Chapter 62 Sent to the Police Station
Chapter 62
The resident singer in the bar sang a Tibetan song with lyrics about how friendship lasts forever. The deep male voice murmured melodiously, bringing people into that mysterious and holy snowy land.
Wen Xi stared at Fang Qingyang. He was surprised that he would say "talk about your blood" so bluntly. But Wen Xi did not react. He just said, "Where do you want to talk?"
Fang Qingyang was a little surprised. He didn't expect Wen Xi to agree so decisively. He moved his lips, hesitated, paused and said, "Let's go to the alley outside the door. Be quiet and let's talk."
The moment Fang Qingyang showed his face, a bodyguard guarding behind Wen Xi walked quietly behind Fang Qingyang.
Wen Xi raised her eyes and looked at the bodyguard Ah Hang, who nodded. Wen Xi looked at Fang Qingyang's anxious and haggard face, lowered her eyelids, and said, "Let's go."
Wen Xi followed Fang Qingyang out and met a colleague on the way. The colleague was stunned to see Fang Qingyang, who had resigned and reappeared in Ni Ye Club. He greeted Fang Qingyang and asked him why he had lost so much weight recently.
Fang Qingyang first glanced at Wen Xi, looking a little hesitant. Under the thoughtful gaze of his colleagues, he sneered and laughed it off.
The corridor was dimly lit, so it didn't matter what his colleague was thinking. However, Wen Xi was standing one step to the side of Fang Qingyang, and could clearly see the resentment in his eyes as he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Wen Xi frowned in disgust and thought, Fang Qingyang is indeed a folk movie star. It would have been fine if he had deliberately pretended to have insomnia, but now that his evil deeds have been exposed and everyone knows the truth, he still pretends to be a black-hearted white lotus who is being bullied.
Who is the villain after all?
The two came to a familiar place - the alley where Wen Xi was kidnapped while walking at night after get off work, which was at the entrance of the alley near the Ni Ye Club.
There is no surveillance, and usually nearby residents would occasionally take a shortcut, but today the heavy rain has just stopped and there is no one on the road, making it a good place for a quiet and hidden confrontation.
After walking a few steps forward, Fang Qingyang stopped in the middle of the alley, turned around and stood still, staring straight into Wen Xi's eyes, like a person walking in the desert and dying of thirst but saw water, and said: "On the Hedonie, I drew your blood and sold it to a foreign man named Ao."
He stretched out his hand and opened his palm: "Five hundred thousand."
Fang Qingyang was so straightforward that Wen Xi didn't bother to talk nonsense and said directly: "You have worked in Niye for many years. You don't have a hobby that costs money. Logically speaking, you are not short of money."
"Why are you selling my blood? Five hundred thousand. Fang Qingyang, do you know how many years you will be sentenced for selling blood privately?"
Fang Qingyang's shoulders slumped, and his tone was distressed: "Fixed-term imprisonment of more than five years but less than ten years. If the circumstances are serious, fixed-term imprisonment of more than ten years."
"Do you know why people break the law knowingly?"
It is only a matter of time before this money is earned in Ni Ye Club. Why did Fang Qingyang take the risk to steal blood?
"Because I have no other choice, Wenxi," Fang Qingyang said with a bitter smile, "I am a homosexual."
Wen Xi frowned and asked in confusion: "What does this have to do with you being gay?"
"Of course it matters!" Fang Qingyang clenched his fists, his chest heaving. He stared at Wen Xi with a sad tone, "I come from a small place. My family gave up on me when they knew I was a homosexual. All their thoughts were on my brother. My parents don't love me. Only those who can carry on the family line are sons!"
"My brother was drunk and hit someone and killed him. He wanted to settle the matter privately. The other party wanted 2.7 million yuan for his life. My parents are farmers and can barely make ends meet. How can they afford to buy someone's life? I am the only one who can pay for it!"
"I have saved for so many years and have saved more than 2 million yuan. I want to buy myself a house and have a home in the provincial capital."
"They know I have money, so they want me to take it. If my brother goes to jail, he will be sentenced to death. We are blood relatives, so how can I not save him? They want 2.7 million in compensation to keep him alive, and there is still 500,000 that I can't get even if I rob it. I can only think of other ways."
"So someone asked me about you, and I sold him the information. At first it was a few hundred, then a few thousand, and then he offered me 250,000 to secretly draw a tube of your blood. He was in a hurry, so I threatened him, and I doubled the amount. It was just enough money to pay for my brother's life."
"The court session is about to begin. Time is running out. I have no choice but to take a risk and draw a small tube of your blood."
Wen Xi looked at Fang Qingyang coldly, with a feeling of resentment, disgust, pity and ridiculousness accumulating in his chest.
