He Fugui squatted in the grass nest.
Abstract: In March 2005, in a case of intentional injury in Nanyang City, Henan Province, He Fugui, a gin factory worker, was slashed twelve times. After the incident, the five accomplices were quickly arrested, but the main offender remained at large. In order to find the truth behind the case, He Fugui pursued the murderer alone for fifteen years, and finally assisted the police in capturing the main culprit. But in court, the other party confessed a motive for the crime that he could not accept.
For more than three hours, this humble Yu brand electric four-wheeler is still parked at the entrance of a community in Guodian Village. Looking out the window, the man in the back seat was dressed strangely: he was wearing a mask, hunched over, his arms against the seat, his huge motorcycle helmet draped over his head, trying to get as close as he could to the rear windshield, like a cooked green shrimp.
Nanyang winter is cold and bone-chilling, the car window is foggy after a while, he quickly raised his arm to wipe it off, and then resumed the posture he had just taken, motionless, like a wild cat waiting to prey.
Every minute in the car was painful, stuffy in his chest, like "blocking his breath", but "a little inattention may let the bad guy run away", and he did not dare to take the risk. The target never appeared, and it gradually darkened.
He had been chasing the man for fifteen years. At 7 p.m. on March 16, 2005, when he and his wife went to the supermarket to buy vegetables, five men committed murder with knives at the entrance of the supermarket, chased and slashed him twelve times, and then fled. After the incident, five accomplices were arrested one after another, but the main offender remained at large. He began to leave early and return late, going out every day to look for clues on his own.
Until the end of November last year, he stepped on the spot for several months to confirm the person's permanent address. The police told him to "go seductive", and he squatted from 3:30 p.m., waiting for the target to be determined to return home, and then notified the police to carry out the arrest.
The target community is located in the urban-rural junction of Nanyang City, near the factory park, the two-lane asphalt road is straight and wide, and only a few large trucks are parked. At about 6:30 p.m., a fly-green small SUV drove from the north of the road and slowed down to the entrance of the community and turned right.
He "soared" and pressed the rear window, checked the license plate number, rubbed his legs, got into the driver's seat, and called the police handling the case.
"The car is back! Come and arrest people!" ”
Twelve knives
Before the age of 47, He Fugui never thought that the only thing left for the rest of his life was to track down the hiding place of the fugitive murderer. For more than a decade, he often woke up in his dreams, dried his tears, and got up to go to the living room to smoke silently—scenes in the dream were repeated countless times, making time seem to stay on that night in the early spring of 2005.
"I didn't sleep, I fell asleep and someone was chasing me." He Fugui stood up and rolled his trouser tube to the root of his thigh, and the surgically stitched scars were adsorbed like several centipedes on the pale, loose skin. He quickly put his pants down, tried to lift his clothes and shook his head, "Ass, waist..." He stroked his hand against his body, "It's all hurt, it hurts a lot." ”
At 4 p.m. on March 16, 2005, his wife Lin Guixiang returned home from work at the factory, and the two of them ate noodles simply for dinner, and He Fugui proposed to go to the supermarket to buy vegetables. More than 100 meters near the dormitory is the QiaoXin Life Square, which is full of goods to meet the daily life needs of the staff dormitories of several nearby factories. They usually do not go out often, the wife is very happy, the two people went downstairs, at the door of the dormitory community, glimpsed the factory is not familiar with the security section staff Shi Zhenxiao, there are two strange men around are looking into the community, He Fugui and Shi Zhenxiao looked at each other without speaking, and continued to walk with his wife to the supermarket.
About 20 meters later, He Fugui looked back and found that the two strangers he had just met seemed to have also moved, and someone was not far from him, staring in his direction to make a phone call.
"Why don't you just look back?" The wife dragged He Fugui. "Let's go." He Fugui didn't think much about it, and inexplicably felt that "his heart was a little hairy."
When queuing up to pay the bill, He Fugui couldn't stand it, so he went out to smoke first and waited for his wife to come out at the entrance of the supermarket. The cigarette was just half smoked, and the two cars were parked on the road more than ten meters away from the supermarket. He Fugui looked up, and five men got out of the car, and the long thing held up in their hands was against the slight light, which was a knife.
"He touched my woman!" One of them pointed at He Fugui, It's him, him! He Fugui was shocked, too late to think about it, as soon as the cigarette was thrown, he turned around and ran.
