Dali Meng
Zhao Shitou regressed from his manic state back to his cowardly appearance.
He curled up, using both arms to protect his head despite the excruciating pain in one shoulder.
He peeked through the crack with only one eye, stealing a glance at Wang Shuitao.
Backlit, all you can see is a blurry face in the shadows.
He shuddered and dared not look again.
He started trembling; he must have done something wrong, and the people below Zhu Nujiang had overheard him.
Just like in the storybooks, he was going to be killed by a ghost, killed...
The troublesome little fool named Qian Guang had already plopped down on Zhao Shitou's back, pinning his hands behind his back and locking them tightly.
His mother was also a widow, and he had an older brother and sister, neither of whom were cowards.
When I was little, a woman with three children would bravely step forward time and time again, brandishing her tailor's scissors to scare everyone away.
His older brother and sister both learned the essence of the art from their mother, but he was always the one who was protected.
As he grew up, in his sister's words, he lost some of his reckless drive.
When Wang Shuitao rushed over with a hammer in hand, he momentarily thought he saw four people.
Meng Songying was already standing not far away, coughing several times while covering her mouth.
Wang Shuitao was still keeping an eye on Zhao Shitou with a hammer in hand, and she didn't let her guard down even though she was temporarily suppressed.
After all, there's no pattern to when a madman goes crazy.
Without turning around, she asked, "Have you caught a cold?"
Meng Songying seemed to be lost in thought or something, and hesitated for a while before finally uttering an "um".
Seeing Taozi's serious expression, he went up and took the hammer, which looked very heavy.
Wang Shuitao's arms were indeed sore. She rubbed her shoulders, didn't argue, and handed the hammer to Meng Songying.
Meng Songying suddenly said, "It's a cold, not contagious."
That's ridiculous. Did anyone ask?
Wang Shuitao: "Oh."
A large group of people in dark figures walked towards the small building.
Four people were pinned down.
Wang Yongwang has sharp eyes; as soon as he arrived, he saw someone rolling around on the ground in front of Xiao Wang's house.
Hesitantly, he asked, "Was that one a thief too?"
"Yes, Zhou Baishen."
Wang Shuitao answered expressionlessly.
The security department immediately dispatched two people to drag Zhou Baican over.
We originally wanted to help him stand up, but it was clear that although there was no problem with his legs, he couldn't concentrate on walking for the time being.
One of them asked curiously, "Girl, what did you do to that guy surnamed Zhou?"
Wang Shuitao pursed her lips, shrugged, and said expressionlessly, "He wanted to open my door. I was making syrup, and when I saw the door open, I got excited and accidentally splashed it on his face."
The rustling voices suddenly grew louder and became quite noisy.
They were all workers at the sugar factory; who wouldn't know the temperature of the syrup?
Meng Songying approached with some concern: "Don't say any more."
He frowned, quickly put his hand on Wang Shuitao's shoulder, then quickly let go, becoming somewhat anxious.
"It's alright, this is self-defense after a home invasion robbery, we will testify for you."
Wang Shuitao and Meng Songying turned their heads at the same time and saw two women.
They smiled kindly and explained, "We are police officers here posing as family members, don't be afraid."
"Wow!"
Wang Shuitao couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. With the assurance from a public official, she did feel much more at ease.
What happened next was simple: the four Li brothers were handed over to the police station, while the disputes between Zhao Shitou and Zhou Baican were considered internal factory matters.
It should be handled by the security department.
Factory Director Sun, wearing a coat, raised his hands high and tried desperately to press them down while shouting, "Quiet! Quiet!"
Until no one spoke in the open space anymore.
Then he said to everyone, "Now, go back to sleep. We'll have a general meeting tomorrow morning."
The crowd gradually dispersed.
The security department also escorted Zhao Shitou and Zhou Baican away.
They will continue the interrogation overnight to see if they can recover some of the stolen money, and they will need to go to the police station tomorrow to discuss the matter.
Wang Shuitao looked at Meng Songying, who was standing motionless, tilted her head, and asked him, "Aren't you leaving yet? Thank you for reminding me earlier."
The moonlight shone down, illuminating the cement ground, turning it into a silvery white.
Meng Songying held the hammer up with both hands and handed it back to Wang Shuitao as if it were a precious treasure.
...
nerve.
He was acting really strange tonight.
Wang Shuitao was puzzled, but still asked with concern, "Are you alright? Do you have a fever?"
My brain is fried.
Meng Songying remained silent, only slowly shaking her head.
He actually had a fever, and he was shaking his head so fast that he was afraid of fainting.