Until now, he is still pretending to be sympathetic.
"Homosexuality and an unhappy family are not excuses for committing crimes, and playing the victim will not work for me."
Fang Qingyang's hidden thoughts were exposed by Wen Xi. He looked up at Wen Xi in astonishment and said angrily, "What are you talking about? You are a child of destiny. You are good-looking and your boss spends so much money on you. You also won the world championship and your life is smooth sailing. What do you know?"
Is life a smooth journey?
His mother died tragically, and he became an orphan when he was a minor. After three years of exploitation, he gritted his teeth and paid back one million yuan, and was then asked for his bone marrow by Wen Guoqing, who was desperate.
This can be considered a smooth life
Wen Xi would give himself a thumbs up and praise his luck for being able to live until now.
Wen Xi sneered. Fang Qingyang, who was hysterical, half-closed his eyelids, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, and his hostility was fully revealed.
Fang Qingyang had never seen such an aggressive Wen Xi, as if he had become a different person, or maybe he had never known the real Wen Xi.
In Fang Qingyang's memory, this handsome boy was always gentle, easy to talk to, and had no temper.
Wen Xi just looked at Fang Qingyang expressionlessly and said, "Do you know what they are using this tube of blood you drew?"
"What are you doing?" Fang Qingyang's heart tightened, and he spoke anxiously: "No matter what it is for, you are standing here well now."
"It's a bone marrow match."
Fang Qingyang widened his eyes.
Wen Xi's eyebrows were cold, but the corners of his lips curled up in a sneer: "They forced my bone marrow, Fang Qingyang, you should be thankful that nothing happened to me, otherwise you would have to stay in prison for another five years."
Fang Qingyang was like a chicken being strangled by the neck. He let out a sound of disbelief. His face turned pale and he said in panic, "I don't know. I didn't expect that little bit of blood was used for bone marrow matching."
"Someone came to me to inquire about you, saying that you were a lost child. I did the blood test for paternity testing. I thought it was just a blood test. If it works, you'll be rich. If it doesn't, it won't have much of an impact. Just think of it as a mosquito bite that will earn me $500,000. I was so short of money at the time, so I just took a chance."
"I felt guilty for drawing your blood. I didn't dare to face you, so I resigned and left. Wenxi, I never intended to really hurt you from the beginning to the end."
"You helped me return to the rich family, and you took a little money as a reward. The reasons you found for yourself are very sufficient." Wen Xi raised her eyelids to look at him, "Since you left, why did you come back?"
Fang Qingyang's face was bitter: "My brother is dead. He jumped off the building and committed suicide. So the money is useless."
He took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Wen Xi. "I'll return the money to you. You don't have any safety issues now. For the sake of our acquaintance, will you forgive me?"
"There are 600,000 yuan in it, and 100,000 yuan is my compensation. Can you please not sue me? My parents are old, and losing a son is a huge blow to them. If I go to jail again, they will die."
"Wenxi, please give me a way to live."
Fang Qingyang spoke in a very humble tone, crying and begging Wen Xi to let him go. Wen Xi looked at Fang Qingyang, who was crying and snotting, and stretched out his hand. His fingertips slowly approached the bank card. When his fingertips touched the thin card, Fang Qingyang stopped crying, raised his head and looked at Wen Xi hopefully.
When Fang Qingyang was feeling lucky and thought he could escape successfully, Wen Xi's fingertips suddenly pressed down.
Then, he took a step back, kept his distance, and stood indifferently at the entrance of the alley facing the light.
"How is that possible?"
Under Fang Qingyang's incredulous gaze, Wen Xi rubbed his fingertips, as if there was something dirty on his hands. Unintentional actions are the most deadly to humiliate people. He smiled lightly, the smile did not reach his eyes, and spoke in the calmest tone:
"The money will go somewhere, but not now. Fang Qingyang, I will not forgive your Holy Father just because he tells me you're miserable. Go and tell the judge about your desperate words."
Fang Qingyang gritted his teeth, holding the bank card tightly in his hand. "So you really want me to go to jail? Are you going to force my whole family to death?"
Wen Xi ignored his moral blackmail and said firmly: "Fang Qingyang, if anything happens to me because of forced bone marrow extraction, you will be a murderer. Just five to ten years in prison is already a merciful punishment for you."
Fang Qingyang was furious, looked at Wen Xi fiercely, and roared: "It was just a little blood drawn, aren't you fine now!"
His eyes were red and his tone became more and more excited. He threw the bank card away and reached into his sleeve. He actually took out a fruit knife and pointed the tip of the knife at Wen Xi's neck.
