Sheyan nodded, then stood up and walked outside. His calmness can't help but frightened Mother He, and said anxiously:
"Big brother, where are you going?"
Sheyan turned his head slightly, a chilling smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Of course it's to get Xiaojun back."
Mother He was stunned, and she didn't know what to do until Fang Sheyan walked out, and suddenly said:
"This... why did you leave without taking a sip of water?"
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After listening to Mama He's description, Fang Senyan immediately judged that even if the Xinjiang man who forcibly sold Shaqima was not a member of the same party, he had a great connection with those kidnappers. Xiaojun is already eight and a half years old, if such a boy wants to take him away silently, it is definitely not something that can be done by one person, at least it is a gang crime! It is estimated that unconventional means such as drugs were also used in the process of such violence.
The reason why the police are helpless when they encounter this kind of thing is because they have to follow the legal system in everything, they pay attention to evidence, and they also involve ethnic minorities, which undoubtedly makes them even more tied up. But Fang Senyan is unscrupulous. In fact, after he became a contractor, the rules and laws of the world have no binding force on him.
The place where He's mother had an accident is not too far from here, about Sanjie Street or so. As Fang Senyan was walking, he was looking for the kind of Xinjiang people riding tricycles. This kind of person is very common on the streets of Chongqing, and has obvious characteristics. After Fang Senyan finished shopping around the six streets, he found a Xinjiang man who was eagerly selling "Shaqima" next to a bus stop.
This Xinjiang native wears a melon cap on his head, has sly eyes, is about forty years old, and is selling his own things in poor Mandarin. look like. Fang Sheyan stood by and watched with cold eyes. After a few buses passed by, there were fewer people on the platform. Then he joined in and said in Henan dialect:
"Is this snack delicious? Is it okay to try it?"
The Xinjiang native immediately smacked his chest and swore to the sky. He took a small piece and gave Fang Sheyan a taste. Fang Sheyan chewed a few mouthfuls and asked:
"How much is a catty?"
The Xinjiang people immediately beamed with joy and said:
"Forty, forty!"
Sheyan immediately covered the wallet, and said distressedly:
"Too expensive, too expensive."
He waved his hands repeatedly and was about to leave. The Xinjiang native hadn't opened this morning, so he hurriedly grabbed Fang Senyan and said:
"Where's the money?"
Fang Senyan said in astonishment:
"What money?"
The Xinjiang people have already said confidently:
"Didn't you eat my cake just now? My cake was originally a piece. I cut it open for you to taste and then cut it into pieces. No one else bought it. You have to buy all my cakes!"
Fang Senyan shook his head like a rattle, turned around and left. However, the Xinjiang native also came prepared, took out a whistle from his clothes, and blew it, several companions immediately appeared around him, some of them were wearing dirty aprons of Maimaiti mutton skewers, and some They also came on a tricycle, pushed Fang Senyan and shouted at the same time, and gradually pushed him to a secluded corner with few people.
The Xinjiang man stood in front of Fang Senyan, holding a Qishaqima knife in his hand, and said viciously in half-baked Mandarin:
"Cake, four hundred yuan, eight catties! Hurry up!"
This is also the shrewdness of this group of people. The cost of Shaqima was at most five yuan a catty, and they sold it to Sheyan for ten times in a blink of an eye. And even if they were caught by the police at this time, it would be regarded as forced buying and selling at best-in fact, what is the difference between this group of people and robbery
Fang Senyan looked around to see if there was no one around, then suddenly raised his head, his eyebrows parted, his white teeth were exposed and he smiled and said:
"Okay, I'll buy it."
As soon as he said that, his right fist hit the Xinjiang man's shoulder like a heavy hammer, and the sound of the shoulder blade breaking could be clearly heard at this moment! Before that shrill cry of pain came out, Sheyan grabbed the man's neck and lifted him up. Taking advantage of the situation, he swung him horizontally like a weapon, and knocked down two accomplices. At this time, a guy with kebabs rushed up from behind, and he seemed to be ruthless, holding a boning knife for cutting mutton and cutting it! Sheyan couldn't dodge it, and immediately added an incomparably stern fresh cut on his back!
But only the person who swung the knife knew, he felt that the knife was cut on the tire of a heavy-duty pickup truck. drag. And Fang Sheyan felt the pain in his vest, and immediately grabbed it with his backhand. His five fingers were like steel hooks, and he just grabbed the knife with his bare hands, and snatched the knife away with a hard twist.
