God of danger

Guan Min stared blankly at the photos for a while, then looked at the next 6 photos, his expression gradually changed.

The photos are all banknotes with denominations of 20 and 50, and the pens used are also different. There are pencils and oil pens. As for the names, Li Xiaobo, Wang Shanshan, etc., are all front-row students in their class who can save a lot of grades.

If she remembers correctly, Guan Min bit the corner of her mouth, and the long-lost sadness came back to her heart, but it was not as strong as before. She looked up at Zhang Conglin, and said suspiciously: "The money is 5 shares this year, and Teacher Wu is gone. I put it away from class and handed it to him that afternoon."

Seeing a clue, Zhang Conglin moved his eyes slightly.

Yesterday, the police station in the town sent the fugitives to four places. The colleagues interrogated him for half a night, but the beggar remained silent. He was young, and the police were very good at dealing with them.

This morning when Zhang Conglin went to work, the colleague who met the property inspection came over with a plastic bag and said that the money was found from beggars. I mean, come over and talk to them.

Zhang Conglin and his colleagues looked at it, and they were quickly attracted by Guan Min and Li Xiaobo, because these two were names that appeared frequently in Xia Tian's turbulent murder case.

And now these two names reappeared on the face of the money carried by the beggar, although this did not explain anything.

Many teachers in the school usually ask students to write their names on the money in order to avoid receiving counterfeit money that they don’t know who paid the fee when they charge fees. Take it home and change it.

Beggars will have these marked money, which can be obtained by stealing, robbing, exchanging, or even begging, but since clues have emerged, and Zhang Conglin happened to come to Lu Rongxing to express his gratitude, the relevant person is next door, and he did not Don't mind the unnecessary effort.

But after he came, he felt something was wrong, because the names on the money were all from Guan Min's class, and the number was as high as 9, which was a bit too concentrated.

Based on the experience and intuition of a ten-year veteran criminal policeman, Zhang Conglin drew a line between the beggar and Mr. Wu in his mind, although he still doesn't know where the node of this line is.

He took out a notebook from his bag, found a chair, sat down, pressed the spring pen, and said while writing, "What is the fee? Think about it carefully, except for the few people in the photo. , Did anyone else pay the money that day?"

Guan Min thought for a while, said wait a minute, went back to her room for a while, and came out with an open loose-leaf notebook in her hand. She pointed to the content on that page and showed it to the other party: "Except There are 6 of us, Xiang Shanlong, Huang Xiaoqi and Chen Nan, a total of 9 people."

"This is in May. I handed it in to buy a new set of mock test papers released in the province. It costs 5 yuan a set. Teacher Wu asked in class that day, and asked those who wanted to buy to find me to sign up. After counting them I called to find someone to order, and I wrote it down here."

Later, she also received the simulation paper, which was issued by Teacher Tian. They didn't know that the 9 tutorial questions had not been paid, but Teacher Wu contacted the teacher in the province who ordered the paper, and saw from the newspaper that a friend was killed. After hearing the news, I silently helped him advance the payment.

This may be an unspoken rule in the world, the evil is known to everyone, and the good is unknown.

Zhang Conglin glanced at it, and copied the nine names into his notebook in a flurry of wind. During the interval between writing and drawing, he glanced at Guan Min with admiration, and thought that only such good students would keep the past notebooks. Unlike the brats in their family who even tore up last year's books.

In the outdoor next door, Zhang Yiye came with his father, and knew that there was a picture of money with his name in his bag. When he saw him walk into Guan Min's house, he immediately jumped up and walked away quickly. past.

Guan Jie saw that he and his father had gone to his home, and followed them back home full of curiosity. Lu Rongxing had placed an order, and came also unwilling to be lonely.

The three of them slipped into the main room quietly, afraid of being kicked out, they didn't dare to get too close, they swarmed at the door, their positions were the same as when they went to eat Malatang in summer, with a short man sandwiched between the two tall ones. In terms of height, there are three pairs of eyes with the same gossip.

Zhang Conglin sat with his back to the door, unaware of the three sneaky people behind him. He sorted out his thoughts on his own, and asked Guan Min, "According to what you said, the money is likely to be the money that Mr. Wu took with you when you left school that day." Carry money, right?"

Guan Min was not very sure: "I must have given the money to him that afternoon, but whether the teacher took it away or put it in a drawer in the office, I don't know."

