unable to escape

Chapter 43 Chapter 43

"So you gave up and continued the investigation?" Yu Yu asked.

Zhang Zhibai lit another cigarette, his half-closed eyes fixed on the flickering fireworks in front of him.

"Investigate! Why don't you investigate! As I said, as long as there is such a person, there is no fear of not being able to find out. Tang Yuan, you go and investigate the old man Yu Yu said, and I will go back to the bureau to find someone to help."

The two came and went in a hurry. As soon as they left, Yu Yu immediately got out from Duan Ge's back and ran to the balcony to open the window. Fresh air poured in. Yu Yu took a few deep breaths and felt that he was alive.

"You hate the smell of cigarettes so much?" Duan Ge followed and stood behind Yu Yu, raised his finger, and traced the line of the back of Yu Yu's neck, sunken waist and raised buttocks with his fingertips in the air.

"Well, it's annoying."

"Brother Yu Yu." Duan Ge narrowed his eyes and made a decision.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I don't want to live in a dorm when I go to college."

"Ah? Then where do you live? Are you going home?" Yu Yu turned around, leaning against the edge of the window behind him, he was very comfortable in the sun.

Duan Ge shook his head, with a pleading expression on his face: "My home is far away, can I live here? I will share the rent!"

Yu Yu froze for a moment, showing a slightly confused expression. Duan Ge's eyes became flatter and the corners of his mouth drooped in grievance for one more second of silence.

Finally, Yu Yu laughed and patted Duan Ge on the shoulder, "The rent is fine, I just need to change to a bigger bed, and there is no room for two beds in the room."

"I'm here to buy a bed!" Duan Ge answered immediately, sweeping away the previous grievances, his whole body became excited.

Yu Yu licked his lips and suddenly remembered that Zhang Zhibai wouldn't mind his tenant changing from one to two, right?Shouldn't it?He also brought back a soup yuan himself?Only at such times does Yu Yu remember that Zhang Zhibai is his landlord.

However, Zhang Zhibai really didn't have time to take care of his affairs at this time. He borrowed a computer expert from the bureau and was helping him with the database of Heichanghai Hospital. This kind of thing sounds very dishonorable, and not everyone can do it I went to check the files of the hospital privately. Of course, Zhang Zhibai has been in this business for so many years, so he still has some connections. Now that he wants to check, naturally someone is willing to help.

Wearing black-rimmed glasses, the bloodless and gloomy young man tapped his fingers on the computer quickly. The computer screen was full of distorted lines and incomprehensible strange symbols. Zhang Zhibai leaned against the table and waited for the result.

After a while, the gloomy young man said in a sinister voice, "No."

Zhang Zhibai's expression remained unchanged, but he said in a deep voice, "Check again."

The young man lowered his head and checked carefully again at a faster speed, the slightly drooping corners of his mouth showed his displeasure.

Five minutes later, the young man said again: "No."

"Check again."

3 minute later.

"No."

"Check again."

The gloomy young man didn't move, his fingertips pressed hard on the keyboard, the screen kept flickering, and a large swish of letters were dragged out, the young man was obviously on the verge of rage.

Only then did Zhang Zhibai come to his senses, put his hand on the young man's shoulder lightly, and apologized in a calm manner: "Sorry, I was a little anxious, but let's... check it again?"

The young man's shoulder shook, he turned around suddenly, grabbed Zhang Zhibai's hand, and bit hard on the first two knuckles of the index finger and middle finger. My own fingers bent over in pain, and there were a row of bloody teeth marks on my fingers, which showed how hard the young man was biting.

Hearing the noise, a fat middle-aged police officer walked in. He seemed to be used to the keyboard that fell on the ground. He came over and bent down to pick up the keyboard and put it back on the table. He said in a complimenting tone: "It's okay." Ah, I didn't smash the computer this time."

Zhang Zhibai straightened up slowly, and showed the middle-aged policeman his two injured fingers. The middle-aged policeman understood, and sighed, "No wonder you didn't smash the computer."

Zhang Zhibai flicked his fingers, frowned and said, "I haven't finished the investigation, and I still need you to help me find him."

The middle-aged policeman opened his mouth exaggeratedly and asked in a very exaggerated tone: "Now? Are you sure? Xiaoxi will kill me!"

Zhang Zhibai was very helpless by the exaggerated expression of the middle-aged policeman, and sighed: "Uncle Zhong...you are too used to him..."

The corner of the middle-aged police officer known as Uncle Zhong twitched, embarrassingly finding excuses for himself: "Isn't this...Xiaoxi's situation is special, Xiaobai, you go first, I'll go first, there is still a Something is wrong!"

Speaking of which, the middle-aged policeman ran to the door with an agility that didn't match his size. As soon as he opened the door, he was patted on the shoulder by a palm. Zhang Zhibai stuck to the middle-aged policeman, imitating the gloomy youth's habitual gloom The tone of the test said: "Uncle Zhong, you should help me find Xiaoxi back, otherwise, Aunt Zhong must be very interested in where your private money is hidden..."

Uncle Zhong cried and looked at Zhang Zhibai beggingly, hoping that Zhang Zhibai would bypass him because of their friendship for so many years, but he was doomed to be disappointed. How could there be any trace of guilt on Zhang Zhibai's handsome face?

"Okay... I'll call Xiaoxi for you, but it will take some effort. Don't talk nonsense to your Aunt Zhong."

The corner of Zhang Zhibai's mouth hooked: "Naturally."

