In the morning, before the police chief of Zhanan District officially went to work, a taxi stopped in front of the criminal office building.
Father Wu opened the car door and walked out with his wife, cursing: "Damn it, I told him that he would do something sooner or later, and what's going on now? It really proves what I said, this idiot didn't even know he was sold out."
"What's going on? How come someone has died?" Mother Wu said worriedly behind him.
"Who the hell knew that?" Father Wu's eyes turned red with anger, and he walked into the office building with his hands behind his back.
In the hall, two police officers on duty had just changed their clothes and were preparing to go home.
"I'm looking for the police officer named Yang. Which floor is he on?" Father Wu asked the two of them in a loud voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Yang, who was chatting with someone on the first floor, immediately came over with a smile and asked, "Are you Wu Shixiong's father?"
"Yes." Father Wu saw the other party extend his hand and shook it with him: "What happened to my child?!"
"He... He's fine." Lao Yang paused, then pulled the other person aside and said, "It's like this, we have to take him back to the police station later. Come on, buddy, let's talk outside."
The words "come out and talk" surprised Father Wu. He looked at the other party and asked, "Where are we going to talk?"
"You come out first." Old Yang greeted the other party with a smile.
Although Mr. and Mrs. Wu were confused, they still followed the other party out of the building.
"It's like this, there's another person involved in this case." Old Yang handed Father Wu a cigarette and said softly, "The parents of the person involved want to talk to you."
"What do I have to talk to them about? My son committed a crime?" Father Wu asked cautiously.
"They are all involved in the same case. It would be helpful to talk first." Lao Yang replied vaguely, and waved his hand not far away: "Brother, talk to them first, and then come to me after you're done."
“No…!” Father Wu was a little puzzled and wanted to ask more.
Old Yang smiled and patted his shoulder: "I'm here, what else can happen? Listen to me, talk to him first, and then we can talk about the case. Don't worry, your son is fine."
While the two were talking, Tang's father's car drove over and stopped on the side of the road with the door open.
Father Wu hesitated for a moment, and had to listen to the investigator and got into Father Tang's car with his wife.
At this time, only Tang's father and his driver were in the car; everyone else had already left.
"Drive away, I want to talk to this old man." Tang's father ordered while sitting in the middle row of seats.
"Okay." The driver responded, took the steering wheel and drove away.
…
Five minutes later, the car stopped in the parking lot of a large supermarket. The driver sensibly pushed the door and went downstairs to smoke.
"What do you want to talk about?" Father Wu asked the other party directly.
Tang's father turned his head and looked at him: "Your three children live in Tufang Street?"
Father Wu was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong?"
"My son is a coast guard. He is only in his early thirties this year. If nothing unexpected happens, he can become a squadron leader before he is thirty-five, and reach the level of director general or deputy director before he is forty. It shouldn't be a problem." Father Tang took out a cigarette box with a serious expression and handed one to Father Wu.
"What do you mean by this?" Father Wu didn't answer.
"The woman who died was just beaten and had an injection before she died. She was not conscious." Tang's father held a cigarette and stared at Wu Shixiong's parents. "This case can be based on self-defense or manslaughter. You can see that I have some friends in the police station, so no matter who bears the consequences, he will not be sentenced too heavily. More than three years, less than ten years is about right. If the suspect is mentally retarded or mentally ill, the sentence will be even shorter."
When Father Wu heard this, he roughly understood what the other party meant: "What the hell do you want to do? Make me sell my son?"
"Can we talk?" asked Tang's father.
"Talk about Nima Coin!" Father Wu reached out to pull the car door.
"Fifty thousand for one year in prison!" Tang's father shouted.
Father Wu's hand was just grasping the door handle at this moment. He listened to the other party's words and replied coldly: "I will give you 50,000, can you sell your son?"
"I don't need 50,000 yuan, but you do!" Tang's father lit a cigarette.
Father Wu didn't say anything and just opened the car door.
“Bang!”
Father Tang reached out and grabbed the other person's arm.
"Let me go, you bastard!" Father Wu was a little anxious.
Tang's father held him with his right hand, staring at his cheek, with a cigarette in his mouth. He turned around and used his left hand to lift a piece of white cloth on the aisle of the back seats.
“Swish!”
The white cloth was pulled open, and a black plastic bag full of money appeared in front of Wu Shixiong's father.
It was raining outside the car and the light inside was very dim, but the money in the bag seemed to be emitting some kind of light.
"One hundred thousand for a year in prison! You take the benefits and I guarantee a future for my son, is that okay?" asked Tang's father.
Wu Shixiong's father grabbed the car door handle and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"My dear, your son has a mental retardation. Even if he helps people pick up goods at sea 24 hours a day, he may not be able to earn 100,000 yuan in his half-life." Tang's father said in a hoarse voice: "Wouldn't it be more economical to exchange some money?"
Ten minutes later, the car returned to the door of the case handling building, and Wu's father and mother got out of the car with extremely complicated expressions.
Old Yang smiled and asked, "Are you done talking?"
Father Wu looked at him, motionless.
In the lobby of the office building, Su Tianyu bent over and asked the police officer, "Can we see Wu Shixiong now?"
"No."
"… He has nothing to do with the case, right?" Su Tianyu asked curiously.
"You can't see him then. Go out and wait." The other party replied impatiently.
Su Tianyu glanced at the other party and didn't ask any more questions. He turned to Bai Hongbo and said, "Let's go, get out first."
"This is really weird. Why can't we see a witness?" Bai Hongbo cursed in annoyance, "Fuck, this is the moral character of the grassroots. They treat chicken feathers as a token of authority."
Everyone was indeed very puzzled, but since it was just a meeting, there was no need to use connections, so Su Tianyu and others returned to the car outside and waited.
…
Third floor, inside the information room.
The big bear was yawning and picking his nose out of boredom.
“Bang!”
The door opened and Old Yang walked in with Mr. and Mrs. Wu.
"You guys chat." Lao Yang threw down a sentence and turned away.
In the monitoring room, a police officer turned off all the cameras in the interrogation room and wrote in the notebook: Morning shift, monitoring maintenance.
In the interrogation room, Daxiong stared at his parents in amazement: "You... why are you here?"
Father Wu looked at him with a dull look in his eyes, and did not respond for a moment.
Mother Wu's eyes were red and she turned her head away.
"... My son!" Father Wu bent over and sat on the chair, rubbing his cheeks vigorously, and said in a trembling voice: "... Can you... can you take this case on my behalf?"
This was the first time that Wu Shixiong heard his father call him son since he could remember. Before, he had always called him "fool" or "youngest".