Zhang Conglin nodded, pulled out two arrows on the notebook, and wrote "Tian teacher, colleague" and "Wu wife". He will ask these two people later, although after so long, they may not be Have noticed, or remembered.

But he thinks it’s better to ask. Some investigations should be cherished. After all, there are more cases without clues. If you want to investigate, you can only stare blankly. Watching the family members of the deceased come to work, crying and cursing, and finally let them become one. A dead past.

Since Guan Min was not clear, there was nothing to ask. Zhang Conglin closed the notebook, stood up and prepared to leave.

Guan Min, however, was confused by his sudden and abrupt questioning. She stood up and played the characteristics of a top student. What's the problem?"

Why bother to ask.

Zhang Conglin stuffed the pen and notebook into his bag, and immediately lit a cigarette with his free hand. He took a puff between his fingers, and exhaled a puff of smoke that was so lingering that he couldn't grasp it.

"No problem, take it easy, just have a clue, we have to determine how this Xie got the money, in case he stole it, we have to find the owner and return the money to someone else, thank you for your cooperation ,I have to go."

Guan Min sent him out, and when the two passed the threshold, Lu Rongxing hesitated again and again, but he still didn't tell Zhang Yiye's father about his idea of ​​beggars coming to steal the film.

He and Guan Jie have different personalities. Guan Jie can't pretend to be anything in his heart, but he is a bit too steady, he doesn't like to cause trouble for others, and he thinks that he thinks too much.

Strike while the iron is hot, Zhang Conglin's next stop is the teacher's apartment in No. [-] Middle School. In the early years, teachers with sufficient qualifications could be allocated housing. The lovers of Teacher Tian and Teacher Wu lived in the school.

He asked Zhang Yiye whether to go home or play here, Zhang Yiye decisively chose the latter, his father walked away, and the three of them returned to the door of Lu Rongxing's house in order to avoid disturbing Guan Min. Erlang wrapped his legs around a plate of melon seeds and started nibbling, chatting while nibbling.

Just now Guan Min clearly said "I don't know", but when he came to Zhang Yiye, he directly followed his own mind and out of context to determine that the money was the more than 300 yuan that Teacher Wu lost when he died.

He ate a melon seed and discarded the shell, and said as if bored: "Oh, no, the money lost by Mr. Wu was not meant by that, the one who jumped into the river..."

Lu Rongxing has a good memory, so he helped him fill in the gaps: "Li Yun."

Zhang Yiye put another melon seed into his mouth, bit it open with a "click", raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Yes! It was him who stole it with his two classmates, and then he was afraid of being discovered. Hiding it for a few children, and then being caught by the police? How did it end up on that beggar again? It’s a mess.”

The same money involved three groups of people. Unlike Lu Rongxing, who has a father who is a criminal police officer, he is isolated from the outside of the truth. He didn't even bother to guess the possibility and said: "Then who knows."

After speaking, he turned his head, wanting to see what Guan Jie had to say, but found that this man didn't listen carefully at all, and was lying on the chair with his feet hooked on the bench.

He hooked it several times but couldn't reach it, and he refused to get up to stretch out his hand, and continued to test. Lu Rongxing couldn't see it, so he stretched his legs to help him hook it.

Guan Jie reciprocated, giving him a handful of melon seeds that he had saved on the plate, rubbing off his shoes on the other side, stepping on the edge of the chair to adjust the distance, and "squeaking" it He kicked to the position where the back of his ankle was just hanging by the edge of the bench, and dried his feet in the warm sun.

He runs around all day long, and the tips of his socks are always sweaty and damp, making his toes icy. Although most of his attention is not on his feet, he is undoubtedly the one who knows how to enjoy the most leisurely time. Because no matter when, eating, drinking and having fun is the true meaning of his life now.

Zhang Yiye's hypothesis didn't even go on for a while, and he habitually let it go. The topic jumped to the winter homework without warning, and when they reported the progress to each other, even Guan Jie left Zhang Yiye by a large margin. .

He made an appointment with Lu Rongxing to write every day. Although the efficiency was low, he turned over more than ten pages anyway. Unlike Zhang Yiye, he hadn't even opened his homework book since the holiday. He was obviously planning to be a shameless person before the end. copy.

Guan Jie was one level lower and was not worthy of being copied, so he ate sunflower seeds and watched Zhang Yiye and Lu Rongxing bargaining there.

Zhang Yiye said obsequiously: "Hurry up and copy it for me, and I'll treat you to grilled fish."

