Chapter 452: Thorough Interrogation
In early spring, the courtyard was in the shade and all the windows in the house were nailed shut. The house was gloomy and the white walls had turned blue. The house had not been ventilated for a long time, and the smell of dust and coal ash made people's noses sore.
There was a wooden table in the middle of the room, with an army green desk lamp on it.
There was a stool directly opposite the table, which looked like a simple version of a police station interrogation room.
In the corner of the wall were piled hemp ropes, wooden sticks, shovels, hoes... and a coal stove that had been kicked to pieces.
Ye Rou moved her nose and faintly smelled the smell of blood and alcohol, very faint but very pungent.
She frowned and looked to the west, followed the smell, and found a bloody iron hoe in the corner of the wall.
The hoe was rectangular, rusty, and had a wide, flat blade stained with blood.
The hemoglobin in the blood contains ferrous ions. If the blood is exposed to air, the ferrous ions will be oxidized into iron ions, causing the blood to change from bright red to dark red or reddish brown.
Ye Rou deduced that the bloodstains on the hoe were no more than a day old.
She put down the hoe and checked her other tools for bloodstains.
Ye Roufan's hands were covered in dust, and he couldn't find a second bloody tool.
The blood-stained hoe must have been thrown here by someone.
Ye Rou brushed the dust off her hands.
This place is more dangerous than she thought.
Her eyes turned and she clicked on the system panel.
The panel suddenly appeared in mid-air like a stream of water, clear and azure.
Ye Rou found the system backpack, which contained a piece of blue talisman paper.
This was the reward she got after eating the melons of Zhu Bingying and her three teammates.
The blue prank talisman paper has the effect of bringing bad luck to the person who sticks it on for the whole day.
Ye Rou's fingertips hovered above the use key.
She was hesitating whether to use this talisman on Zhou Quan.
I always feel that it is not worth using it on Zhou Quan.
As she was hesitating, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the hut.
Ye Rou put away the panel.
The next second, the door was pushed open.
The weather is bad today. It’s a cloudy day that we haven’t seen in a long time. It should be raining soon. The wet and stuffy weather makes people feel even more irritable.
The person who opened the door was Zhou Quan.
He stood with his back to the light, his delicate face mostly covered by shadows. He was used to looking at people with his head down, and he looked gloomy and ghostly.
At this moment, he raised his eyes and stared at Ye Rou, with a strange smile on his pale face.
"Hello, Comrade Ye Rou."
He closed the door behind him, sat down at the table, and gestured, "Please sit down."
Ye Rou sat down.
“Bang!”
He reached out and turned on the desk lamp, and the dark room suddenly became bright.
Zhou Quan clasped his hands together, resting his elbows on the table, and asked, "I heard from Qian Hui that your father was the commander of a military region and your grandfather was the director of the CPPCC. Is that true?"
His tone was subtle, like pure curiosity.
Ye Rou did not answer immediately, but asked: "Are they related to today's interrogation?"
Zhou Quan uttered two "ohs" and said calmly, "It has nothing to do with the content of the interrogation, but it will affect the method we use to interrogate you."
He blinked and whispered, "We will be gentler towards those with backgrounds."
Zhou Quan's last words were very frivolous and playful.
It was supposed to be a joke, but it wasn't funny at all.
Because he is so gloomy, even his smile makes people feel creepy and chilling.
Under the desk lamp, his facial features were particularly clear.
Ye Rou glanced at Zhou Quan's facial features and suddenly felt a little conflicted.
But I can’t tell what’s wrong.
"Bang!"
Zhou Quan's expression suddenly changed, and he clenched his fist and slammed the table.
The loud noise caused debris to fall from the roof.
Ye Rou's hearing was more sensitive than that of ordinary people, and she rubbed her ears uncomfortably.
Zhou Quan interpreted her expression as fear and asked sternly, "Ye Rou, do you know your mistake?"
Ye Rou continued to rub her ears and said unhappily, "What did I do wrong?"
Seeing Ye Rou didn't care, Zhou Quan said coldly: "The whistleblower said that you used the banned work to participate in the competition, which is wrong!"
"Banned works?"
Ye Rou tilted her head and kindly reminded, "If I remember correctly, the writer was rehabilitated last year."
Zhou Quan frowned.
In fact, he had no understanding of literary works at all, and he did not expect Ye Rou to be so calm and even dare to refute him.
Ye Rou was wearing a dark blue dress with a light grey vest on the outside. She sat upright on the chair. A gust of wind blew the hair across her forehead, but her expression remained calm.
This shows that Zhou Quan’s roars and accusations did not scare her.
Ye Rou’s reaction made Zhou Quan even angrier.
He suddenly felt like a circus monkey jumping up and down and performing for people!
This metaphor irritated Zhou Quan, who angrily said, "Rehabilitation doesn't mean his work has no problems."
"Oh."
Ye Rou chuckled.
She has gorgeous facial features and is quite aggressive. When she is not smiling, she looks very cold, and her half-closed eyes are full of contempt.
Zhou Quan is a man who cares a lot about face. He felt ashamed when a woman mocked him in the face.
