The next morning, Gao's father got up but did not see Gao Gao or breakfast.
"When did this child learn to stay out all night?"
After muttering a few words, Mr. Gao began washing up and cooking.
He just needs to do his own thing; the kid will definitely cook for the old man and his mother at the hospital.
The phone rang before the food was even ready.
Upon closer inspection, it was found to be Gao's mother's.
"Hey, what's up...?"
"Goldman Sachs, you bastard! My son's been arrested, and you haven't said a word? How can you be so spineless, just watching your son get taken away like that?..."
Before Gao's father could react, he was met with a barrage of criticism from Gao's mother.
"Who arrested him? He said he went out to see a friend last night."
Mr. Gao looked completely bewildered. His son was going to be arrested? You must be joking.
"I can't even see my friends! The Shanghai police called me and said my son killed someone, sob sob sob..."
As she spoke, Gao's mother began to cry.
My son finally came home, but after only a few days, he was arrested again, this time for murder...
"Murder? Impossible, everything was fine last night..."
Gao's father panicked. He knew exactly what the crime of murder was. No matter how high-ranking or powerful you were, if you crossed that line, you would only face death.
Mr. Gao threw down the kitchen knife, put on his slippers, and got into the car. He had to hurry and find out what was going on.
...
Meanwhile, Du Yibing, who was in Shanghai, also received a call from Gao's mother.
"Xiao Bing, aren't you a lawyer? Come quick! My son has killed someone!"
Although Gao's mother was not highly educated, she watched television frequently and knew that she should find a lawyer for her son.
When she thought about finding a lawyer, she thought of her senior classmate, Du Yibing.
"Auntie, don't worry, I'll get up right away and arrive by noon. Also, please stay calm. There must be some misunderstanding. Xiao Ang would never kill someone indiscriminately."
Du Yibing calmly comforted Gao's mother for a few words before hurriedly packing up and boarding the next available flight to Central China.
The reason she didn't "kill indiscriminately" was also due to the lawyer's meticulousness.
Since the Shanghai Municipal Public Security Bureau dared to arrest people across provinces, it means they must have evidence.
Therefore, she could only guess that Gao Ang killed someone out of desperation or in excessive self-defense.
...
That noon, the old man was playing with Xiaohua in his hospital bed.
This cat is so well-behaved. It runs around freely, knows how to keep clean, and will run to the bathroom by itself when it needs to pee. After it finishes peeing, it even knows to flush the toilet. It's like it's become a spirit.
"Old Li, it's time to eat."
The old man glanced at the food but didn't touch his chopsticks.
Where is Ang Ang?
The caregiver knew who the old man was referring to. "He probably has something on his mind. I haven't seen him today."
"Just leave it here, I'll eat when I'm hungry."
Knowing the old man's temperament, the caregiver could only helplessly put the food aside.
"Is something wrong today? I haven't seen a single person. Now that the old man is better, you've abandoned him?"
The old man sensed that something was wrong and started to lose his temper.
The caregiver had no choice but to go to Gao's parents.
After a busy morning, Mr. Gao got nothing.
What connections could a lowly teacher like him possibly have? He could only turn to his superior, the high school principal.
But how much influence can a high school principal have? At most, he can only have a tiny bit of influence with the county bureau. Even if the county bureau gives him face, the Shanghai Municipal Bureau doesn't know any high school principal from the county.
The principal relayed the following to him: The county bureau said that they were cooperating with the Shanghai Municipal Bureau in handling the case, and that all orders were to be obeyed by the Shanghai Municipal Bureau.
However, he was given a piece of information: his son might have really killed someone, and the victim was a man from a mountainous country.
The situation was quite serious, so the Shanghai Municipal Public Security Bureau immediately decided to conduct an overnight interrogation of Gao Feng at the local county bureau.
Another factor is that Gao Ang had spent some time in Shanghai, and although his network of connections wasn't large, it was still somewhat troublesome.
Mr. and Mrs. Gao could only weep bitterly in the hospital, but they dared not tell the old man.
The old man just had surgery. Although it was a minimally invasive procedure, there is still a wound. I'm worried that the wound might burst from the stress, since it's in the spinal area. Maybe when Du Yibing arrives, she can come up with some good ideas.
Upon hearing the caregiver's purpose, Mr. Gao patted his wife and said, "You don't need to go. Your eyes are all red from crying. I'll go instead."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Gao's mother sobbed and gave a warning.
Don't worry.
After composing himself, Mr. Gao rubbed his face, forced a smile, and went to the old man's hospital room.
"Dad, you wanted to see me?"
"I'm not looking for you, where's my grandson?"
"Oh, him? He went to see some friends last night, probably drank too much."
The father told a lie on behalf of his son.
"Nonsense! Don't I know my grandson? None of his friends are alcoholics," the old man stared intently into Gao's eyes. "Tell me the truth, what exactly happened?"
"Dad, it's really nothing. You should just focus on getting better."