Lu Rongxing can be said to be very rich and can't be promiscuous: "I won't eat it, and I won't copy it for you."

Zhang Yiye couldn't accept such an ending, so he said shamelessly, "I'm going to copy it! It's okay if you don't want to eat fish chicken, my brother."

Lu Rongxing felt that his brother might have a problem with his brain: "Who wants to eat fish and chicken for Chinese New Year? Don't bother, I won't copy it for you, or my mother will say that I hurt you again, don't you?" If you love to write, just write blindly."

After thinking about it, Zhang Yiye only felt that the first half of the sentence was correct, but seeing how determined he was, there was no way out, so he hurried to save the country, and cast a sharp look at Guan Jie, meaning that his younger brother was helping his elder brother to persuade him.

Guan Jie leisurely peeled the melon seeds and saved a handful of seeds. He felt that Zhang Yiye was really stupid. Why would he hire Lu Rongxing if he had the money? People are willing to borrow homework.

During the Chinese New Year, people are generally more generous, no matter how stingy a person is, they will not be reluctant to give up an extra set of bowls and chopsticks, let alone Wang Yang's hospitable nature, Zhang Yiye had lunch at Lu Rongxing's house at noon.

At the same time, Zhang Conglin, who left the compound, came to No. [-] Middle School and first visited Teacher Wu's lover and Teacher Tian.

As expected, since Mr. Wu was not able to go home that night, his wife had never seen the money on his body, so it is not known whether these banknotes with his student's name on them were on his body when he was killed.

But at Teacher Tian's house in another building, Zhang Conglin got a definite answer.

"I'm sure," Teacher Tian dug out the 50 yuan with "Wang Shanshan" written on it from the photo, and said to Zhang Conglin, "Before I went to self-study last night, Lao Wu took out a dozen of money from his pocket and found out This one, ask me if it’s real or fake.”

"I remember that this piece of money was laundered, with a bit of rough edges, and a piece of transparent glue was pasted on one corner of the front. I checked it several times and said it should be real, so Lao Wu put it in his trouser pocket again. Then We went out of the office together, I went to the classroom, he went to the carport, and when I walked to the classroom, I saw him go out of the school gate."

There is a river at the entrance of No. 300 Middle School. In front of the river is the main road. Beyond the main road and around the school courtyard wall are all farmland. And there are no shops on the way from the school to the place where Mr. Wu was killed. That is to say, this wad of money with names written on it , which was part of the more than [-] yuan he lost on the day he was killed.

Zhang left Teacher Tian's house after Xie Lin, and when he walked down the stairs, he thought to himself that the money was deposited by Li Yun in the hands of those elementary school students?

Pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud, he was a little tired, but he didn't want to give up halfway, so he could only continue looking for those elementary school students.

When leaving the school, Zhang Conglin took out his pager and reported this discovery to the department.

Half an hour later, he received a call from the detachment leader on his personal mobile phone. There was silence for a while before the voice rang out, saying that he would send a colleague to assist him.

And Zhang Conglin understood the meaning of that silence. If there was something hidden about these banknotes, it also meant that the murder case that took the front page of the city newspaper might be overturned, which would make it difficult for the public security and the prosecution.

But he would still check, because the boy who kept saying it wasn't him was only a little older than Zhang Yiye. On the other hand, the policemen were also human, and what they did was just a job, so they would inevitably make mistakes.

Besides, other people's low-ranking position, those unjust, false and wrongly decided cases and the trade-off of credibility do not need him to consider.

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After lunch, the lazy Lu Rongxing went back to his room and turned on the "Revealing the Secret" program that was playing.

There is a Wuyi hanging coffin on the TV, because Zhang Yiye knows the ultimate routine of these revealing columns, which is to dig a big hole of suspense first, and after you jump in, it will tell you that it is still an unsolved mystery, he is really annoying I don't like to watch such programs that bury him at the bottom of the pit.

Lu Rongxing respected the guest and gave him the remote control.

But as a movie buff who got fed up with vcds, Zhang Yiye turned around and couldn't find anything he wanted to watch, so he began to encourage Lu Rongxing to go out and hang out.

Lu Rongxing used to walk around the town with Guan Jie, and refused to go, Zhang Yiye had no choice but to leave him alone, and he didn't know where he went.

After he left, Lu Rongxing switched back to the "Revealing the Secret" channel. After watching for a quarter of an hour, Guan Jie, who had long hair on the soles of his feet and itched even if he didn't run, came over.

