Chapter 194 Mountain
Zhou Jianguo went back to the Ergang dormitory area early in the morning.
But Zhou Yi was not seen at home. He looked the same as when he left yesterday. It was obvious that his son had not returned home all night.
I couldn't help but feel a little worried.
When coming out of the Ergang dormitory, several police cars passed by in front of him. Zhou Jianguo saw that these police cars looked different from the usual ones, and the words "Armed Police" were printed on them.
He muttered, "What's going on? Why is everything so unsettled lately?"
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In the public restroom of the No. 3 female dormitory building at Hongcheng University, Lu Xiaoshuang, who had just woken up, was brushing her teeth while memorizing English words in a booklet.
But my mind was all on Zhou Yi. After Zhou Yi left in a hurry yesterday, I didn’t know how he was doing now.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the corridor outside.
She spat out the foam in her mouth, rinsed her mouth, and walked out, running into her roommate Youyou.
He asked, "Why is there so much noise? What happened?"
Youyou said, "It seems that the school gate is closed and no one is allowed to enter or leave."
"Ah, then I have to go to work after class this afternoon, what should I do?"
Youyou, holding a toothbrush and a water cup, spread his hands and said, "I can't help it. I don't know what happened."
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In the three interrogation rooms of the Municipal Bureau, three captured kidnappers are being interrogated.
Wu Yongcheng instructed them to pry open the three people's mouths and get useful clues about Brother Long from them to provide direction for the city-wide search.
Jiang Biao was responsible for interrogating the man with scar eyes, but the other party was completely uncooperative. He either kept silent or cursed loudly, threatening to kill several policemen to bury his brother with him, especially the policeman who deceived him, and he would not let him go even if he became a ghost.
Shi Tao was responsible for interrogating the fat man.
The person Qiao Jiali was responsible for interrogating was Nana, the woman whose real name was Hu Ying.
"Name!" Qiao Jiali asked.
"Nana." Nana, who was sitting opposite, said, fiddling with her slender fingers painted with red nail polish.
Qiao Jiali knocked on the table: "Say your real name! The name on your ID card!"
"Let me think about it. I haven't used my real name for a long time... I can't remember it." Nana smiled disdainfully.
"Watch your attitude. Know where you are now. Don't try to get away with this attitude!" Qiao Jiali said sternly. Although the woman opposite was young, she gave people a very mature feeling, which was obviously the result of a long period of struggling in society.
"I'll ask again! Name!"
"Hu Ying."
"age."
Nana didn't answer directly. Instead, she suddenly laughed and looked up bewilderedly. "Officer, I really can't remember that because I don't have an ID card."
"No ID?" Qiao Jiali was stunned. The document in her hand was a fax sent by the Haicheng police. It contained the ID number and household registration information, but there was no copy of Hu Ying's ID. "How could you not have an ID?"
"Really? Why would I lie to you? I ran away from home when I was a teenager. I didn't have an ID card at that time." Nana said lightly.
Without an ID card, it means she ran away from home before she turned sixteen.
"So what have you done in society all these years? How did you go out without an ID?" Qiao Jiali shook the documents in her hand. "You were once punished for prostitution."
"Just use a fake one. Who among the prostitutes would use a real ID card?" Nana said with a smile.
Qiao Jiali could tell that the man wasn't unwilling to cooperate with the interrogation; she might even say she didn't care. She hadn't resisted at all since she was captured in the dock warehouse. Of course, surrounded by armed detectives, she couldn't resist.
There must be something behind this indifferent attitude.
Qiao Jiali's tone slowed down a bit. "Hu Ying, I'm telling you, this is the Hongcheng Municipal Public Security Bureau. Once you're here, don't harbor any more hope. Only by confessing all your crimes can you hope for leniency. Do you understand?"
Nana nodded, but then asked a question in return: "Will I be shot?"
Qiao Jiali thought she was afraid of being sentenced to death and said, "That depends on what specific crimes you have committed..."
Before she could finish her words, Nana said, "I don't want to live anymore. Please just shoot me."
Qiao Jiali suddenly became angry. Was he deliberately playing tricks on her?
Just as he was about to get angry, Nana stretched out her hands, clenched her fists and tilted them downwards, revealing her handcuffed wrists from her sleeves.
She said, "Look, I've attempted suicide many times, but I never succeeded."
When Qiao Jiali took a look, she saw four or five knife wounds on each of Nana's wrists, which were scattered all over the place and shocking.
This made Qiao Jiali realize that Hu Ying might have some psychological problems.
