Chapter 158 Tacit Understanding
After my older sister died, my mother was diagnosed with leukemia.
But it's okay, Guan Zhiwei will make everything alright.
"Mom, why don't you give Yao San'er a call? I miss his two cats."
"Okay, I'll have him come see you."
"No need, I'll just talk to him." Guan Zhiwei glanced at the date.
The call went through.
She stared at the date and said calmly, "I miss you so much, and I'm so grateful that you brought the cat to see me."
The voice on the phone choked with emotion: "I know, I'll come see you again next time."
"good."
Yao San hung up the phone.
Pick up the incense sticks, light them with a lighter, and then insert them into the incense bowl.
The three portraits were neatly arranged, one of which was a full-month-old photo of the baby.
The second brother patted him on the shoulder, but his eyes reddened first: "They've all gone to enjoy their lives. What a messed up life it is."
Looking at the portraits, Yao San said softly, "Today is the anniversary of your death. I don't know if you have come back to see me. Your son has done his duty. Dad, Mom, and sister, may you rest in peace. If you are watching over us from heaven, please bless us."
"Brother Yao, it's my fault..." Blackie wiped away his tears: "I shouldn't have urged you to bring me oranges. Fruit shops don't necessarily have to sell oranges, oh dear!"
Yao Zhuang drives a small truck, which he uses to transport fruit on a daily basis.
The whole family of four was in the car together, whether it was a long or short trip.
Yao San lay down on the back seat and slept.
Sister Ning sat in the front passenger seat, holding a baby who was nursing.
The car drove onto a very narrow mountain road.
Suddenly, a girl on the roadside started waving repeatedly, begging him to stop.
Yao Zhuang hesitated for a moment, fearing that someone might rob and kill the truck driver in this remote and impoverished area, so he didn't stop.
Sister Ning saw it in the rearview mirror; the little girl had knelt down.
He kept kowtowing, bang, bang.
"Why don't we check what's going on? What if something really has happened?"
"OK."
Yao Zhuang couldn't bear it either, so he listened to his wife.
He stopped the car and turned off the engine, but locked all the doors.
The little girl saw him park the car and ran over as fast as she could. It was dark behind her, but she didn't see anyone following her.
The little girl cried with snot and tears streaming down her face, saying, "Big brother, I was kidnapped and brought here. Can you take me out? I'll give you money, my mom will give you money! Big sister, big sister!"
Light gradually appeared behind me, stun guns swung around, and shouts echoed in the air.
Without saying a word, Sister Ning opened the back door and said, "Get in quickly!"
The little girl struggled to climb up, her face covered in tears and her body muddy.
She wants to go home!
Mother!
younger sister!
Sister Ning asked, "What's your name? Do you know your home phone number?"
"Feng, Feng Rui." She trembled with fear, which was about to engulf her. She couldn't imagine what would happen to her if she hadn't escaped and had been caught.
"My home phone number... I can't remember it..."
"Don't be afraid, little girl. My name is Yao Zhuang. That's my wife. She's from Ningjia Village, not far from here. I'll definitely get her out of here!" Yao Zhuang quickly started the car.
She was still a step too late; someone saw her climb onto the car.
Thus began a pursuit and interception operation targeting the truck.
The entire village mobilized, like flies swarming out of their nest.
Their tacit understanding was infuriating.
They used small cars to block the way, and people would rush onto the vehicles to stop the truck.
I bet you wouldn't dare run someone over.
Bad people will do anything when they're desperate.
What about good people? Good people don't want to hurt anyone in the first place.
Driving in Yaozhuang, he had to dodge the crowds and also avoid cars rushing towards him. The mountain road was so steep and winding, bang—
The truck was filled with oranges that fell to the ground with a clatter, and some people even took advantage of the chaos to pick up the oranges and take them home.
The front of the car was severely deformed, trapping people inside. Sister Ning, holding her child, had her chest pierced by the deformed metal frame. Yao Zhuang struggled to glance at his wife and daughter, but couldn't even turn back to look at his son before his head slumped heavily.
The fuel tank was leaking, and small flames appeared.
The rear door couldn't be pried open, and it took a lot of people to force it open, pulling out the unconscious Feng Rui and Yao San.
“It’s a boy, and since I don’t have any children, I can have him be my son,” the villager said with a smile.
They only managed to pull the two people out when, with a loud bang, a fire suddenly broke out. The flames spread and the entire car caught fire, and everyone hurriedly moved away.
The raging fire scorched half the sky, setting nearby grass and even trees ablaze.
The villagers finally realized they had made a terrible mistake.
But they didn't kill anyone; they just wanted to help get their things back.
They meant well.
The Yan family spent so much money to buy their daughter-in-law; if she runs away, won't they be ruined? How pitiful!
That truck driver is awful, he deserves it.
None of them killed anyone; he was just unlucky to die.
The fire quickly alerted the outside world. The village secretary realized that the matter could no longer be kept secret, so he quickly called to report it.
The first rays of morning light shone in.
Police cars roared by.
Junyuan pressed the accelerator hard, and the car was already going very fast, but Guan Zhiwei, who was focused on seeing her sister, still hoped it would go even faster! Even faster!
The spread of wildfires is a very serious matter, but fortunately, there have been reports of rain in the past few days, with torrential downpours following one after another.
After a rain shower, only a charred shell of a car remained, along with three corpses.
On that day, Yao San lost his parents and his younger sister, and the full-moon photo became his funeral portrait.
Normally, you shouldn't drive in heavy rain.
But after discussing it, the police decided to take Feng Rui away under the cover of night.
The villagers had been keeping a close watch, and once they heard the news, the whole village turned out and surrounded the village entrance, preventing anyone from leaving.
"What are you doing? I'm telling you! This is a criminal case, and you'll be sentenced! Can't you see? They've already arrested people! Do you want to be taken back?" Zhi Fang shouted sternly.
The village party secretary moved back and forth between the police and the villagers, acting as a mediator.
The villagers shouted, "We didn't break the law! We bought it back with money! Who has that much money to squander? 120,000 yuan! She can't just leave like that!"
They pushed forward, even daring to hit the police.
Yan Chunsheng was holding his baby. It was a rainy day, and he was carrying his several-month-old baby out. The baby's cries pierced through the rain.
Feng Rui cried uncontrollably in the car, milk constantly seeping from her breasts.
This is torture for the mother.
Guan Zhiwei was going crazy; the car wouldn't move.
She secretly took out a knife from her bag. She was getting off the bus, and she was going to stab anyone who dared to stop her sister from going home!
Junyuan saw it, got out of the car, grabbed her wrist, removed the knife, took off his clothes and covered her with them.
He turned around, drew his service pistol, fired a shot into the air, and shouted, "If you dare to obstruct the police again, you will be treated as assaulting a police officer, and I will shoot!"
The villagers were startled and hesitated to rush forward.
A colleague who was on the call with him whispered, "Why did you fire the shot? You'll have to write a report when you get back! Police officers have to follow the principle of 'using the least necessary force.' If something really happens, you'll be labeled as a violent law enforcement officer and that's it! The public will question why you didn't hit his foot!"
Junyuan's eyes were squinting from the rain.
In the end, the villagers who chased and blocked the truck were sentenced to ten years in prison.
The entire truckload of oranges was picked clean.
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