Only at this time did the gang realize that they had run into an iron plate, and the mutton kebab who was stabbing someone with a knife wanted to run away first, Fang Sheyan caught up with him and kicked him directly to the opposite wall to stick to it. There is usually a curse word on the Internet called shoot your Y's on the wall, Fang Senyan's kick is similar in purpose, after the mutton skewer came into close contact with the wall, it also made a "out" shape, separated by It took a few seconds to fall face-to-face, and it is estimated that it will not be able to slow down in a few days.
At this time, the group of Xinjiang people were all sluggish. Looking at each other, they probably regarded Fang Sheyan as plainclothes, and suddenly shouted in Xinjiang dialect with emotion. Although Fang Sheyan couldn't quite understand what they were calling, it was probably these people Repeating the same tricks, I want to turn the internal contradictions in this matter into ethnic contradictions. It seems that when this trick is used in normal times, the police will have a headache. There is no good way to deal with this group of sluts, but the only thing this group of people misjudged is... It can be said that there are no taboos, not to mention ethnic conflicts, even if it rises to Sino-US conflicts, he will not even half eyeball it.
Sheyan made everyone present shut up with just one movement. He shook his hand and slapped him across the face. The target was the guy in the melon cap who yelled the loudest. This slap seemed to be an understatement, but the slap turned the guy 240 degrees on the spot. A few blood-stained white teeth simply passed the parabola in the air, and fell to the ground with a thud. A few strands of dust. The guy was stunned for a while, and a stream of blood flowed out of the right ear hole, like a slowly crawling snake, and then fell limp on the ground.
"I'm not a police officer." Sheyan lowered his eyelids and said calmly, "So don't use that trick to fool me. I'm here to find someone, and I'll leave as soon as I find someone."
None of the four Xinjiang people around was still standing. They all raised their heads and looked at Fang Senyan with terrified eyes.
"Ten days ago, where was the boy from Xinjiang who sold Shaqima here?" Fang Sheyan said coldly, while still holding a stack of red banknotes in his hand, "Who will tell me first, this ten thousand yuan is who."
These Xinjiang people looked at each other, but still no one spoke. Sheyan sighed and said:
"very good."
That good word seemed to be still echoing in the air, Fang Senyan had already grabbed the hair of the nearest person in front of him, and slammed it against the wall next to him! This impact was very violent, and the sound made goosebumps go straight out one by one. Undoubtedly, this unlucky child immediately fell into a deep coma. Sheyan slowly let go of his hand, letting the bloody hair and scalp fall from the gap between his fingers bit by bit. A bloodthirsty mixed with brutal emotion welled up in his eyes:
"Very well, I hope you all can keep your mouth shut. Even if the four of you can keep your mouth shut, wouldn't I arrest other people to ask?"
Fang Senyan squatted down slowly, walked up to the mutton skewers who were clutching their stomachs to breathe in the air-conditioning, and said lightly:
"Ten days ago, where was the boy from Xinjiang who sold Shaqima here?"
The pupils of the mutton skewers dilated in an instant, and his hands nervously rubbed against the dirty apron:
"That's Xiri Ahong, and now he's going to the Jiefangbei site."
Fang Senyan threw the 10,000 yuan directly in his face, amidst the red banknotes flying, there was a cold voice:
"Tell me everything you know. If anyone here dares to betray you, I will collect his body for him."
The mutton skewers swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and greedily picked up the scattered banknotes:
"What do you want to know?"
Sheyan said lightly:
"Xiri Ahong and the others should be abducting children, right? One of my friends' children was snatched away by them. I want to find this child."
Mutton Skewers said in amazement:
"Abduction and trafficking of children? No, no, no, we don't do this. I heard that it is the business of the Henan Gang."
However, he immediately saw Sheyan's face darken, and hastily changed his words:
"However, Xiri Ahong and his gang are indeed playing tricks on children. Does your friend's son have any disabilities? Or does he look very pitiful?"
This mutton skewer looks like an old Jianghu. It looks like it just looks like a Xinjiang person. Now it is full of fluent Beijing movies. Sheyan was slightly taken aback and said:
"That child has severe lupus erythematosus, and his classmates call him a mangy dog. It should look quite pitiful."
"Then there's no running!" The mutton skewers slapped the thigh, obviously the sense of role substitution was quite strong, but it touched the sore spot inadvertently, and immediately grinned: "Xiri Ahong's group only abducts this kind of child, look at the body people with disabilities, and then send them to another city to beg for food!"