Chapter 121 Chapter 121 Get on board
Wen San's original name was Wen Changgui. He is 33 years old this year. He started from scratch and now runs several chain supermarkets. Judging from the supermarket sales, Wen Changgui has not had any setbacks in his career.
Pei Qing and the other two investigated Wen Changgui's family thoroughly and found out that Wen Changgui's father died when he was in his early twenties, his mother remarried and moved away, and he only had one younger brother who was 23 years old this year. During the investigation, the three made new discoveries.
Wen Changgui's younger brother Wen Zhuo has now been registered in a mental hospital and has been hospitalized there for three years.
Through medical records, it was discovered that Wen Zhuo once suffered from uremia. He was discharged from the hospital after a kidney transplant, but somehow ended up in a mental hospital again.
Pei Qing's heart sank when he saw the medical record: "Seeing this kidney transplant, I always have a bad feeling."
Yang Xingping took a cigarette irritably.
"What good can come from these people getting together?"
He put the cigarette down again and looked at Xu An.
"Catch or not?"
Xu An: "If we want to arrest them, we must have a legitimate reason. Let Duan Qiang contact Wen San. Once they are in touch, we will arrest them all at once."
Yang Xingping: "With Duan Qiang's personality, he'll be exposed in just a few words in front of Wen San!"
Pei Qing then instigated Yang Xingping: "Then you should go with Duan Qiang. With your height and build, you can fight at first glance, and you meet their criteria for finding someone."
Yang Xingping pointed at himself: "Me."
Xu An suddenly clapped his hands, "Yes, it's you. Anyway, you used to work in a township police station, which is a long way from the supermarket chain opened by Wen San. He has never seen you, and you didn't stay long after coming to the criminal investigation department, so you are not a familiar face."
Xu An touched his chin and said, "That's right, you don't look like an honest man!"
Yang Xingping felt something was wrong: "What do you mean? Tell me, have you ever cursed me secretly? I just knew it—"
Xu An: "When did I scold you? This is all necessary for our investigation. Well, I just said that you look a bit fierce, brother! Look at the muscles on your arms, you are not someone you can easily mess with. We should behave ourselves, otherwise what will happen if others don't take you with them!"
Pei Qing responded like a chicken pecking at rice: "That's right, it depends on their selection criteria. First, they need to be big and strong, so they can both withstand beatings and fight well. Second, they need to be honest, not smart, and easy to control."
Yang Xingping was pushed to his feet by the half-siblings.
Pei Qing: "Hey Brother Yang, don't be so serious. Eyes, eyes. The most important thing for a person is his eyes. Stay still!"
Xu An: "Don't keep your back so straight, don't be so rigid, why don't you hunch your back! This way you will look less imposing."
Yang Xingping was tormented by Pei Qing and Xu An like a big doll, and even attracted the attention of the discipline team next door.
After fiddling with it for an hour, Yang Xingping put on a gray, pilled T-shirt, an ordinary pair of black trousers, and a pair of shoes that had become frayed.
Pei Qing also found him a pair of glasses.
Yang Xingping: “I am not nearsighted.”
Pei Qing: "Brother Yang, cover your eyes, otherwise you will look like you are going to hit me."
After getting all dressed, Yang Xingping took out his cell phone and flipped the camera to look at himself.
Poor and frustrated!
Pei Qing: "That's great! It fits the profile of the victim. Brother Yang, I believe in you. You can definitely get into the enemy and get first-hand information!"
Xu An glanced at Yang Xingping's current appearance and said, "Perfect. Hey, buddy, it's up to you! If Duan Qiang fails, you have to make up for him."
Yang Xingping grabbed a handful of hair. His hair was a little longer, so he could grab it and make it look a little rough.
Yang Xingping: “I know.”
Xu An gave him the locator.
"You are new here, and Wen San will definitely ask you to throw away your personal belongings. Be careful and remember to adapt to circumstances."
Yang Xingping took the locator.
"Know."
Pei Qing cheered him up.
Xu An: "Let's try it first. If Wen San is very alert, he will probably give up this operation."
Yang Xingping: "I will talk to Duan Qiang and ask him to calm down."
*
Duan Qiang's senior asked him to arrive at Wen San's delivery point before 8 o'clock that evening. Time was very tight, so after Yang Xingping had disguised himself, he and Duan Qiang went to find Wen San.