Qiao Xin Life Square is next to the cotton textile factory staff dormitory building, He Fugui has a friend living on the first floor, he tried his best to run into the community, "At that time, I wanted to enter the house, hiding in the iron gate, the knife could not poke." He Fugui said that he had only been to a friend's house once, and he had the impression of living in the east end, running more than 20 meters, entering the unit door, slamming the door hard, but no one opened the door, and later learned that he ran in the opposite direction. The murderer pressed up, and He Fugui did not have time to run upstairs, and was dragged down the slope of the stairs where the bicycle was parked in front of the door.
Sharp weapons continued to stab, the severe pain in his whole body made He Fugui shout, and in the empty corridor, several men did not say a word, cut him twelve times, and quickly left.
The smell of blood filled the air, and He Fugui was stabbed three times by the knife at the same position at the root of his thigh. He dragged his body out, his autumn pants and sweater pants were soaked with blood, and the cement path in front of the dormitory building was dragged out by him for more than twenty meters of blood, and when he climbed to the road on the west side of the supermarket, He Fugui shouted with all his remaining strength: "Killed!" Killed! ”
His wife, Lin Guixiang, heard what appeared to be her husband's shouts in the supermarket and hurried outside. Passers-by have formed a circle, people are calling the police, calling an ambulance, she hurriedly pushed away the crowd, almost frightened to fall, husband He Fugui has become a "blood man", Lin Guixiang hugged him, a strange man who ran out of the supermarket took off his pants belt and quickly stuck the root of He Fugui's thigh that was constantly bleeding.
"Xu Daoguo has come to kill me..." He Fugui fainted after saying to his wife.
The ambulance pulled He Fugui to the nearest Nanyang City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine for rescue, "seven pounds of blood transfusion alone." He Fugui's wife Lin Guixiang recalled. At eight o'clock the next night, He Fugui woke up, "It must be Xu Daoguo who has found someone to kill me." He repeated the words he had said before the coma. Xu Daoguo was the director of the Wolong Gin Factory in Nanyang City at that time, and He Fugui was once his driver, "I only had a conflict with him." ”
But later, according to the judgment of the Wolong District People's Court in Nanyang City, Henan Province, the mastermind behind the murder was xu Junzhang, and he paid others 7,000 yuan on four occasions. He Fugui had only seen Xu Junzhang twice in the factory, and he couldn't even remember his appearance; of the five accessories, He Fugui only knew Shi Zhenxiao, who was an employee of the security section of the factory.
After the police came to inquire about the record, Lin Guixiang dared to call his son He Guang to inform, but refused to tell him the specific situation. "In order to protect him, I am afraid that people will retaliate against the baby." Lin Guixiang said.
Fifteen years later, the old man of Nanyang still has an impression of this long-term vicious slashing incident in the street. The site of the incident, QiaoXin Life Square, has long been demolished, and now it has become a roast duck restaurant, and some people nearby still remember that "it seems that there was a killing incident"; the old security guard in the surrounding community recalled: "I heard that it was to arrest Xiao San or to cut more than twenty knives." "It's like hacking someone to death, and the streets are grinning at that time, and you know it." A cleaner sighed, "That's the big news in Nanyang!" ”
He Fugui was slashed 12 times and dragged along the front path of the building.
"Someone is looking for someone to get you"
Except inside the ginnery, few people know that it is He Fugui who escaped death. He is 62 years old, dry and thin, with a long face with sword eyebrows, two deeply concave nasolabial stripes, and the elderly spots around his temples are dotted, and the knife wounds of that year have left him with lameness. He carried with him a large thermos cup and a black briefcase, with copies of the verdict, whistleblower letter, indictment and other copies.
Most of the time, He Fugui was silent, unless the case was filed, every word printed on the A4 paper he was eager to take apart and say: "Xu Junzhang, Shi Zhenxiao, I have seen it a few times, and others do not know it at all." He Fugui couldn't help but get excited, "Say that I mess with the relationship between men and women, what is his woman's name, where does he live?" Don't know? He was inexplicably slashed 12 times, and was also rumored to be a third party, wanting to "get justice."
He Fugui's temper has never changed. Beginning in the 1980s, he drove for the leader at the White River Gin Factory. Nearly one meter eight tall, white and thin, hard driving skills, sharp work, selected by the leader at a glance. He Fugui became a red man in the factory, and at that time, "who wants to approve the note and take a leave, we can talk about it." "When there are activities in the unit, He Fugui's suits are all made in sets, and his wife Lin Guixiang also buys a lot of skirts. On the dance floor, He Fugui hummed the tune to the music, and his wife's skirt flew over, becoming the focus of the audience.