He entered the door and leaned on the sofa, propped his head on the armrest and said, "The village entrance of the third group is slaughtering pigs. My mother ordered pork chops there. Let me bring them back. Are you going?"

Lu Rongxing didn't hear what Wang Yang mentioned or ordered, and refused, "No."

Guan Jie didn't leave either, instead he shook his head and said with emotion: "It's over, I think you are more and more like my sister, and you won't go out of your room after entering junior high school."

Lu Rongxing felt that he was fine, Wang Yang told him to be sure, and he didn't go now because it was unnecessary, he said: "I don't go out, not because I went to junior high school, but because I don't have pork chops to pick up, ok ?”

"No," Guan Jie smiled, immediately revealing his intentions, "Why didn't I mention it, you can mention it for me."

Lu Rongxing looked at the essence through the phenomenon, and knew that carrying things was just an excuse. He just wanted to find a partner, but he didn't want to move now, so he generously said: "What else can I carry? I'll give you the car, and you can just bring it back." .”

Guan Jie saw that he was determined to be welded to the sofa, and left him with a sigh: "My sister's car is at home, I will ride her car and leave."

Lu Rongxing asked him to go on the road and pay attention to the car, Guan Jie said "Hum", and the person and voice disappeared.

The third group is on the other side of the school, which is the direction to Jin Teng's house, but it's not that far away.

Guan Jie rode Guan Min's bicycle and came to the pig killing scene alone against the wind.

This is a fixed spot for slaughtering pigs on the side of the bridge. There is a stove made of gray stones standing by the river at the entrance of the village. People carry the dead or dying pigs into the stone pots and draw water directly from the river to boil. After shedding hair, I pour the dirty water into the river after washing. No one cares about whether it is polluting or not, but it is an indisputable fact that it is convenient and trouble-free.

After the pigs have been shed, they can be disembowelled after being carried to the temporary door panel.

The picture should be bloody in theory, but it doesn’t actually look infiltrating, because the most heart-wrenching scene is the part where the throat is cut and the blood is let out. It will scream and twitch. It will not be bloody when it is cut, just like cutting pork in a vegetable market.

During the slack season, people are really free, and they can gather and chat for five hours if they have nothing to do, not to mention that pig slaughtering is still a grand event at the end of the year.

When Guan Jie came, many onlookers had already gathered around Shizao, some adults and children, some like him, came to share the parts of the pig that had been agreed in advance, and the rest were just doing nothing.

But when the people arrived, the pigs to be slaughtered hadn't arrived yet, so Guan Jie realized that he had come early.

He pushed the car into the village and parked it in front of the fence of the first family, so as not to block other people's way on the road or be swept away by other people's cars, then he leaned on the car seat and waited.

After waiting for nearly 10 minutes, four gentlemen used a wooden stick to carry the dead pig with its feet tied up.

There is no pigsty in the compound, and Guan Jie has never raised a pig before, so I don't know how big is considered big, but most of the people here live in the village, and when they saw the pig, they went "Yo ha" and praised its weight. The number is about two hundred and five.

Guan Jie glanced at the two hundred and five, and felt that its body was really huge, and it felt longer than Lu Rongxing horizontally.

If Lu Rongxing knew that he was comparing himself with pigs, he didn't know how he would feel, but he didn't come, so he had no way of knowing all this.

Guan Jie saw the pig butcher unload the heavy load on the door panel, pulled off the wooden stick, untied the leggings rope, and then each of them grabbed a leg, ready to lift the pig to the stove where the hot water was already in place.

It can be said that it was too late, and an unexpected scene happened.

At the moment when the four people were about to use their strength to lift the pig, it suddenly raised its head back from the dead and let out a wail. Then it retracted its hind hooves and kicked straight again. The adult who was holding his right leg fell down. After taking a few steps, he fell to the ground.

It was absurd and hilarious that a living person was kicked away by a dead pig. Laughter erupted in the crowd, but Guan Jie couldn't, because the moment the adult flew out, what he saw was the man on the other side. The straight hind legs of the pig trembled in the air, trembling and suddenly drooping down, just like in many TV dramas, those supporting characters who slipped their arms to imply that the person is dead.

It was the first time he really recognized the word "dying throes," in a damned pig that was still alive.

Guan Jie suddenly didn't dare to look any further.