Duan Qiang was worried about the police's arrangement. He said weakly to Yang Xingping, "Do I really want to go? Didn't you say it was a scam?"
Yang Xingping: "Now that you believe it's a scam, why did you scream just now?"
Duan Qiang touched his arm and his teeth chattered.
"If it wasn't a scam, you wouldn't have to follow me."
He thought about it and still felt that this was not something that could be done.
"Or I should tell my senior brother that I won't go."
He was obviously strong, but now he looked timid. Yang Xingping curled his lips and said to Duan Qiang: "I'm here, what are you afraid of?"
He grabbed Duan Qiang's neck and said to him, "Send a message to your senior brother now, telling him that you met a former co-worker on the road, and that he was extremely poor and desperate to make money, and wanted to go to work with you!"
Duan Qiang hesitated: "Ah?"
Why do you look so silly?
Yang Xingping stared at him and secretly tried his luck.
Forget it. I was still counting on him to lead the way. Why should I be angry with him?
He poked the phone in his hand. This phone was given to him by Xu An. It was an old phone made in an unknown year and there were three scratches on the screen.
He took a selfie of himself and Duan Qiang with his cell phone.
In the selfie, he was wearing glasses and had a silly look on his face.
Duan Qiang was not much better than him, he looked bitter and resentful.
Yang Xingping: "Just send this photo and say that you were harassed by your coworkers."
This photo fits the occasion!
Duan Qiang sent the photo tremblingly and was scolded by his senior.
Senior: [Do you have a hole in your brain? Your mouth is like a colander. I didn’t say that. You can’t tell anyone about this! You have to snatch up good jobs, you know?]
Duan Qiang's fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long time, not knowing what to say.
Yang Xingping snatched his cell phone away.
Looking at the chat interface, he glanced at Duan Qiang again, grasped Duan Qiang's cowardice, and began to type: [He won't let me leave]
Senior Brother: [You stupid pig! ! ! ]
A video call came in.
Yang Xingping immediately stuffed the phone into Duan Qiang's hand.
"Answer the phone, don't talk nonsense, if you can't speak, just lower your head and get scolded."
Duan Qiang pressed the answer button, but no face appeared on the other end, only a voice.
Yang Xingping hid his eyes under his glasses, thinking that this senior brother had some brains and knew not to show his face.
Senior Brother: "Let me see the person!"
Duan Qiang quickly pointed the camera at Yang Xingping.
Yang Xingping looked dumbfounded.
Senior: "Why are you still nearsighted? Nearsightedness is not good!"
Yang Xingping immediately said: "Boss——"
He lowered his voice and pretended to be cowardly.
"Boss, I am 200 degrees nearsighted, so I don't need to wear glasses."
After saying that, he wanted to take off his glasses, but in his haste, his hair got tangled in the gap between his glasses. He pulled at them for a long time and broke off several strands of hair before he was able to take off his glasses.
The senior brother looked at Yang Xingping through the camera and felt relieved to see that this man was clumsy and didn't look like a smart person.
When he took off his glasses and only dared to glance downwards, he looked like a wimp like Duan Qiang. Although he was a little shorter than Duan Qiang, he was still usable. Even if he couldn't fight, he still had other uses.
The senior brother made the decision: "Okay, you two go together. Be honest when you see the third brother, otherwise the third brother will kill you two on the way. I won't care!"
Duan Qiang panicked and said, "Tear up, tear up the ticket?"
The senior brother said impatiently: "If you behave yourself, nothing will happen. Okay, how long have you been delayed? How long will it take to get there?"
Duan Qiang: "One more hour..."
The senior brother yelled: "Don't you know how to get a drip? Are you going to take the bus?"
Duan Qiang: "Brother, I don't have any money..."
The two of them responded to each other, and Yang Xingping frowned. What kind of people are these!
Senior Brother: “Hurry up!”
After the call was hung up, Duan Qiang watched eagerly as the phone was handed to Yang Xingping.
Yang Xingping: "Why don't you ask your senior brother for some money? You're about to be sold, but you're still saving money for him?"
Duan Qiang hesitated, obviously he didn't expect to be asked for money.