He Fugui is a good person, but also nosy, the factory has to harvest cotton every year, he made an analogy: 100 catties to give farmers 85 catties of money; cottonseed oil, 50 catties and 45 catties, cottonseed waste residue can be fed to cattle, sold to farmers, 35 catties and sold 50 catties. "Isn't this corruption what it is?" At that time, the factory also entered a lot of relatives and friends of the new factory director, He Fugui was not satisfied, but there was no direct conflict with the factory director - the third factory director at that time was called Xu Daoguo, He Fugui did not drink or go to dinner, rarely interacted with him in private, and what he thought about every day was "driving a good car to do a good job", sometimes Xu Daoguo stayed in the office with female colleagues after work, He Fugui had a head shaft, and he fugui had been waiting outside to send him home.
Twenty or thirty ginning factories in Nanyang City belong to the same system, the number of employees is huge, one mouth can pass thousands of pairs of ears, "They see me in the courtyard, they know that the factory director has not left." He Fugui said that the peach rumors gradually spread, and at a meeting, the director of the factory transferred He Fugui to open a diligent bus on the grounds that "the rearview mirror was destroyed and did not care for the vehicle". According to the regulations of that year, after 30 years of service, he could apply for internal retirement, and in 2002, he stopped driving and went to the local tax inspection bureau to work as a temporary worker security guard.
Away from the right and wrong gossip in the factory, the life is plain but also content. In 2003, the ginning factory was restructured, the factory built a fund-raising building for the employees, and He Fugui, who retired from the house, also paid 40,000 yuan, just waiting to get the key, a family of three can live in a three-bedroom apartment of more than 100 square meters. Two years later, the house was built, He Fugui was notified, the new house was worth 180,000 yuan, and the money could be made up to live. The employees who did not get the key collectively wrote a report letter and went to Beijing and Zhengzhou to find leaders to reflect the situation.
"Some employees insisted on filing a complaint for more than ten years." Huang Yi, a former leader in the ginning factory, said that as far as he knew, there were forty or fifty workers who had responded to problems such as housing, pension resettlement, and wage arrears, and some workers submitted the report materials to the Nanyang Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection.
The matter was not resolved, He Fugui's impatience came up again, and several colleagues simply pried open the lock of the house door and moved things in. On March 13, 2005, many "people in society" gathered in the courtyard of the fund-raising building, and the things in the homes of the employees who had moved in were thrown out, and He Fugui found Xu Daoguo, the director of the factory, and quarreled: "Why don't you let me live after paying the money?" ”
On the third night after the quarrel, he was slashed twelve times. He couldn't help but associate the two things together - before a colleague reminded He Fugui to guard against: "Someone is looking for someone to get you in Zaolin Village, and people think that the money is small and they have not come." "But he didn't take it seriously.
"That's killing chickens and monkeys." Huang Yi, the old leader of the factory, analyzed. Another employee, Lin Juqing, also participated in the report, and was later beaten by idle members of the society and bedridden for half a year, which was written into the whistleblower materials.
But everything is just He Fugui's speculation. Sometimes he can't figure it out, "I don't think so." On August 30, 2005, the Wolong District People's Court pronounced a verdict that the three murderers involved in the assassination were sentenced to 5-7 years in prison; one of the murderer's relatives voluntarily paid 10,000 yuan in advance and sentenced him to three years' imprisonment, suspended for four years; and Shi Zhenxiao's defender of the Security Section said that he "did not receive a penny in the whole process except for helping to identify", and finally committed the crime of intentional injury and was exempted from criminal punishment. The five compensated the plaintiff for economic losses of 76,415 yuan. At the time of the trial, He Fugui was still recuperating from his injuries and did not arrive at the scene, and only received 20,000 compensation, while the main criminal Xu Junzhang was still at large.
Wollongong Gin General Factory
Pursuers also
"Everything changed overnight, and everyone avoided him like a plague god." Lin Guixiang, He Fugui's wife, said that after the accident, no one from his colleagues who had a good relationship dared to come to see him, and when he saw it, he immediately bowed his head.