"Hu Ying, the law will render the most just judgment, but the prerequisite is that you confess everything. I can see that you are not the kind of person who will refuse to change your ways. Although you are a criminal suspect, I do not wish to judge and criticize you from a condescending attitude."
Qiao Jiali paused and said, "So I hope we can have an equal dialogue, and you can take the initiative to explain everything."
Nana's eyes were a little confused, and she murmured, "Everything..."
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Her home was in a small mountain village in the south, but she had completely forgotten her name. If she had not been arrested by the Haicheng police that time, she would have even forgotten her name "Hu Ying".
She only remembered that the small mountain village was very poor. The clothes she wore since she was a child were all patched, and she could not eat meat twice a year.
What she ate most often were cakes made from grains and wild vegetables, so she was very thin when she was a child, and the children in the village were also very thin.
But she remembered that her mother was very kind to her. She would wrap the steaming hot buns in cloth, put them in her backpack, and let her take them to school.
The backpack is her schoolbag, and the steamed buns are her lunch.
To reach the school, one has to cross a mountain, and the road on the mountain is very narrow, but the villagers are used to it.
She still remembers her deskmate, a little boy with a big head hanging like an apple on his skinny body, who always had a runny nose and wiped it everywhere.
When he was in the third grade, one day he suddenly stopped coming to school.
This kind of thing happened all the time in school. Her father was the same. He thought that going to school was pointless and that it would be better for her to start working on the farm. If her mother hadn't insisted, she would have dropped out of school in the second grade.
However, for children who drop out of school, teachers will go to the students' homes to do ideological work, and then the children who drop out of school will come back after a few days.
But some people didn't come back, so everyone got used to it.
But that day, the teacher walked into the classroom with a sad face and told them that Niu Dazhuang accidentally slipped down the mountain road and died when he was going home from school yesterday.
That was the first time she truly understood the word death.
Unexpectedly, a few years later, she once again deeply felt what this word represented.
She remembered that it was the year she graduated from elementary school, and her parents had an argument about whether she should go to junior high school.
Although the teacher had told her at that time that the country had implemented nine-year compulsory education when she was in the third grade of elementary school, her father still felt that she should not waste time studying and should work at home. Moreover, although there was no tuition fee, buying books still cost money.
That day, Dad beat Mom again because something Mom said angered him. Mom said: I don’t want my daughter to be trapped in the mountains like me and unable to get out for the rest of her life.
Dad beat Mom severely with a hot iron bar, cursing her as he beat her, calling her a piece of shit. He said that scolding her made him lose face and made others laugh at him for not being able to control his wife and that she had become wild.
This was actually not the first time that Dad beat Mom. Ever since my younger brother died that year, Dad had often beaten Mom, especially when he was drunk. Every time he beat her, she would be covered in blood.
My mother always swallowed her anger and dared not resist. The only thing she dared to say no to was her affairs.
Her mother often told her: Ying, study hard. Only studying can change your destiny and lead you out of this mountain.
She has always listened to her mother, studied hard, and always ranked first in the class.
She believed in her mother and wanted to go out, carrying her mother's hope with her.
That day, my father hit my mother with an iron bar over and over again. She cried and begged my father to stop, but he kicked her away and hit her head on the millstone beside her, causing her to faint.
When she woke up again, her mother was dead, covered in wounds.
But my mother did not die from being beaten, but from drinking pesticides.
The stench from the empty pesticide bottle next to my mother is a nightmare that will haunt her for the rest of her life.
Later, the villagers helped and buried my mother hastily. No one blamed my father for his violence.
Instead, some people said that the mother was ignorant and actually committed suicide by drinking pesticides, bringing shame to her husband.
Some people said she was stupid, thinking that her daughter was dead and she would not live anymore.
Some people even suggested that if there was an old bachelor in a certain village who wanted to get married, he could marry her to someone else and they would pay him money.
She was stunned. At that moment, she seemed to finally understand why her mother had been so persistent in getting her out of the mountains.
That's not a mountain, that's a cage that imprisons them.
That night, while her father was asleep, she packed the eight wild vegetable cakes in the house into her backpack and went out.
She walked all night long until dawn.
As she passed the mountain road, she seemed to hear someone calling her name.
Looking back, she saw Niu Dazhuang in the moonlight. He still looked like a third-grade student with a runny nose.
Niu Dazhuang waved at her and told her to go forward and never come back in this life.
She rubbed her eyes and found that there was no one behind her.
So she turned around and continued walking forward.
When daybreak came, she saw a dark road stretching into the distance.
She said to her mother in her heart: Mom, I finally got out of the mountains.
But soon, her experience will tell her that she will never be able to get out of that mountain!
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