Yang Xingping pushed him forward: "Okay, let's go!"
*
Wen San stood in front of the cold chain warehouse, smoking one cigarette after another.
The smoke blew towards his face and Wen San threw the cigarette away.
There seemed to be some echoes floating in the air.
"Brother, brother, someone wants to kill me, please save me..."
"Who are you!!! Help, help, I don't know you!"
"...Someone cut my stomach with a knife, brother, brother, don't leave..."
…
Am I guilty?
Wen San sought help from Buddha and asked for advice, but no one believed him and he still hasn't received an answer.
Am I guilty?
The cold air blew on him, and Wen San thought of Wen Zhuo's doctor.
He said that Wen Zhuo's illness was a mental one and that there was nothing wrong with Wen Zhuo physically. He asked Wen □□fu to recall whether Wen Zhuo had suffered any setbacks, such as school bullying.
Wen San knew that Wen Zhuo had always been lively before he fell ill. He loved to talk and was likable. He would call his friends over when playing games and it was impossible for him to be bullied.
He hasn't been to school since he got sick, but his friends come to see him every now and then. The claim that he is bullied in school is nonsense.
The middle-aged doctor asked him, "Why is that? His tendency may be due to what he has witnessed before. He regards other people's experiences as his own, which is why he often has nightmares."
Wen San was even more silent.
He fished another cigarette out of his pocket.
Am I guilty?
He questioned himself.
Wen Zhuo was only eighteen years old when he fell ill. He was so young, and Wen San didn't want to lose his younger brother.
He stood motionless in front of the cold chain warehouse, like a sculpture, his body shrouded in coldness.
Not long after, the manager came with a few honest men and stood in front of him.
"Third brother?"
"Third brother?"
…
After calling out several times, Wen San finally came to his senses.
Manager: "Brother San, take a look, is he okay?"
Wen San glanced at each of them and nodded.
The manager then asked a few people to get on the refrigerated truck.
Wensan's hand was burned by the cigarette.
The manager pushed the man into the car and asked, "Third brother, shall we leave now?"
Wen San waved his hand and said, "Wait a little longer. There are two more people over there."
He continued to smoke.
The manager doesn't know what's wrong with him lately, he smokes more and more.
Could it be that the third brother’s brother’s illness has relapsed?
He didn't dare to ask and just stood at the door waiting for someone.
The sky was dark and two figures in the distance were gradually approaching.
Yang Xingping deliberately controlled his speed and followed behind Duan Qiang.
The closer Duan Qiang got to his destination, the more he shook.
Yang Xingping had no idea what to do, so he asked him to drink some wine on the way to give him courage.
Yang Xingping: "Why are you shaking? You can't die as long as I'm here!"
Duan Qiang was feeling bitter. Seeing that they were almost there, he asked Yang Xingping for assurance: "Are you really okay?"
Yang Xingping bent down and approached him.
"It's really alright!"
*
On the other side, Pei Qing stared at the red dot on the computer, watching it move slowly.
Xu An: "What's the difference between this walking and a turtle crawling?"
Pei Qing: "Don't be so irritable."
Xu An looked at the red dot and walked into the cold chain factory.
He basically figured out the group's movements and said to the phone, "All ready, the target is about to set off."
*
In the refrigerated truck, Yang Xingping was squeezed together with several men.
These men should have been told in advance that they didn't say a word when they got on the bus. They just glanced at the people getting on and continued to remain silent, pretending to be mute.
Fortunately, it was a refrigerated truck, so no one noticed even though Duan Qiang was shaking with nervousness.
He recalled the scene when he just met Wen San.
I thought Wen San would interrogate me carefully, but Wen San was covered in smoke and a little absent-minded, so he was able to sneak in.
Yang Xingping frowned, covered his face with his clothes, tapped his cell phone a few times, and leaned obediently against the car wall.
It’s so damn cold!
Next time, Xu An should do this job.
The carriage was closed, and Yang Xingping sat in the car, following the route in his mind.
The car drove for an hour and a half, turned left and went straight, and stopped at a red light...
We should have reached Longxing Bridge now and will be reaching the shore soon.
Looking at the boxes of goods in front of him, he basically decided to go to the port to board the ship.
Finally the car stopped.
