Chapter 19 Interrogation of the Thatched House
Yu Zhile only saw a cloud of flying dust, laughed, and patted his head.
She turned her gaze back to the screen and checked the real-time monitoring, which showed that everything was normal.
So she put the second message out of her mind and started thinking about the small window.
If the trip to the armed forces department goes smoothly, we will be able to return to the village in the afternoon and start our first live broadcast tonight.
However, the first step - product selection - stumped her.
It should be abundant in quantity, renewable, and will not cause irreversible impact on the current environment after collection, while also having a certain appeal to the audience.
It is best if it is related to the content of the live broadcast that day.
Yu Zhile was calculating in his mind when he suddenly heard the sound of brakes.
When I looked up, I saw the armed forces had arrived.
The armed forces department was rebuilt on the basis of the landlord's old house. It looked a bit shabby from the outside, and slogans were painted on the walls on both sides of the door.
The floor of the house is paved with blue bricks, which are thick and full of historical sense.
Ning Tan walked at the end, Yu Zhile was in front of him, and the two people in front were escorting Liu Mingcong.
From the corridor to the indoor corridor, the light gradually dims and the space becomes narrow.
In the quiet corridor, there were the sounds of Liu Mingcong groaning in pain and Zhang Caihong's nervous breathing.
Also, there was a tapping sound behind Yu Zhile.
It was the sound of Ning Tan's wooden legs knocking on the blue bricks, sometimes near, sometimes far, striking at everyone's heart.
The three were taken into different rooms, and Ning Tan was responsible for questioning Yu Zhile.
The interrogation room was dark, damp and cold, and the old furniture gave off a strong smell of rotten wood, which made Yu Zhile feel uncomfortable.
The lights suddenly came on, blindingly bright.
Yu Zhile subconsciously closed his eyes to reduce the stimulation to his eyes, and a feeling of dizziness swept over him.
Ning Tan's voice echoed in the small interrogation room: "Yu Zhile, do you know Liu Mingcong?"
"I've met her once, but we weren't familiar with each other." Yu Zhile recalled a time when he and Zhang Caihong went to the market.
Although we said we met, in fact I only saw the side profile.
Ning Tan slammed the wooden table with both hands, making a loud noise. He said in a tough tone, "Not familiar with you? How could Liu Mingcong identify you as his superior?"
"Minister Ning, he pointed out you, so you are his superior?" Yu Zhile pinched his palm to regain consciousness and asked back.
After that, the two remained silent for a long time.
Yu Zhile could hear some noises coming from other interrogation rooms, including the sounds of slamming tables and chairs, as well as sobbing.
The light bulb hanging in the air flickered a few times, and Ning Tan asked the question again, his tone much calmer.
"Do you have any good friends in the provincial capital?" he asked.
Blurry silhouettes appeared in my mind, performing graceful and complex dance moves.
"Yes, I'm now in the art troupe of the provincial military region." Yu Zhile replied.
Ning Tan asked, "Only one good friend?"
"Only one." Yu Zhile looked up at him.
From then on, the two of them always kept the same rhythm of asking and answering questions, from Yu Zhile's aunt and uncle to the most annoying neighbor in the cannery compound, to the favorite teacher in school.
"Who is your favorite teacher?"
Yu Zhile paused and said, "Ms. Qiao, who teaches Chinese, is a very good teacher."
Ning Tan's expression changed slightly, and he continued with the next question: "What is your impression of your father?"
"An unknown hero." Yu Zhile was stunned.
Ning Tan was waiting for this moment of distraction, so he immediately asked, "How do you usually communicate with your superiors and subordinates?"
"Minister Ning, please be careful with your words. I'm just an ordinary person cooperating with my work." Yu Zhile had a faint smile on his lips.
The light bulb flickered.
"Comrade Yu, thank you for your cooperation." Ning Tan ended the questioning.
He had long known from Zhou Yuesheng that she had a strong mental quality, so this result was within his expectations.
"Minister Ning, Zhang Caihong is suspected of murdering me. If there is any investigation required, I am happy to cooperate." Yu Zhile left a message.