Mr. Gao pleaded, saying that as a teacher, he would never lie and could only repeat this sentence.
The old man frowned. He could tell that Gao's father's eyes were red, and even if he hadn't cried, he had rubbed his eyes.
He had a pretty good idea of what had happened to his precious grandson, but these people were worried about his health and didn't dare tell him.
And it must be something serious, otherwise they wouldn't be in such a hurry.
It's impossible that I'm sick; I was perfectly fine yesterday.
Traffic accident? That's possible. Even if there was a traffic accident, it probably wasn't a big deal, and it shouldn't be this distressing.
Moreover, with the medicine he concocted himself, most injuries should be healed, unless...
As for breaking the law, he simply didn't believe his precious grandson would do such a thing.
"Has something happened to him?"
"Dad, it's really okay."
"Is he dead?"
The old man's somber tone startled Mr. Gao. "No, no, he was just..." He stopped abruptly mid-sentence.
"By what? You fucking stammering, can't you even fart?"
The old man was so angry that he sat up straight in bed, which aggravated the wound on his back and the various tubes inserted into his body.
The surrounding instruments immediately started beeping incessantly, and the nurses outside the door, Director Zhang from the office, along with Gao's mother and Du Yibing and the others who had just arrived, hurriedly squeezed into the ward.
Dr. Wang tried to reintubate the old man, but the old man glared at him and said, "Everyone's here. Tell me, what happened?"
His gaze swept over everyone, finally stopping on Du Yibing. "Who are you?"
"Grandpa Li, I am Du Shanhe's granddaughter, Du Yibing. You can just call me Xiaobing."
Du Yibing replied sweetly, bowing slightly as a gesture of respect.
"Oh, Xiao Du, we just chatted a while ago. Don't you work at some firm?"
“Yes, legal affairs…” Du Yibing stammered halfway through her sentence, realizing she might have said something wrong.
Judging from the situation, none of them dared to tell the old man about Gao’s good fortune.
The old man got so angry, it must be because of something expensive.
"Yes, a law firm, shouldn't it handle cases for prisoners?"
The old man had been out of touch with worldly affairs for many years and wasn't very clear about the definition of a law firm, but he had watched some television programs and had a general understanding of what such a firm did.
“Um,” Du Yibing glanced around furtively and, finding no one to help her, could only bite the bullet and continue, “It’s not for the criminals, it’s for the suspects, the suspects.”
"Little girl, you let it slip."
The old man suddenly chuckled. "How can a lawyer only defend the suspect? There are lawyers in divorce cases too; you see them all on TV."
The old man's casual trickery made Du Yibing's true intentions crystal clear.
If she had said she was just stopping by to visit him, the old man wouldn't have guessed so much.
However, she directly refuted the old man's words, changing "criminal" to "suspect," which clearly told the old man that Gao Ang had committed a crime, and a serious one at that.
If the word "suspect" is used, how could it be a trivial matter?
Du Yibing was taken aback, and instantly understood the meaning behind the old man's words, lowering her head in shame.
On the one hand, she felt ashamed of her lack of rigor; on the other hand, her lack of rigor had led the old man to guess something, and this matter would eventually be exposed, which would surely upset the old man. And the one who started all of this was her.
Who will speak?
The old man looked around, but no one dared to utter a sound.
Gao's parents certainly wouldn't say anything; they would pretend they knew nothing until the very last moment.
Director Zhang was practically outside the door; he couldn't be counted on.
"Little girl, go ahead and tell me."
Du Yibing lowered his head, not knowing how to speak.
Suddenly she felt someone poke her in the ribs. She guessed it must be Gao's mother: Well, you family really have it, you insist on making me, an outsider, push forward.
After carefully considering his words, Du Yibing explained the general situation to the old man:
"It's nothing serious. Xiao Ang was just taken in for questioning by the Shanghai Municipal Public Security Bureau. As long as they don't have any evidence, he should be released after 24 hours."
The old man closed his eyes with satisfaction and nodded slightly. "Didn't they say on TV that lawyers can meet with prisoners? Go and see him."
“Okay, Grandpa Li, I’m here to handle this matter.”
After everyone left, the old man stroked Xiao Hua a couple of times, muttering, "Xiao Hua, I don't think this matter is so simple."
"Meow." Her tone was low; Little Flower hadn't seen Baldy in a long time.
Du Yibing, along with Gao's parents, arrived at the county police station, hoping to meet with Gao Ang as his defense lawyer.
The reply I received was: I can meet with the defense lawyer, but not with my parents.
It was only at this point that Du Yibing realized the seriousness of the situation.
During the phone call, Gao's mother did not tell her that Gao Gao had been shown an arrest warrant.
It wasn't that Gao's mother didn't want to tell her, but rather that she herself didn't understand the difference between them. How could a housewife like her know so much?
The county bureau officers took Du Yibing to the interrogation room, but they were stopped at the door.
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