Xiaoxi is a master hacker in the Mocheng Bureau. Ordinary grassroots police officers don't know his existence, and he never falters in front of others. He always shuts himself in the room and watches horror movies, focusing on living in the world where only himself is alone. In this world, the policemen of Mocheng Police Station would not know that just behind a large garage behind the police station is Xiaoxi's home, and he has been living there since he came to Mocheng Police Station.

He was not very old, and he was just as young as when Uncle Zhong took him to the police station three years ago. He didn't go to college, didn't go out, and didn't make friends. Apart from superb computer skills, he was useless. He also had violent tendencies and emotional ups and downs. Irritable and unable to control himself, Uncle Zhong has been trying to take him to see a psychiatrist these years, but the effect can be seen from today's situation, and it is useless.

Uncle Zhong and several old people in the police station doted on him and indulged him, but none of them mentioned Xiaoxi's past. Anyway, he was a very strange existence in Mocheng Police Station.

Zhang Zhibai didn't have much contact with this Xiaoxi. It should be said that there is usually no need for him to have direct contact with Xiaoxi. This time it was an accident. He didn't expect the young man to have such a bad temper. Wasted half a day.

However, Zhang Zhibai picked up the call from Tang Yuan, tilted his neck and stretched the tendons in his neck angrily, and put the phone back in his pocket casually.

Tang Yuan's side has already been investigated, and it doesn't matter if he can't find Kong Dahai.

The old man Yuyu has been thinking about and caring about is indeed living in a difficult life. She lives in an abandoned factory, and together with a few scavengers occupy the corners of the abandoned factory. The mottled walls are used by others. The newspapers were pasted up carefully, and a simple bed made of layers of paper shells was spread on the floor on one side, and daily necessities such as pots and pans were placed on the side. The old man next to him stared with fear in his round eyes, and looked at the uninvited guests, Zhang Zhibai and Tang Yuan, without blinking.

Zhang Zhibai looked around this place that couldn't be called home. Although it was simple and dilapidated, everything was kept very clean. It could be seen that the old man was very caring.

But Tang Yuan had already turned to the essence of his confession and asked: "Is this child not yours? Where did the child come from? Do you know that this is a trafficked child? The child's parents are looking for him?"

Every time she asked a question, the old man trembled more violently. She hugged the thin body around her tightly and said humbly and fearfully, "I picked it up..."

Tang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he scolded in a cold voice: "You are lying! Tell the truth! How did the child come here!"

The old man was so frightened that he hugged the child tightly and knelt down in front of Tang Yuan, his trembling voice could hardly connect a sentence: "Master Police Officer, I really picked it up..."

Tang Yuan moved sideways to avoid the kneeling side of the old man, bent down to take the child out of the old man's arms, the old man turned around suddenly, and held the child tightly in his arms.

"Master Police Officer! Please don't snatch my Qiu An! Qiu An is still young! You can't leave me!"

The two-year-old child poked out his small face, pointed at Tang Yuan with his immature little finger, and said in a stuttering voice, "Bad, bad guy..."

Maybe it was because of being too emotional, the child suddenly coughed violently, the old man's face changed drastically, he got up suddenly and put the child on the bed, then turned to look for medicine, there was only the last medicine left in the empty medicine bottle, and at this time After using it up, after taking medicine and drinking a lot of water, the child finally calmed down slowly.

Zhang Zhibai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, and his tone was not harsh: "This child will not have a good life with you."

These words were like a curse to the old man, her old body suddenly hunched over, covering her face, tears slid down her gully-covered face, she said with tears in her eyes, "I know..."

"So, would you like to say where the child came from?"

The old man's old face was pale and pale. She opened her mouth, closed her eyes at last, and said softly, "A woman gave it to me..."

The story is very old-fashioned. An old man who scavenged at night saw a woman holding a child and was about to throw it away. The old man went up to inquire. The woman was found to be running away with the child, but was stopped by the old man. The old man begged the woman with a very sincere tone. Could you give her the child, the woman agreed somehow, and refused to disclose it even after she was arrested.

Zhang Zhibai didn't show any surprise when he heard this, but asked calmly, "Did you know from the very beginning that this child didn't belong to that woman?"

The old man nodded slowly.

"How do you know?"

"There was no love in the way she looked at the child."

Zhang Zhibai nodded, flipped through Tang Yuan's statement, and asked the last question: "So, do you know that she is a human trafficker?"

The old man's haggard face was already gray and decayed. Seeing her, she nodded slowly and stiffly.

Zhang Zhibai quickly wrote a few words in the confession book, then threw it to Tang Yuan, and bent down to pick up the child himself.

The child was suddenly picked up by a stranger, and his whole body froze with fear, but he had just coughed violently, and now he had no strength to cry anymore.

"We're going to take the child and return it to her parents. Just pretend you've never seen this child before."

After Zhang Zhibai finished speaking, he turned and left. The child might have realized that he was going to be taken away. Small and feeble sobs came from Zhang Zhibai's arms, accompanied by an inarticulate call: "Grandma, grandma..."

The old man couldn't help but chased after him, but he didn't dare to say another word, he just stared at the child without blinking, and shouted silently: Please be safe, please be safe...

Zhang Zhibai stopped suddenly, turned his back to the old man and said, "Who is Kong Dahai?"

The old man's eyes widened, and he said bitterly after a while, "I, I don't know, I don't know Kong Dahai."

Zhang Zhibai didn't ask any more questions, he stepped up and left with Tang Yuan, but the old man didn't catch up again.