He was filled with uncontrollable anger from the bottom of his heart, and the veins on his neck were particularly obvious because of gritting his teeth.
"Ye Rou, do you think I can't do anything to you?"
Zhou Quan's tone was gloomy.
He stood up, put his hands on the table, and the light illuminated half of his face.
Zhou Quan suddenly laughed.
The sinister smile was full of ill intentions.
He said, "Do you know how we interrogate a woman like you?"
Ye Rou looked at him calmly.
The calmer she was, the more Zhou Quan wanted to destroy her.
He said obscenely: "You are a woman, and what our yard lacks the least is men."
There is no woman who does not fear this threat.
Zhou Quan couldn't wait to see Ye Rou's frightened look.
But Ye Rou was not afraid at all, and looked at him with inquiry and curiosity.
Then, suddenly, she asked, "Are you mixed-race?"
Seeing Zhou Quan's expression froze, Ye Rou knew that she had guessed right.
Zhou Quan has deep eye sockets and soft facial features, which always give people a faint sense of contradiction. It was not until he was placed under the light that his already deep and three-dimensional facial features became more obvious, and Ye Rou came to this conclusion.
Ye Rou said to herself, "The overall depth of your facial features isn't obvious. I guess your mother is a true mixed-race, and you inherited some of her genes."
"Shut up." Zhou Quan suddenly yelled.
Ye Rou looked at him.
He crossed his arms, a typical self-protective posture in psychology.
It turns out that I can’t mention my mother.
I told her not to mention it, but she insisted on bringing it up.
Ye Rou continued: "Your skin is very white, so your mother must be of mixed white race."
The skin color of Europeans is more like the dead white of plaster statues. Zhou Quan's skin color is like this, a stiff white with no sense of clarity.
"Your mother..."
"I told you to shut up!"
Zhou Quan roared angrily, his eyes bloodshot, "I don't have a mother, and that woman is not worthy of being my mother!"
He is an illegitimate child.
This is not the thing that makes him feel the most inferior.
What made him feel most inferior was that the woman who gave birth to him was a street prostitute who made money by selling her body.
She gave birth to him in the name of love, but did not give him a happy family and a healthy environment for growth.
Before he was twelve years old, he lived in a partitioned room of less than ten square meters.
His mother slept most of the day.
At night, she would start dressing up, putting on bright makeup and leaving. When she came back, there was always a man by her side.
He grew up in such an environment and suffered from grievances and bullying.
I originally thought that he was born lowly and was supposed to live this kind of life.
First when I was twelve years old.
She has a deadly disease.
Before she died, she called her father.
He finally knew the truth.
His mother was not born lowly.
She was originally a young lady from a wealthy family. She was raised in luxury since childhood, studied abroad, and could play the violin, piano, and ballroom dance.
She advocates free love and hates arranged marriages at home.
The fiancé her family arranged for her was silent and old-fashioned. He believed that women should stay at home to take care of children, should not show up in public, should not have a career or pursuits, and should not even have thoughts.
She would never marry such a man.
For this, she fought back desperately.
When she first angered the man, he forced her to fulfill her wife's obligations in advance, thinking that by taking away her innocence, he could completely control her.
Her parents were unmoved by their daughter's crying and even scolded her for being ignorant.
The woman was extremely disappointed with the family.
She pretended to compromise, but on her wedding day, she climbed out the window and left home, and never returned for the next twenty years until her death.
After hearing this story, Zhou Quan looked at the woman lying on the hospital bed, no longer as beautiful as she used to be. He felt no gratitude or reluctance in his heart, but instead overwhelming hatred.
In his opinion, women are too selfish.
She gave up everything for the so-called freedom, but has she ever considered that her children will have to live a hard life with her?
After being taken back to the Zhou family, he was given a new name - Zhou Quan.
He is not his father's only son.
My father married two women. His first wife died of complications during childbirth after giving birth to Zhou Nan.
His second wife was his mother's sister, his aunt.
His mother ran away from the marriage without permission, and the man was furious. In order to appease his anger, his aunt, who was only fifteen years old, hurriedly got into the bridal sedan.
My aunt has no children, or if she did, they were aborted by a man with a bad temper.
Zhou Quan was taken back to the Zhou family and registered under his aunt's name.
But his aunt didn't love him, she even hated him because of his mother.
His father didn't like him either. He treated him like a cat or dog, feeding him casually and never planning anything for him.
Zhou Quan was often beaten by his aunt, and his personality became more extreme and gloomy.
It also made his hatred for his biological mother even stronger.
If she hadn't been selfish, he would have been the second young master of the Zhou family, born into a life of luxury like his elder brother.
In his opinion, women should not read or learn to read. They should stay at home and wait for men to marry them and give birth to children.
He hated the pursuit of freedom at the expense of his mother.
I hate women who are as thoughtful and eloquent as her even more!
Zhou Quan looked at Ye Rou with a vicious look.
"That woman is, you know what?"
Seeing Ye Rou still looking calm.
Zhou Quan put his hands on his belt and stared at Ye Rou's face. No, it was full of cruelty and viciousness.
"It's okay if you don't know. I can help you find out."
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