He had seen pig killing before, but those pigs were all dead, they would not move, they lay there silently and let others slaughter them, the whole scene did not remind people of the word "kill", but this time Not the same, he saw it when it was still alive.

Li Aili always said that he is stupid and bold, but sometimes he is also very timid. Ever since he saw a hedgehog being killed, Guan Jie himself only dared to kill fish, because fish can't scream, and hedgehogs screamed like It was like a child crying, and it made him have nightmares at night.

Hedgehogs are a very common visitor on the country roads. These little creatures do not crawl fast, and they will form into balls when they are frightened.

When he was still young, Guan Jie used a lobster bucket to cover a family of four hedgehogs on the road, and took them all home.

Li Aili almost convinced him, saying that he is really a scourge of cutting off children and grandchildren.

Guan Jie heard from his father that hedgehogs could swim, so he tied the leg of the largest one with a string, and forced the other hedgehog to swim in the small pool for him to see.Or put the smallest one on your hand and throw it lightly, so that the hedgehog curled up into a ball will open its body, and the dense thorns will bloom like flowers, which is very cute.

He was so happy that he and Lu Rongxing led one each, and squatted on the pool for a competition, but those hedgehogs were probably depressed, and within a few days they started not to eat or drink. Guan Jie had no choice but to let them go. Poured into the vegetable garden outside the courtyard, let them go to fate.

However, that evening, Aunt Ye’s family slaughtered a hedgehog and added a plate of food. Guan Jie poked out his ears and asked Li Aili what he was calling at home.

Guan Jie followed the sound and ran to take a look. He saw blood on a cutting board and a small piece of prickly skin. He jumped around in Aunt Ye's yard, insisting that someone killed his hedgehog.

Aunt Ye was embarrassed by his howling, and asked him dryly how to prove that the hedgehog belonged to him, but Guan Jie couldn't prove it, so she never caught it again. When she saw silly hedgehogs on the road, she stomped them into the grass rush.

This pig once again made him feel uncomfortable when the hedgehog called. Guan Jie didn't want to see it, and he had to slaughter it for two hours, so he pushed his bicycle and prepared to continue walking to see Teacher "Jin".

Since Jin Teng went to junior high school, he rarely sees people, and the new biology teacher is not bad, but Guan Jie still prefers the old one.

It was not far from Jin Teng's house, and when Guan Jie thought about going, he couldn't wait, pedaling wildly all the way.

Jin Teng did not go back to his hometown, but was peeling sunflower seeds at the door of the village.

After planting the sunflowers, he didn't care at all. Who knew that at the end of autumn, three dense and full disks had grown, and they had been hanging under the eaves. Not long ago, Jin Teng went to the toilet, so he saw it and remembered that there are still these things. After frying and eating, I quickly started a stove with great interest.

Others' homes were busy preparing New Year's dishes, but Jin Teng didn't know whether to call it lazy or straightforward. He bought some ribs, beef and green onions and put them in the big kitchen pot, and then he didn't care about anything else.

There was no fireworks in his house, and the elder sisters in the neighborhood began to pity him again, saying that the bachelor is so miserable that there is no one to cook for him.

Jin Teng saw it, and laughed it off when he met the superior. He didn't have to refute others, because the other party would not agree with him, just like he could clearly see that so many people sympathized with him, but he still felt that he had passed. It's a truth to be good.

And if he has a lover, he can't sit with his legs crossed and wait for the other party to serve him.

Not all people have to live the same life, and not being able to accept others' differences is a kind of narrowness in itself.Since Jin Teng realized that he was narrow-minded, he has been reforming until now. After five or six years of reforming, he gradually no longer wants to refute what others say.

Time cannot make everyone grow, but those who want to change must need time.

He collected the melon seeds in the dustpan, picked up half of the plate and ate a few raw ones, and at the same time he was digging through the dustpan to find the remnants of the flower plate, as comfortable as a farmer who had a bumper harvest.

Guan Jie rode over in a hurry, and started to shout from afar: "Teacher 'Jin', are you still planting melon seeds?"

Jin Tengxun raised his head and saw the elementary school student rushing over, parked the car at the door, rubbed his red nose and jumped onto the balcony.

He was a little surprised. He put the dustpan on the ground, stood up and met Guan Jie, patted Guan Jie's head, and said with a smile, "Well, do you want to eat? Take some away later, why are you here? Did you come early to give me New Year's greetings? "

Guan Jie just came to see him on a whim, and never thought about New Year's greetings, but when Jin Teng mentioned it, he remembered it, thinking about calling his current student Lu Rongxing together, because Mr. Jin is a foreigner, There are no relatives to go here.