She felt better only after leaving the interrogation room and feeling the fresh air fill her lungs.
Passing by Zhang Caihong's room, her collapsed scream came through the gap in the door into the corridor.
The fragmented words came into Yu Zhile's ears, but she did not look away.
At the end of the corridor, Zhou Yuesheng was waiting for her.
"Why is it coming again?" Yu Zhile was dazzled by the sun. The discomfort that she had been suppressing fought back violently, making her face even paler.
Zhou Yuesheng held her up and said, "I'm worried."
He stared at Yu Zhile's upturned eyelashes in a daze for a moment, but soon the code on the surface of the envelope brought him back to reality, constantly whipping him for underestimating his enemy's behavior and thoughts.
"Let's go. It's not suitable to stay here for long." Yu Zhile held his hand tightly and took a deep breath to adjust his state.
Zhou Yuesheng repeated the news delivered by Ning Tan's men: "The secretary sent Zhang Yaozong to the police station to report the case. He will stay in jail for fifteen days."
"Oh." Yu Zhile responded indifferently.
After walking for a long distance, she felt better and pulled Zhou Yuesheng to the slaughterhouse.
It was already noon and there was no smell of meat on the chopping board in the slaughterhouse.
Yu Zhile turned into an alley, smeared some dust on his face, and told Zhou Yuesheng: "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."
Her figure quickly disappeared at the entrance of the alley.
Zhou Yuesheng naturally would not stay where he was. He followed her and watched her turn left and right before entering a dilapidated thatched hut.
After a few minutes, Yu Zhile took out a tightly wrapped oil paper bag.
Zhou Yuesheng took a shortcut back to the alley and waited for her to come back.
The unique fishy smell of raw pork hit him in the face, and he looked at Yu Zhile with a little more inquiry.
Yu Zhile handed him the pork and his eyes swept across the hem of his clothes, lingering for a moment.
The old branch secretary and several others were waiting for two people under the big locust tree while they were gathering for the market, and they passed by the gate of the armed forces department.
"Stay away from the armed forces department." Yu Zhile walked along the opposite wall.
Zhou Yuesheng kicked up gravel as he walked, seemingly without any pattern, but in fact it left behind information.
"Le Ni, how is it?" The old branch secretary smelled heavily of cigarette smoke, and it was unknown how much tobacco he had burned.
Yu Zhile briefly recounted the whole process and told him what happened when Zhang Caihong was interrogated.
The old Party secretary sighed, tapped his pipe on the shaft of the cart, and said, "Old Second, let's go back to the village."
On the way back to the village, Yu Zhile leaned on Zhou Yuesheng's shoulder, closed his eyes and continued the difficult task of selecting products.
After much thought, she decided to remove the last restriction and reduce the relevance of the first product selection.
Finally, she decided to go up the mountain to pull out the mugwort that had grown lushly recently.
The three people and two dogs in the house have been maintaining the same posture since Yu Zhile was taken away, staring blankly at the path extending out from the courtyard gate.
Seeing that Yu Zhile was unharmed, Yu Yue and Chen Zhao finally felt relieved.
Yu Chi ran out of the house with Papa to greet them. Papa cried loudly and circled around the two of them.
Yu Zhile stuffed Papa into Zhou Yuesheng's arms and bent down to pick up Yu Chi.
"Xiaobao, did you listen to your brother obediently?" Yu Zhile weighed Yu Chi and found that he was much heavier.
Yu Chi rubbed her neck like a puppy, calling her sister in a sticky voice.
"Huh?" Yu Zhile was very surprised and immediately looked at Zhou Yuesheng to share his happiness.
At that time, Zhou Yuesheng was crawling around with one hand holding his nose, and with the other hand holding up the pork wrapped tightly in oil paper.
The scene was a bit weird, and Yu Zhile burst out laughing.
The warm scene was broken by the sound of Chen Zhao's stomach growling.
Then, a creaking sound came from the distant door that was not closed tightly.
Yu Zhile looked out from the crack in the door and saw a person running away frantically, and soon disappeared around the corner of the path.
When I pushed the door open, I saw two young pumpkins, a handful of leeks and three pheasant eggs on the ground.
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