There were people doing routine checks outside. Yang Xingping was in the car and didn't see anyone coming in for screening, so the car drove straight into the port.
His cell phone vibrated and he looked down. It was a text message from 10086 about overdue mobile phone payments.
He let out a light click and held down Duan Qiang who was shaking non-stop.
"Stop shaking, is it that cold?"
The car moved forward slowly, and suddenly there was a "clang" sound, the car body tilted and was quickly controlled by the driver.
The people in the car were thrown against the edge of the car.
Yang Xingping quickly grabbed Duan Qiang and stabilized his body.
Someone was hit hard.
"What's going on?"
"Caught?"
"Is it the police?"
…
Yang Xingping listened to the noise outside and heard someone cursing.
"Why did the tire burst suddenly?"
Just as the driver responded and got out of the car for inspection, several plainclothes officers and assistant officers from the port came up. Soon the driver was handcuffed and everyone in the car was taken down.
Duan Qiang finally stopped trembling only after the handcuffs were put on his hands.
He looked at Yang Xingping in handcuffs and asked tremblingly, "Why are you handcuffed too?"
Yang Xingping: "I am with you, so of course I have to be tortured."
He looked up at the dark clouds, and the phone in his arms stopped ringing, so the call over there must be over.
*
Xu An took Wen San back to the interrogation room.
As a middleman, Wen San did not resist much when he was arrested.
He sat in the interrogation room and asked Xu An for a cigarette. The cigarette was unlit and he stared blankly with his mouth between his teeth.
Pei Qing pushed the door open and walked in, holding a color print photo of Wen Zhuo in his hand.
In the photo, Wen Zhuo has dull eyes and sits huddled at the foot of the bed.
She pushed the photo towards Wensan.
"Your brother."
Wen San bit the cigarette and glanced at Pei Qing.
After a minute, he put down the cigarette.
"What do you want?"
Pei Qing said seriously: "We are just thinking about you. Are you confident about your brother's safety?"
Xu An followed closely: "According to our investigation, your brother had the surgery in Thailand, and the surgery was done very quickly, which is inconsistent with the kidney schedule. However, judging by the results, the surgery was far from successful."
He looked at Wen San.
"It means all your efforts are wasted. It's easy to get on the boat but hard to get off."
Wen San slammed the cigarette on the table in annoyance.
Pei Qing: "Our colleague went to the mental hospital and had a brief chat with your brother's doctor. Of course, the doctor was very professional and didn't reveal too much, but the doctor said that there was nothing wrong with your brother physically."
She changed the subject and asked directly, "Does your brother know where his transplanted kidney came from? We compared the time he returned to China and the time he was admitted to the mental hospital. There was a year in between. He didn't have problems right after the transplant."
Xu An: "Think it through! This is your only chance! Leniency for confession, severity for resistance! Your brother is in a mental hospital now. We have assigned police to protect him 24 hours a day. His survival is proof of his crime. Do you think your accomplices who are not in harmony with you will let him go? The manager under you doesn't even know that your brother is in a mental hospital! You don't trust them at all!"
Wen San sat in the chair with his eyelids slightly open, his mind wandering to who knows where.
Pei Qing looked at him, then looked at Wen Zhuo's photo.
"You brothers look quite similar, have you noticed?"
Wen San recovered and responded.
"Wenzhuo looks like my mother, not me at all. His personality is completely different from mine."
He was silent for a moment, then said, "I am guilty, and my brother is not guilty."
After he spoke, the reins that had been in control for a long time finally came out of his control.
Wen San: "Originally, Wen Zhuo was very optimistic. We were waiting in line for a kidney, but it was too difficult. Various accidents always occurred during the period, and our schedule was always pushed back. Wen Zhuo's condition was getting worse day by day, and we couldn't wait. I asked people for help, but there were always stronger connections... One day, I went to a dinner party, and I was drunk and said that the queue was too difficult. Someone told me that he had a way..."
Getting on the ship was the beginning of a nightmare, and now the trial has finally come.
*
The wind and rain were blowing, and raindrops as big as beans fell on the windows, making crackling sounds.
“It’s raining—”
"My window was open."
In the bureau, everyone was in a hurry and was startled by the sudden rain.
In the interrogation room, Wen San began to describe the process of getting on the ship in a low voice.
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