The cold wind howled. Three dark figures crouched, cowering beneath a bare old locust tree at the corner of Highway 221. It wasn't Li Mingyuan, Li Jianghai, or Li Mingyu, so who else could it be?

There is a reason for squatting in this place. Wu Xiaomei said that when she was watching the shop, she heard a customer say that he got it pierced here. The three of them squatted here, and sooner or later they would find someone.

"This damn weather is freezing!"

Li Mingyu rubbed his hands, blew a breath of hot air into his palms, and cursed, "It's all the fault of that bastard Wu Sangui. He made me stay here in the middle of the night, starving!"

Li Jianghai slapped him on the back of the head, his voice lower than a mosquito's fart: "Stop talking! If you get caught making such a fuss, I'll see how your mother will deal with you! If you scare people away, we don't know how long we'll have to stay here!"

Li Mingyu was beaten, and he shrank his neck and rubbed against his elder brother, muttering quietly: "Brother, we've been squatting here for half the night, what if that bastard doesn't come?"

"What's the rush?" Li Mingyuan glared at him. "Wu Jinhua's family is like leeches. They won't give up. According to our mother's calculations, just wait and see. They will definitely come again!"

The three of them huddled under the tree roots again, their eyes fixed on the road.

The night was getting deeper and deeper. Although the snow had stopped, it was still freezing cold in the suburbs late at night.

Li Jianghai was about to move his numb legs and stand up to stretch his legs when Li Mingyu suddenly grabbed his jacket sleeve.

"Dad! Brother! Look! There's someone!"

The three of them immediately held their breath and squinted their eyes to look.

Across the road, a dark figure, like a giant rat, scurried towards us. The way he walked, who else could it be but Wu Sangui?

The grandson was holding a cloth bag in his left hand, and from time to time he looked around like a thief.

"It's Wu Sangui!" Li Mingyu was so angry that his teeth were itching, his fists clenched and cracking, and he was about to rush forward, "My mother really expected it, it turned out to be him!"

Li Jianghai grabbed him and said, "Don't worry, wait until he spills a few more, then we can catch him red-handed!"

Wu Sangui walked to the middle of the road, squatted down, took out a handful of triangular nails from his cloth bag, and scattered them on the road with a "clatter". He hummed a little song proudly: "I'll scatter a handful today, and tomorrow all the tires of passing cars will be blown out, and my whole family will be killed! Hehe..."

Wu Sangui was completely unaware that there were a few eyes watching him from behind, and he continued to hum a tune and scatter nails.

Li Mingyu lowered his voice and asked, "Brother, what should we do? Should we rush out now?"

Li Mingyuan looked at Liu Wei and Zhang Gongan not far away, who were staring at this side intently. After a while, Liu Wei made a "making dumplings" gesture towards this side, and several people rushed over together.

"Fuck you..." Wu Sangui had just finished moaning when someone suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up like a chicken. He turned around and was met with Li Mingyuan's dark face.

"Wu Sangui!" Zhang Gongan's flashlight shone over, blinding people. "What the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?!"

The cloth bag in Wu Sangui's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter", and the triangular nails scattered all over the floor.

The grandson's face turned pale, as if it was covered with lime, and his calves were cramping: "I, I, I..."

Li Mingyu rushed forward, swung his arm and slapped him hard: "Fuck your mother!"

The slap made Wu Sangui spin around on the spot, and blood spurted out of his nose.

Li Jianghai squatted on the side of the road, breathing heavily and rubbing his hands. He nodded at Zhang Gongan and said, "Zhang Gongan, we've caught the criminal red-handed, right?"

Public Security Officer Zhang put a silver bracelet on Wu Sangui, and several people took Wu Sangui directly to the police station!

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The wattage of the light bulb in the police station's interrogation room was low, making the room seem eerie and dark.

Wu Sangui sat on an iron chair with a "silver bracelet" on his wrist. The pale light shone on Wu Sangui's greasy face.

His face still bore the bloody mark of Li Mingyu's slap across his face, and he stiffened his neck, looking incredibly unconvinced. Just like Wu Sangui!

Policeman Zhang slammed the transcript onto the table, pulled a chair over and sat down across from Wu Sangui. "Wu Sangui, do you know why I brought you in?"

Wu Sangui rolled his eyes and said, "I don't know! I was just taking a walk in the middle of the night, why did you arrest me?"

"Walking?" Zhang Gongan sneered. "Walking with a bag of nails? Do you think the road is your bed and you can spread whatever you want?"

Wu Sangui insisted, "I picked up that nail! I saw a nail on the road and was afraid it would pierce my car, so I was just about to put it away!"

"Bullshit!" Li Mingyu, who was listening outside the door, was furious and shouted through the iron bars, "When you were scattering nails just now, you were humming a song and cursing that my Li family would be wiped out!!"

Zhang Gongan glared at him, signaling him not to interrupt, and turned back to questioning Wu Sangui: "Okay, you said you were picking up nails, then explain why you picked them up specifically on Highway 221? And specifically in the middle of the night?"

Wu Sangui rolled his eyes and said, "I...my eyesight is not good. I can't see clearly during the day!"

Zhang Gongan sneered: "Then you really are a living Lei Feng, staying up late at night and working in the dark to contribute to society?"

Wu Sangui fell silent and lowered his head to pick the mud off his fingernails.

Public Security Zhang was not in a hurry. He slowly lit a cigarette and took a puff. The smell of smoke floated in the interrogation room, choking Wu Sangui and making him frown.

"Wu Sangui, you don't have to say anything." Zhang Gongan flicked the ash from his cigarette.

"But I have to remind you that your actions of scattering nails just now were all recorded. If you tell the truth now, it can be considered a good attitude. If..."

When Wu Sangui heard that the video was taken, his body obviously stiffened for a moment, but he still didn't say anything: "Then, then you guys take it out! Anyway, I didn't do it!" He didn't believe it. He had seen it from head to toe, how could it be photographed? What's more, it was pitch black and even more impossible!

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