"The days that followed were not life, it was hell." Lin Guixiang choked, and for safety, they moved to a new home— a remote corner dozens of kilometers from downtown Nanyang. Neighbors all know that "the Qiao Xin case is a cruel and big thing", but they don't know that the newly moved retired workers are the victims.
Since then, the He family has completely disappeared from the gin factory system. After working in the factory for half a lifetime, He Fugui lost all his colleagues and friends.
Two months after the injury was healed, he began to run frequently to the police station, concerned about the whereabouts of the main offender, the last time, He Fugui remembered the reply: "There is no (main offender) identity registration photo information", can not be traced, he thought that the other party may be a habitual offender, did not dare to register. And his only impression of Xu Junzhang is that he is tall and black, and he wants to find a target in Nanyang City, which has a permanent population of more than 10 million, just like picking a bad worm out of a ton of cotton in a ginnery.
But He Fugui wanted to catch this bad worm. "Find Xu Junzhang, he can tell the truth behind it." He Fugui came up again, "I can't make people poke unclear." ”
After the injury, he could no longer do heavy work, and the scars around him were tortured day and night, and he would spasm and ache every day, and he could only fall asleep on sleeping pills. Usually at 7 o'clock in the morning, he leaves after breakfast, rides an electric car, wears a black motorcycle helmet and glasses, mask, pours a large bottle of water, and stays up until dark before returning home.
He Fugui learned about Xu Junzhang's hometown and address from his colleagues who had reported the factory leaders before, and when he asked, he learned that Xu Junzhang and xu Daoguo, the factory director, were originally relatives and once lived in the same village. Some people said that Xu Junzhang was in the jujube forest, He Fugui ran over, and the villagers said, "I moved away earlier, as if I moved to Changzhuang in the south", and he continued to go door to door to the south to inquire.
He did not dare to say that he was tracking down the murderer, and said in a panic, "Xu Junzhang owes money to people by gambling outside, and helps others inquire." Years of experience in old drivers came in handy - "to analyze people's psychology, the car in front of him and pedestrians his next move should be able to see, the car should be able to drive steadily" - when encountering strange villagers, he first carefully mentioned the name, watched the other party's reaction, generally "scratched his head, looked to the side and thought for a while" This is not known, there is no need to say down; if you clap your hands, or stutter, you have heard about it, and then rely on the tone of voice to judge whether they are close.
When there was wind and rain and snow, He Fugui went to a restaurant to eat bowls and noodles to rest; the sun was poisonous, and he sat under the beams of the house and on the side of the road next to the car. Five or six years after the accident, the most useful information for the visit was provided by the villagers of Changzhuang, who told He Fugui: "Xu Junzhang is called 'Xu Twelve' on the road, because the family ranks twelve, and you ask this name to everyone to know." He Fugui knew that he had taken a detour before.
Only his wife Lin Guixiang knew that he was going out to find someone, and they did not dare to tell their son, for fear that something would happen to him when he was young and vigorous. For more than a decade, some of the relevant responsible persons in the case have been retired and transferred, some have been dealt with due to dereliction of duty in other cases, and some have died, and the cases are long, and Xu Junzhang's whereabouts have always been unknown.
He Fugui became more and more non-talkative, irritable and irritable, and his salary was only a few hundred per month after retirement, Lin Guixiang worked as a cleaner in the morning and evening, and as a nanny at noon, and a few wages were enough to support a family. Sometimes at night, He Fugui's wounds hurt and woke up, and Lin Guixiang secretly cried on the side - those scars she had never touched once, and she didn't even dare to see, she let He Fugui wear long pants at home to cover up: "I saw that my heart was going to hurt to death." ”
He Fugui was cut off at the place where the incident occurred.
For a while, the clue was completely broken, He Fugui went all the way south from Zaolin Village, Changzhuang, Immortal Cave, Sand Pit... Occasionally listening to the people in the factory say that "Xu Twelve went to the field", He Fugui went home and sighed, he couldn't sleep all night, muttering about the details of the case, Lin Guixiang advised him: "We can't take care of our lives, when are you looking for a head?" ”
"Long hair, short sight!" So what should I have caught? I can't talk to you! He Fugui lost his temper again, and went to the living room to smoke a cigarette alone.
"Why do my son and I have to live like this?" Then why don't you poke others, and don't you want to offend others when they live in a house? Lin Guixiang wiped her tears, these words she did not dare to argue with her husband, after there was no clue, He Fugui wanted to commit suicide, she was afraid: "The baby is still so small, why do you tell us to live a life?" She reduced the sleeping pills stored in the refrigerator to less than ten tablets, did not dare to put more, and also helped her husband to inquire together.