"Didn't I take care of you? Wenxi, how could you be so cruel? I've already apologized, but you insist on pushing me to the brink of death. Then you should die with me!"
Fang Qingyang rushed over with a knife in hand as he spoke. Wen Xi had long been warned by A Quan that something was wrong with Fang Qingyang, so he was extremely wary of him.
When the tip of the knife was one meter away from Wen Xi, he dodged sideways, turned around quickly, and kicked Fang Qingyang hard in the back of the heart.
It was a solid kick, swift and powerful, that sent the dazed Fang Qingyang two meters away. He was caught off guard, staggered and fell to the ground, the tip of the knife stabbed the ground and broke backwards, Fang Qingyang couldn't hold it steady, couldn't dodge, and was pushed down.
Crash——
The sharp blade cut the palm of his hand, tearing the skin and bleeding.
Fang Qingyang cried out in pain, then started cursing, staggering to his feet, and regardless of the bleeding palm, he continued to rush towards Wen Xi with the knife in his left hand.
However, before he could pick up the knife, the bodyguard hiding in the dark rushed out and kicked Fang Qingyang on the wrist, and the knife was thrown out.
Bang!
The knife fell.
Just three seconds.
Fang Qingyang was pinned to the ground with his hands tied behind his back, A Quan's knee pressed against his back, and his head slammed against the rough gravel ground.
One could even hear the sound of Fang Qingyang's face hitting his bones.
Wen Xi squatted down and looked at Fang Qingyang's scratched and bleeding cheeks, and asked hesitantly: "A Quan, he doesn't have a concussion, right?"
Ah Quan grabbed Fang Qingyang's hair and lifted his head up. He took a look and said with some disgust, "No, I know my limits."
Fang Qingyang was suddenly pushed to the ground and was unable to react for a moment. Now Wen Xi was squatting in front of him. He saw a tall and strong man with a video recorder in his hand walking up from behind Wen Xi.
He suddenly realized that Wen Xi followed him on purpose.
He already knew that he had a knife, and deliberately left him alone so that he would confess and commit the crime, so that he could have evidence against him and add another crime.
Fang Qingyang looked at Wen Xi with resentment. His chest was held down and he was gasping for breath while speaking in an incomprehensible dialect. Judging from his ferocious expression, what he said was probably not a good thing.
Wen Xi turned a deaf ear to Fang Qingyang's insults. Seeing that he was indifferent, Fang Qingyang coughed weakly and said in a dying struggle: "You did it on purpose."
"Isn't your apology fake too? What qualifications do you have to judge me?"
Wen Xi lowered her eyes with a cold expression. She reached out and moved the crooked brim of Fang Qingyang's hat, straightening it in front of Fang Qingyang's horrified look.
The sirens grew louder.
Wen Xi stood up, and the bodyguard handed him the bank card with 600,000 yuan in it. It was a very thin card, and the edges were faded from being rubbed.
A burst of hurried footsteps echoed at the entrance of the alley.
Wen Xi looked at Fang Qingyang disdainfully, loosened his fingertips, and the bank card fell on his pale face.
"Fang Qingyang, you should have thought about the consequences when you broke the law knowingly."
"It's no use hating me. If you want to hate someone, hate yourself for not having the courage to fight for a decent life."
*
It was an hour later when I came out of the police station.
Wenxi looked up and saw that the sky had cleared up. The afterglow of the sun shone through the clouds, creating orange-red ripples.
Is God also happy when the bad guys are brought to justice?
Thanks to his unremitting efforts, one of the three waves of bad guys has been caught. Wen Xi felt a sense of accomplishment. He took out his mobile phone and took a photo with the police station service hall.
With a serious face, he gave a thumbs up solemnly.
After I calmed down, A Quan came over and said the car was ready.
Wen Xi responded and was about to go back to school to study for the postgraduate entrance exam. When he walked towards the gate of the police station, he saw a strange man in a suit and tie standing at the door, looking at him with a smile.
I originally thought it was just an unintentional eye contact, but as I walked out, the man's gaze followed me.
What's going on?
Wen Xi paused as he was walking out and looked back at the gate of the district police station.
S——
Bad guys can’t just go to the police station and kidnap people, right?
Wen Xi walked out of the door in confusion. The man in the suit came up to him with a smile and said politely, "Hello, Master Wen. I'm Gu Quan."
Ah...his nickname is Daju...
Wen Xi blinked and asked in confusion: "Who are you?"
Gu Quan smiled and extended his hand: "I am the assistant of President Yan's mother. Madam wants to invite you to her home for a chat."
Wen Xi was stunned, his mind was confused.
Gu Quan continued: "Are you free now?"
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