, and I don't want to delete this one."
"… why?"
"This is my favorite movie." Wu Yu said, "The plot is very touching."
The two of them stood and lay down, looking at each other. Bu Chonghua's fingers were clenching the increasingly intense picture, and the muscles of his fair and slender arms were tensed and trembling; while Wu Yu was indifferent amid the louder Yazhu butterfly. , full of disinterest.
"You really don't watch it? They are about to break up soon, and then there was a reunion in the rain that was well shot."
Bu Chonghua stared at Wu Yu's face without blinking, his lips pursed almost into a straight line, it took a long time to control himself, and he tried to gently return the phone to him, only to be caught by Wu Yu.
"Look, pay attention to your body."
"Where are you going?" Wu Yu sat up and asked strangely.
Bu Chonghua walked to the door and changed his shoes, but without turning his head, he coldly uttered two words: "Walk!"