About eight or nine years ago, Lin Guixiang and his colleagues chatted idly, and the husband of the other party was a native of Huangtaigang Town, Wancheng District, Nanyang City, saying, "Xu Twelve and I are fellow countrymen, and he lives in Nanyang."
That night, After He Fugui learned the news, he "had a lot of spirits" and went out early the next morning to inquire about Xu Junzhang's appearance and home address in Huangtaigang. His mood became more capricious, "The wired head is better, and it is not pleasing to see anything without a thread." Lin Guixiang said, "He didn't even smile when his grandson was born." ”
After the Wollongong Gin Factory replaced two directors, the old director Xu Daoguo gradually disappeared from the system vision. An old colleague found He Fugui, saying that "when he did not contact him for fear of retaliation, he knew that the person who cut him was a bad thing", and helped him get Xu Junzhang's household registration photo and license plate number from the township. He didn't understand, why did such a simple message say not found before?
After fifteen years of searching, He Fugui finally saw the clear appearance of the target: round face with small earlobes, slender eyes and light eyebrows, and short jaws of the toad's mouth. He printed out the photo and carried it in his jacket pocket, another colleague's relative "saw Xu Twelve playing cards", He Fugui rushed to inquire, only to learn that Xu Junzhang returned to Nanyang in 2006, remarried and had children, and lived near Guodian Primary School - the most recent time, He Fugui was only a few kilometers away from here.
He Fugui went to the point as usual "fully armed": the grass nests on both sides of the road in front of the community, he stayed for several hours, until "the mosquito bites can't stand it" before changing places; the loofah vines in the aisle fence are the only places for vehicles to enter and exit, He Fugui crouched in the weeds, one by one to the license plate number. Last summer, He Fugui confirmed that Xu Junzhang's car was home at a fixed time more than a dozen times, and only then did he have the courage to follow up, before entering the unit door, Xu Junzhang turned back violently, He Fugui hurriedly hid behind the butt of a car, the cat looked at the waist probe, Xu Junzhang looked hesitant for a while, before going to the first floor to open the door.
He Fugui wrote down the portal and hurried back to call the police officer in charge of the case: "I am looking for someone!" ”
Xu Junzhang's family community, one of the leftmost points of why the rich and noble stepped on
Unacceptable motivation
In a sense, He Fugui, an ordinary employee of the gin factory, was frozen for fifteen years: Weibo, WeChat, and Douyin, he would not use any of them; he did not know the popular entertainment stars of the moment; the smartphones changed from generation to generation, and he still only answered phones and sent text messages by hand. Recently, he was fascinated by the TV series "Sweeping Black Storm", thinking that he was Li Chengyang, played by Sun Honglei, Li Chengyang pursued the truth for fourteen years, and finally restored his identity as a policeman, he "can envy people", but also learned the tone of the lines in the TV series: "The truth can definitely be revealed, what is the evil?" I believed that the top would give me an explanation. His son He Guang said that he was particularly serious when watching TV, did not say a word, frowned and smoked, and everyone in the family knew that he was thinking about his own business and did not dare to disturb.
After finding Xu Junzhang's address, the arrest was delayed. He Fugui was anxious and rewrote the material to reflect the situation: he continued to stay on the spot while urging the case-handling personnel to inquire about the progress of the case-handling personnel by phone, afraid that "Xu Junzhang would run again." More than four months later, in late November last year, He Fugui finally received a call from the police asking him to "first seduce and then arrest."
At 6:30 p.m., after He Fugui squatted and drove back from Xu Junzhang, he immediately informed the police and his son that he had "never been so excited and scared" in 15 years. When he saw the case-handling personnel, he couldn't help but remind: "When our police lights are turned off, we will say that it is the neighborhood committee after a while, and we must not alarm him." ”
The person who opened the door was Xu Junzhang's wife, and a group of people rushed in, Xu Junzhang was wearing red and white pajamas and was cooking in the kitchen. "That's him!" He Fugui couldn't help shouting. Xu Junzhang admitted his identity and got into the police car with his head bowed. He Fugui asked his son He Guang to drive behind him to escort him. That night outside the police station, the father and son ate a bowl of noodles nearby, and after the accident, He Guang saw "the old man happy" for the first time, and his words increased.