"No," he confessed honestly, "I went to the front to watch people butcher pigs. It's very close to your place, so I'll come here. Are you busy?"

Jin Teng went back to the room and moved a chair for him, placed it behind the wall of the other door, and motioned for him to sit: "I'm not busy, you came just in time, I'll fry melon seeds for you to eat later."

A trace of suspicion flashed across Guan Jie's small eyes.

Li Aili used to save up the seeds of old pumpkins and dry them in the sun, saying that he would fry the seeds for him to eat, but after repeated frying, the taste of charcoal was black every time. In terms of appearance, it should only be worse in terms of stir-frying techniques.

Sure enough, half an hour later, the teacher and the student sitting next to the stove, facing a pot of caramel-colored melon seeds without sugar, were too bitter to swallow, and had to be dumped into the trash can to make persistent efforts.

Jin Teng, who is good at learning from experience, took away a briquette, and the second pot was much better. The two were relieved and started acting like monsters again, adding salt, star anise and cumin powder, just like pretending to be a house wine, and frying a pot Sticky melon seeds with a strange smell.

When the frying was over, it was time for Guan Jie to go back to get the pork chops. Jin Teng found a scrap test paper and wrapped a bag for him, telling him to go back and enjoy the fruits of his labor.

Guan Jie put the warm melon seeds into the car basket, and was about to pay his respects when Jin Teng stopped him as if remembering something, and went into the room: "Wait, bring these books for me. Give it to Xiaolu, he asked me to get it last time, but I couldn’t find it that time, here it is.”

Guan Jie took it and glanced at the spine, and found that it was Childhood, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea and Lu Bingsun Crusoe, and immediately put it in the car basket: "Got it, then when will he return it to you, teacher?"

Jin Teng smiled and said, "Anytime is fine."

Guan Jie said "Okay", waved his hand, and rode his bicycle back to the place where the pig was slaughtered. He arrived just in time, and the pig had indeed been cut open, but the pig butcher didn't continue to operate because someone was on the way. Side quarrel.

One of the entangled parties is a pig butcher who is pulling a child, and the other is Zhang Yiye's father.

Guan Jie stopped nearby and saw the pig butcher blushing and shouting thickly, "Hey, the police are amazing. The police can wrong people at will!"

"Didn't our child explain it last time? He didn't steal the money, but the student who killed the teacher and kept it for him. Now that I'm mentioning this, don't hold on to it, okay?"

Zhang Conglin moved to several villages and groups, and the children of the first two families all insisted that the money handed in was given by Li Yun, and this is the third one.He found the child's home, and the neighbor told him that the child might be watching the excitement at the entrance of the village. He came over and asked passers-by to ask, and only then did he find the child.

Unexpectedly, he revealed his identity as a policeman and asked how he got the money, and the child cried and ran to hug his father's thigh.

Zhang Conglin called the adults to the side of the road in the past. He originally wanted to save face for the other party, because people in the village thought it was not a good thing to be approached by the police.

It’s impossible that he didn’t want to be asked about the Youguan murder case, so Zhang Conglin didn’t ask. He lowered his face, looked at the child from the adults, and shouted: “Pay attention to your attitude. If you don’t want to answer here, I can let you You take your son to the interrogation room and tell him!"

The man who butchered the pig had blue veins popping out of his forehead, and then he calmed down. He hugged the child even tighter, patted his back to comfort him, and told him to tell the truth.

The child was crying, his eyes were very dodgy, and he didn't dare to look directly at Zhang Conglin.

Zhang Conglin thought it was because he was too fierce, and kept telling him not to be afraid, but Guan Jie felt that this classmate was a little guilty from the intuition of his peers.

If Guan Jie had a photographic memory, he would have discovered that this guilty kid was the one who burped lavishly when Lu Rongxing and Zhang Yiye ate Malatang with him on the day Li Yun jumped into the river in summer. One of four children.

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A few minutes later, the child stopped crying with red eyes and red nose, and Zhang Conglin started asking him questions again.

The first time he asked how the money came from, the child said it was given by his elder brother in junior high school. Zhang Conglin asked his elder brother's name, and he said his name was Li Yun. The time and place were also consistent with the previous two. In the afternoon of the second day, under the overhead floor of the building opposite the game hall.

