There was a sudden chaos outside, with police motorcycles chasing after the police car with sirens blaring. A very magical scene appeared in front of many citizens, with a police car and traffic police starting a street chase.
Zhao Si screamed hysterically: "Help!!!"
No matter how you look at it, there are problems with these people!
"Hold on tight, we'll be at the station soon!"
The police car rushed around, ran through several red lights, and after a few beautiful drifts, it successfully shook off the traffic police behind it. The police cheered, but Zhao Si almost vomited.
10 minutes later, Liaohe Road Police Station.
Zhao Si stepped down from the police car with weak legs. When he saw that they had really arrived at the police station, a smile appeared on his face.
The process was tortuous, but at least we finally made it to the police station.
He was greeted by an old policeman who introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Zhao, my name is Zhang Kelin. I am sorry to invite you here in this way. I know you are confused, but this is not the place to talk."
Zhao Si was taken to the director's office. As soon as he entered the room, his eyes were immediately attracted by the figures sitting on the sofa: a young man in a Taoist robe and a female police officer.
Taoist priest?
Although Zhao Si was surprised, he did not say anything. There had been enough strange things happening today, and he would not be surprised if something else happened.
"Please take a seat, Mr. Zhao." Zhang Kelin pointed to a seat slightly further inside, and then introduced him to the strange Taoist priest.
"This is the Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple, his Buddhist name is Miaoyun."
Taoist Miaoyun nodded slightly to him, and Zhao Si replied, "Hello."
The female police officer did not introduce herself. She held a pen and a notebook in her hands, with an indifferent expression, like a machine.
Zhang Kelin sat next to the Taoist priest, while Zhao Si sat opposite them. For some reason, he always felt that the two people in front of him were very wary of him.
Zhang Kelin got straight to the point and said, "Mr. Zhao, the main reason for asking you to come here is the story you posted on the Internet last night. It may involve some confidential information, and we need to confirm it."
"Where did you know that story? Who told you that? Or did you tell it yourself?"
"I made it up." Zhao Si answered without hesitation. After calming down, he confirmed one thing: Brother Yi was probably the main reason.
It all started with that story.
“…”
The scene fell into silence for a moment, and the director and the Taoist priest exchanged glances.
drop!
The voice came from the policewoman, and her hands seemed to leave an afterimage, recording something. At the same time, Zhao Si noticed the thumb-sized, black iron instrument on her chest. His intuition told him that it was a recording device.
Zhang Kelin continued to ask: "Mr. Zhao, do you know that the story you wrote is exactly the same as the autobiography of Wei Xi, the marshal of the three armies of the Qin State?"
Isn't that just a little story written by a big shot out of boredom? Why is it called an autobiography?
"I know, but it's not exactly the same, just the beginning." Zhao Si managed his expression very well, at least there was no obvious abnormality.
"Why is it the same? Have you seen anyone recently?"
"It must be a coincidence. I was just angry about the incident of [The First Sword on Landing, Kill the One You Love First], so I thought of writing a piece of literature about an ex, but I didn't expect it to become popular by accident." Zhao Si looked around and said something else. "Officer, that's all I know. Can I leave now?"
According to Zhou's laws, a summons cannot last more than 24 hours. Although it has not been an hour yet, he also has the right to request to leave.
The three of them exchanged brief words and made eye contact. Zhang Kelin looked at the Taoist priest, who shook his head slightly, then looked at the policewoman, as if asking for her opinion... The three of them moved frequently and exchanged a lot of eye contact, as if countless messages were being transmitted silently.
Finally, the female police officer took out a tablet, slid her fingertips on it for dozens of seconds, and handed it to Zhang Kelin.
Zhang Kelin smiled in confusion as he looked at the tablet, put it on the table with a clang, and said, "Li Yi, 29 years old, from Yucheng, Qingzhou, with a junior high school education, became a vegetable due to a car accident, and just woke up recently. He was treated in Yucheng Chengbei Urban-Rural Hospital and Qingzhou First Hospital..."
Zhao Si's face suddenly darkened.
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Yucheng, Hanshui Village.
Li Yi sat on a huge rock on the hillside and looked down quietly. Countless houses spread out like leaves along the road.
A small village that can be found everywhere, with a population of no more than 10,000, more than ten kilometers away from the city, a round trip of 40 minutes by bus at most, and an hour by electric car at most. It is called a rural village, but in fact it is more like a subordinate street of Yucheng. Most of the villagers no longer farm, but go to the city to work or run small businesses at home.
Li Yi's home is still where it was ten years ago, on a hillside. The area around it was originally where his Li family lived, but now most people have moved to the road at the foot of the mountain, leaving only the lonely light of Li Yi's home guarding the ancestral hall. Originally, his family was also planning to move out, and even the foundation was laid, but unfortunately they sold it to their uncle's family in order to raise medical expenses.
He estimated that his family owed about 2.1 million yuan in total.
500,000 yuan was from relatives, 600,000 yuan was from Xiao Si, 150,000 yuan was from the bank, and the rest was from someone unknown. Since six years ago, someone had been transferring money to his father's account every month, starting with 1,000, 2,000 yuan, then 10,000, 20,000, and even 30,000 yuan.
Father Li didn't know who the money belonged to and didn't dare to use it. He didn't use it until he was at his wit's end. But he still stubbornly wrote an IOU with only his own signature on it.
"It's probably hopeless to repeat the year. My family can't afford the expensive tuition. I'll go out to work when I recover. I heard that Donghai has developed and is a good choice. Construction sites can also be considered as they make money quickly. But my body won't recover for a few years. I can't just lie at home during this time."
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