Then, once passing by the place where the incident occurred, he walked in to see, and just happened to meet an old friend who wanted to ask for help, and the other party complained: "Then why don't you find it?" He Fugui sighed, "Did I run the wrong door?" I thought there was no one in the house. "He hammered the other side and could joke too."
15 years later, the original office building of the White River Gin Factory has been built with large high-rise buildings, and the fund-raising buildings have been stacked on top of each other. When he met an old colleague riding a bicycle to greet him, he couldn't help but mention the events of that year, and the other party was embarrassed to be silent for a while and said goodbye in a hurry. The gate of the agricultural school across the road is new and spacious, the prosperous old KTV of that era has changed its brand, and the Qiao Xin Life Square has become a restaurant... He didn't have a chance to witness these changes, hiding on the edge of the old city of Nanyang, and rarely came back here in a bright and upright way.
The fund-raising building that caused a contradiction in that year
When the court enforced compensation last year, He Fugui and his son once again met Shi Zhenxiao of the Security Section, and he became fat and black; later he heard that Xu Daoguo, a 73-year-old factory director, was bedridden and sick, and his wife saw him a few months ago, riding a small tricycle with his wife.
On August 17 this year, Xu Junzhang, the main criminal he had been looking for for 15 years, finally sat in the defendant's seat. During the video trial during the epidemic, according to the recollection of observers, Xu Junzhang was accused of intentional injury, and confessed his motives in court: Once He Fugui drove by, he was splashed with water, so he held a grudge. "Did you hurt me?" "Nothing." "Then you found someone to cut him twelve times because of this?"
Xu Junzhang did not change his statement.
He Fugui couldn't figure it out, "He can't even say what car, we haven't seen it twice, there is no revenge." After fifteen years of searching, the other party confessed a motive that he could not accept.
He continued to write materials to the petitioning department, and his wife did not want to be afraid anymore and advised him to forget it: "We are the common people." He Fugui stopped talking. He didn't know that this matter was not only trapped by himself: in the year of the accident, his son He Guang was still a small who only knew how to go to the Internet café, in order to share the economic pressure of the family and help his father to pursue the murderer, He Guang did all the hard work, and even gave up the lover who had been with him for many years, because the other party wanted him to leave Nanyang to develop; he also had a chance to go to the provincial capital city system, but I had to guard my father, every day someone had to listen to him - He Guang almost every day at noon on time to go home.
The home layout is also full of traces of the events of that year: the front and back doors are installed with special iron bolts, which are plugged in after returning to the house; where there are windows, there are lights outside, and strangers can light the lights first; there is a small vegetable garden outside, shovels and other agricultural tools are placed near the kitchen, and kitchen knives are also placed in the place of hand.
After the accident, He Fugui set rules for his family: even if he took a detour, he could only walk on the main road in many places, and he had to go home when it was dark. When I first moved in, as soon as there was a stranger walking around at the door, the whole family was worried and nervous when they heard the footsteps. He Fugui is still used to walking behind people, he walks slowly with a limp, and stops as soon as there is movement behind him.
Husband, father, grandfather, all identities are lost in the identity of the victim of the "Qiao Xin case". The children were afraid of him, once the granddaughter wanted to see the bald head strong, He Fugui lost her temper and dropped the remote control, the granddaughter was scared to cry, he remembered to regret: "I can't control it, I don't know why I don't get angry with the person closest to me." Sometimes I want to say something to my son, and when I get to my mouth, I become "go back when it's dark, pay attention to safety."
When the children were there, he was careful not to let the scars on his body be revealed, feeling that "it is humiliating to be cut." Lin Guixiang still remembers he Fugui on the dance floor when he was young, and later he fell disabled and could no longer dance, and Lin Guixiang rarely wore skirts again. When the case is completely settled, she plans to take He Fugui to Beijing and drag him "out of hell."
But the obsession of more than ten years has already eaten this body into the air, He Fugui mentions the case every day as long as he opens his mouth, and his son recently used "Sweeping Black Storm" to persuade him to relax: "What is Li Chengyang's last?" You say there is no problem solving? ”
He Fugui nodded, and then silently lit a cigarette.
(In the text, He Fugui, He Guang, Lin Guixiang, Huang Yi, xu Daoguo are pseudonyms)
Source: Polar Day
Editor: Zhang Heng