Back in her dormitory, Meng Songying quickly fell into a deep sleep again.
In my dream, there was a majestic moon palace, where a little rabbit was pounding medicine, its three-lobed mouth opening and closing.
There was no sound in the dream, but Meng Songying knew that the little rabbit was cursing.
He was cursing himself.
It should sound really good.
The dream had no logic; the stone bowl suddenly grew larger and filled Meng Songying inside.
A huge pestle fell from the sky; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a hammer.
Meng Songying woke up.
He realized that his arm was pressing on his chest, so he straightened up and fell asleep again.
Wang Shuitao returned to her dormitory and, as she did every day before, blocked the door with a table and chairs.
The thieving gang has been caught; I can finally sleep soundly.
The next day, a general meeting was held promptly at 10:00 AM.
The most important step is to return a portion of the embezzled funds.
It's said that a few petty thieves spent money recklessly and used up all their other savings.
Wang Shuitao heard someone angrily say, "If it's not money you earned through hard work, then you don't know how to cherish it."
Another person chimed in, "Yeah, only 60% came back."
Someone nearby said, "It's good enough that even a little bit came back."
Zhao Shitou and Zhou Baican each had a large sign hanging in front of them, one saying "Thief" and the other "Rogue".
They were pulled onto the stage and made to stand.
The rest of Zhou Baishen's family members all worked for the salt industry company.
Although the sugar factory was good, in his mind it could not be compared with the salt industry.
One is a supplement that can be taken for granted, and the other is a necessity.
Twenty or thirty years ago, selling smuggled salt could result in beheading.
That's how important salt is.
But his parents insisted that there was no way to get him into the salt company as well.
After hearing the news, she called him early on to say she wanted to break off their relationship.
Zhou Baican knew he was finished this time, but it was better to suffer less. He stood on the platform and wept bitterly, saying that he knew he was wrong.
Willing to accept any punishment.
Zhao Shitou seemed to have lost his mind, remaining silent even when hit by smelly shoes thrown at him by his men.
Until Wang Shuitao accidentally made eye contact with him.
He suddenly jumped up, and even though he was quickly subdued by the security guards, he still struggled to free one hand, pointing at Wang Shuitao and shouting, "She's a ghost! She's a ghost! The ghost of the Pearl River has climbed ashore!"
He then roared at everyone, "You will all die!"
Wang Shuitao's face turned pale when she thought about her origins.
Meng Songying suddenly stood up, forcefully broke off a large piece of wood from the back of the chair, and stuffed it into Zhao Shitou's mouth.
He shouted sternly, "Do you want to attract those people?"
Such superstitious talk is absolutely forbidden now. If outsiders find out, someone might say these things at a general meeting.
Everyone in the sugar factory had to undergo ideological education.
Although the workers had no good feelings towards the intellectuals, they were also very afraid of the soldiers. For a while, there was a lot of discussion among them.
Wang Shuitao regained her senses, stood up and took two steps forward, seemingly worried, and said, "Could he have gone mad? I heard that if someone is really diagnosed as mad, they won't go to prison and can go to the hospital."
Zhao Shitou's eyes immediately lit up, and he nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I'm crazy, I'm insane, you're a ghost, you're a ghost too."
He started pointing fingers randomly.
Those he pointed to immediately felt extremely unlucky.
Qian Guang punched him hard: "Behave yourself, or you'll regret it!"
Nowadays, making such threats to prisoners is nothing unusual.
No one objected.
Suddenly, Zhao Juan shouted, "Who is this person? They stole our money and don't want to go to jail, so they pretend to be crazy."
The man Zhao Shitou had just pointed at sneered: "Pah! What's with all this faking? Find a small room, block out all the light, lock him up for seventy or eighty days, and let him pretend until he really goes crazy."
After saying that, he stared at the stage with a sinister look.
Although this person never said it aloud, he genuinely believed in demons and monsters. After being touched by Zhao Shitou, he always felt a chill running down his spine.
I hate it so much.
Seeing Zhao Shitou, who was performing just a second ago, immediately quiet down after hearing the suggestion, he felt like he had a fire burning inside him, so he rushed onto the stage and gave him a good beating.
Several security guards stretched out their limp hands, groaning and pleading, but they couldn't stop them.
In the chaos, Wang Shuitao suddenly made two "sucking" sounds.
It's very light.
Meng Songying heard it.
Looking back, observing her expression, I obediently stepped off the stage and walked back to our original seats with her.
Wang Shuitao spread her hands on her knees and bent her fingers.
"Where are your hands? Put them up here, let me take a look."
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