Then Zhang Conglin showed him a photo of the banknotes, and said, "This is the day when the murdered teacher carried the money that was lost again. Look at the names on the photo and tell me, have you seen the money?"

Then came the interesting part, the first two children, one said they had seen it, the other said they hadn't seen it, their reaction was different, he didn't look at the photo, but looked up at his father, with a look on his face I can only find the hesitation and anxiety of the backer.

Zhang Conglin noticed that his father was also looked at in a daze, and asked him what he was doing.

But the child covered his mouth, started to cry again, and kept shaking his head, wondering if it meant he had never seen the money, or he was telling his father to just look at it, and he didn't want to do anything.

Seeing this reaction, Zhang Conglin basically had a premonition that these children were suspected of lying.

Before coming here, he went to the nearest police station and found the policeman who was mediating the dispute.

The police thought it was a coincidence, and told him with a smile: "I caught four of them. To be honest, the reason was a bit funny. It was a classmate of one of them who suddenly came and said that he was eating and drinking a lot every day. He must have stolen it." family money."

"Kid, we thought he was having a fight with his friends and came over to bury others, and didn't take it seriously. But at that time, there were many thefts in the town, and a child from the grain management office just walked away. It was said that 400 yuan was lost at home, so we wanted to go and have a look before talking about it, lest the masses keep saying that we didn’t do anything.”

"When we found them, they happened to be together. Lao Cai found more than 370 yuan from the tallest one. When he asked him where it came from, he said it was given by someone else. When we asked who gave it, he said it was from the No. [-] Middle School. A little gangster gave it, and then we asked after it, and actually asked Li Yun in No. [-] Middle School, and now the matter has exploded, so we quickly called you."

Zhang Conglin basically knew about the subsequent investigation, because they went around the process, recorded the testimony of the witnesses, and returned the money handed over from the children to the family of the deceased.

Because the witnesses and material evidences were all perfect, and Li Yun was completely unpopular, so a set of procedures went smoothly, and even Li Yun's appeal failed.

Except for the knife and fingerprints, the rest of the physical evidence in the murder case is the money, but what if the child lied, didn't Li Yun give the money?

Officer Cai, who was in charge of searching the children at the time, revealed a detail to Zhang Conglin. Among the leftover money recovered from the four children, there were three 3-yuan bills and nearly 100 yuan in change.

In the dozen photos in Zhang Conglin's hand now, the 6 banknotes with names are worth 180, plus the money paid by the other 3 classmates, even if it is calculated at least 19 yuan per person, the total amount exceeds 200 yuan. [-].

In other words, if the deceased Mr. Wu really lost more than 370 yuan in the dossier that day, then after getting rid of the more than 200 yuan with the names of the students, there will be at most 100 yuan in the remaining money. Money, which does not match the money recovered from the child.

In this way, there are three possibilities. First, the money in the children's hands is not the same as the money lost by Mr. Wu; thirdly, the 3 that the police determined at the beginning was not a real number.

However, no matter what the possibility is, these children are worth noting.

Half an hour later, Zhang Conglin got a shocking answer from this child with poor psychological quality.

He said yes for a while, said no for a while, and finally broke down completely, crying loudly, saying it was stolen.

"...It was stolen in the yard of the grain management office. Those three gangsters asked us to pay protection fees. Everyone had to pay 100, otherwise it would be over... I was afraid that my father would hit me, and so did Weiwei. Said that he knew where to get money, he was playing basketball in the yard, and saw the aunt pressing money under the cotton wool from the window, and said that the old lady at the door was blind, and she couldn't see when she walked in..."

Guan Jie rode his bicycle closer and closer, his eyes almost fell out of shock when he heard this, and he wished he could go back immediately and tell Lu Rongxing not to be afraid, it wasn't beggars who entered his room, but a few brats.

When the child's father heard this, his face turned pale and pale, he was speechless for a long time, and his mind was in a mess, thinking about lying, stealing, and defrauding the police. The child at that point acted as if nothing had happened, so calm that he couldn't help but think about what he had raised.

Zhang Conglin continued to ask: "Then why do you say that Li Yun gave it to you? And that he told you to hide it? Who told you to say that?"

"Yes, he forced us to steal the money, and then the adults said that he killed the teacher and stole the teacher's money, but he refused to admit it, so he was arrested. Weiwei said, then we also said that he gave the money Okay, so the family won’t know that we stole other people’s money.”

Zhang Conglin: "..."

so kid's money