In the morning, before the police chief of Zhannan District officially went to work, a taxi stopped in front of the criminal office building.
Father Wu opened the door and walked down with his wife, cursing: "Damn it, I said he would do something sooner or later, what's the matter now? It really proved what I said, this idiot didn't even know he was sold."
"What's going on? How did we get killed?" Mother Wu said worriedly.
"Who the hell knows." Father Wu's eyes turned red with anger, and he walked into the office building with his hands behind his back.
In the hall, two police officers on duty had just changed their clothes and were ready to go home.
"I'm looking for the police officer surnamed Yang, which floor is he on?" Father Wu asked the two in a loud voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Yang, who was chatting with someone on the first floor, immediately came over with a smile: "Are you Wu Shixiong's father?"
"Yes." Seeing the other party stretch out his palm, Father Wu shook hands with him: "What happened to my child?!"
"He... he is fine." Old Yang paused for a moment, pulled the other party and said: "It's like this, we have to take him back to the police station later. Come on, buddy, let's talk outside."
The words "talk outside" surprised Father Wu a little. He looked at the other party and asked back: "Where to talk?"
"You come out first." Old Yang greeted the other party with a smile.
Although Father Wu and Mother Wu were confused, they still followed the other party out of the building.
"It's like this, there is another person involved in this case." Old Yang handed Father Wu a cigarette and said softly: "The parents of the person involved want to talk to you."
"What can I talk to them about? My son committed a crime?" Father Wu asked cautiously.
"They are all involved in the same case. It would be good to talk first." Old Yang replied vaguely, and waved his hand not far away: "Brother, talk to them first, and then come to me."
"No...!" Father Wu was a little puzzled and wanted to ask more.
Old Yang smiled and patted his shoulder: "I am here, what else can I do? Listen to me, talk to him first, and then we will talk about the case. Don't worry, your son is fine."
While the two were talking, Tang's father's car had already driven over and parked on the side of the road with the door open.
Father Wu hesitated, and could only listen to the case handler, and took his wife to get into Tang's father's car.
At this time, there were only Tang's father and his driver in the car, and everyone else had left.
"Drive away, I'll talk to this old man." Tang's father ordered while sitting in the middle seat.
"Okay." The driver responded, holding the steering wheel and drove away.
…
Five minutes later, the car stopped in the parking lot of a large supermarket. The driver pushed the door and went down to smoke.
"What are you talking about?" Father Wu asked directly.
Father Tang turned his head and looked at him: "Your three children live in Tufang Street?"
Father Wu was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong?"
"My son is a maritime police officer. He is only in his early thirties this year. If nothing unexpected happens, he can become a squadron leader before he is thirty-five, and he can get to the level of a director or deputy director before he is forty. It shouldn't be a problem." Father Tang took out a cigarette box with a serious expression and handed one to Father Wu.
"What do you mean by this?" Father Wu didn't take it.
"The woman who died was beaten and had an injection before she died. She was not conscious." Tang's father held a cigarette and stared at Wu Shixiong's parents: "This case can be relied on self-defense or manslaughter. You can see that I have some friends in the police station, so no matter who bears the consequences, he will not be sentenced too heavily, more than three years, ten years or less. If the suspect is mentally retarded and mentally ill, the sentence will be even shorter."
When Wu's father heard this, he roughly understood what the other party meant: "What the hell do you want to do, let me sell my son?"
"Can we talk?" Tang's father asked.
"Talk about Nima coins!" Wu's father stretched out his hand to pull the car door.
"Fifty thousand for a year in prison!" Tang's father shouted.
At this moment, Wu's hand was just on the handle of the door. He listened to the other party's words and replied coldly: "I give you fifty thousand, can you sell your son?"
"I don't need fifty thousand, but you do!" Tang's father lit a cigarette.
Father Wu didn't say anything and just opened the car door.
"Snap!"
Father Tang reached out and grabbed the other's arm.
"Let go!" Father Wu was a little anxious.
Father Tang grabbed him with his right hand, staring at his cheek, with a cigarette in his mouth, and turned around and lifted a piece of white cloth on the aisle of the back seat with his left hand.
"Swish!"
The white cloth was pulled open, and a black plastic bag full of money appeared in front of Wu Shixiong's father.
It was raining outside the car, and the light inside the car was very dim, but the money in the bag seemed to be emitting some kind of light.
"One hundred thousand a year in prison! You get the benefits, and I guarantee my son a future, okay?" Father Tang asked.
Wu Shixiong's father grabbed the door handle and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Brother, your son has intellectual disabilities. Even if he helps people pick up goods at sea for 24 hours, he may not be able to earn 100,000 yuan in half a lifetime." Tang's father said hoarsely: "Exchange some money, wouldn't it be more economical!"
Ten minutes later, the car returned to the door of the case handling building, and Wu's father and mother got off the car with very complicated expressions.
Old Yang smiled and asked: "Have you finished talking?"
Wu's father looked at him, motionless.
In the lobby of the office building, Su Tianyu bent down and asked the police officer: "Can we see Wu Shixiong now?"
"No."
"... He has nothing to do with the case, right?" Su Tianyu asked a little strangely.
"You can't see him then, go out and wait." The other party replied impatiently.
Su Tianyu glanced at the other party and didn't ask any more questions. He turned to Bai Hongbo and said, "Let's go, get out first."
"It's really weird. Why can't you meet a witness?" Bai Hongbo also cursed in annoyance: "Fuck, this is the moral of the grassroots, taking chicken feathers as a token of authority."
Everyone was really surprised, but because it was a meeting, it was not worth it to find connections, so Su Tianyu and others returned to the car outside to wait.
...
On the third floor, in the inquiry room.
Daxiong yawned and was picking his nose out of boredom.
"Bang!"
The door opened, and Lao Yang walked in with Wu's father and mother.
"You guys chat." Lao Yang threw down a sentence and turned away.
In the monitoring room, a police officer turned off all the cameras in the inquiry room and wrote in the record book: Morning shift, monitoring maintenance.
In the interrogation room, Daxiong stared at his parents in amazement: "You... why are you here?"
Father Wu looked at him with a dull look in his eyes, and did not respond for a while.
Mother Wu's eyes were red, and she turned her head away.
"... son!" Father Wu bent down and sat on the chair, rubbing his cheeks vigorously, and said in a trembling voice: "... can you... can you take the case for others?"
Since he could remember, this was the first time Wu Shixiong heard his father call him son. In the past, he had always called him "idiot" or "youngest".