Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Qishui has been raining heavily in the past few days.

The heat accumulated in early summer disappeared.

The city was also washed cool and transparent by the rain, and the streets and alleys were somewhat refreshed.

"it's finally over!"

Li Changan walked out of the police station and stretched a lot.

It has been a week since I broke into the black jail of the quarry alone that day. In the past week, the Taoist priests did nothing else. They just reported to the police station every day, repeating their confessions and tossing. There is no way, this matter can be regarded as an uproar in Qishui, and even the whole country. It is a big case that broke the sky, so it is inevitable that the procedure is more cautious and cumbersome.

Of course, there may not be other reasons, such as the last struggle of some people.

However, the incident was so turbulent that Li Chang'an and Yuan Xiaochuan stabbed the media at the beginning for certain considerations.

Secondly, Yuan Xiaochuan stared at the case almost endlessly. The fact that Liu Weidong's surveillance video disappeared under his nose is still fresh in his memory.

In the third place, the victims hated the Anyuan company's group of people, and they were biting to death with their mutual vocalizations.

Therefore, even if some people have hands and eyes open to the sky, don't want to confuse this hole.

It's because of the suffering of Li Chang'an. After a good trip, he had to go to the police station to talk about cars every day. Fortunately, Yuan Xiaochuan told him just now that this case is considered to be on Li Changan's side.

Therefore, the Taoist priests did not intend to stay in Qishui to watch the excitement, but wanted to go home early.

However, before that, he has to go to a place first to see if he can do a little thing.

...

Fengshun Village.

The gate of the village committee.

The villagers gathered together, enclosing three stories inside and three stories outside.

Regardless of men, women and children, everyone’s faces are filled with worry and resentment.

Worries, questions, and crying were constantly thrown out of everyone's mouths, gathered together, and turned back into the sky.

"If the company goes down, what should I do with the thatch in the fields?"

"I heard that the owner of the pig farm will also be arrested and go to jail. Will he pay the rent for the land he occupies?"

"The new road at the head of the village is being repaired by the red grass. It has only been repaired halfway now. After this problem, the road is still repaired? Is our wages still settled?"

"I said a long time ago that planting grass in the fields is just unreliable!"

"You said earlier? Just count your family's planting the most."

"Okay! What do you guys say? Blame her if you want to blame."

"Yes! Blame this silly lady."

In the end, all the worries, questions, and crying turned into anger and rushed to the middle of the crowd, a thin, shaggy, dirty woman.

"It is because of you that reporter found the quarry."

"Because of you, the thatch in the whole village can't be sold."

"Because of you, the roads in the village will also be suspended."

"Because of you, we can't get any money!"

Men smoking cigarettes on the periphery and screaming curses; women pointing and tearing their hands inside; ignorant children digging through the cracks, learning from the "fools", "bitches" and "white-eyed wolves" among the masses. Yelled nonsensely, and spit in the past from time to time.

But Xiaohui stood there trembling, the anger of the people around him forced her to stay where she couldn't escape like swords, guns and halberds. She could only hook her head and whispered:

"I didn't, I didn't..."

The voice was slight and vague, insignificant in the curses of Skywarp, but even so, it was caught by some sensitive ears.

"You dare to quibble!"

A thin old woman emerged from the cracks. She rushed up and slammed Xiaohui's arm, cursing loudly amidst Xiaohui's cry.

"Our village is for you to eat and for you to wear. If you do it well, the whole village will have no food to eat. You are a short-lived broom star. You are a white-eyed wolf who eats inside and out!"

These words caused the crowd to applaud, and the old woman nodded at the surroundings with restraint, and continued to curse:

"If it weren't for you silly woman, how could Fang Dun'er go to jail? He is still a baby, and he will be ruined by you as a **** for the rest of his life!"

After saying this, there was a bit of coldness in the crowd, and some people even quietly curled their lips.

The village is just such a small place. Who in the village doesn't know the troubles of her family?

Her grandson hasn't learned well since she was a child, stealing chickens, petting dogs, smoking, drinking, premature love, fighting, tattooing, dyeing hair, and perming his hair. This person has been ruined a long time ago, so he is embarrassed to put the blame on the fool?

But now is the time for the same hatred and unanimous condemnation, the crowd hesitated for a while, and there was another enthusiastic agreement.

The old woman was greatly encouraged, and she had the illusion of enjoying the voice of the people. When she was excited, she was not too dirty, and grabbed Xiaohui's greasy and fluffy hair.

"You give us an honest account today."

The question of the old woman slid to the next three roads, the most weird to see.

"Did you hook up with that reporter to make you feel better, so you dare to say anything?!"

Xiaohui was screamed "Ao Ao", and the atmosphere in the court became more and more joyous. If it had been decades earlier, it would be time to beat the gongs and drums to prepare for the pig cage.

But at this time, an untimely rebuttal sounded abruptly outside the crowd.

"Your old lady said nonsense (slanderously), this is absolutely nothing."

"You know?!"

The old woman was enjoying the voice of the people, she was suddenly questioned, and then turned back fiercely.

The crowd here also consciously dispersed, revealing a young man behind.

This person is holding a box of milk in one hand and hiding behind him in the other. His face is very strange, he is obviously not from the village.

The young man smiled.

"Of course I know."

He pointed to his nose.

"I'm the reporter."

There was a sudden stagnation in the field.

The faces of the villagers were shocked, at a loss, and even scared. Of course, they were more angry and unkind. A part of the men winked at each other and quietly gathered around.

Li Changan grinned open, showing his big white teeth. Then, he took out the objects hidden behind his back and threw them into the crowd.

That is a long string of firecrackers.

Immediately.

"Cracking."

Thousands of loud firecrackers blew up smoke and dust in the crowd. Taking advantage of the flustered effort, the Taoist sprinted past, grabbed the bewildered Xiaohui and ran out.

...

After a while.

Somewhere outside the village.

Li Changan looked at Xiaohui's face. The old woman's slap just now could be confiscated, and now her slap prints are already red and shiny.

The Taoist sighed in his heart, but tried to make his warmest and soft smile on his face.

"Xiaohui."

"what."

Xiaohui shrunk her neck, lowered her head and let out a fist.

"I'll take you to a new home, okay?"

She raised her head, looked straight at Li Changan, and sucked her nose.

"Is anyone playing with me?"

"Have."

"Anything to eat?"

"Also."

"Can I watch TV?"

"Can."

She hooked her head again, shook her head and looked around on the ground.

The Taoist priest was not in a hurry, waiting for her answer.

But before long, she took out a few mints from her pocket, raised her face and grinned at the Taoist priest.

"I treat you to sweets."

The Taoist was stunned, then smiled and let go of her hand that grabbed her, and went to pick up the mints.

But as soon as the candy fell in her hand, Xiaohui jumped out, and ran to the opposite ridge, shouting from a distance.

"Bah! Trafficker!"

Leaving Li Changan holding milk in one hand and a few mint candies in the other, he was dumbfounded.

Okay.

Today, Pan Dao is going to be a "human trafficker"!

...

The lights are early, and the night is cool.

It's a good time for Hupeng Huanyou night market.

On a large folding table, grilled skewers, beer, crayfish, and braised pork platter were dazzling. Li Changan, Yuan Xiaochuan, Liu Weidong, and Zou Ping sat down and ate happily.

After Li Changan found Xiaohui, he planned to leave Qishui directly, but after Yuan Xiaochuan learned about it, he said that the Taoist priests had helped so much that he had to invite a meal anyway. The kindness is difficult, and the Taoist priest agreed. Later, somehow, Liu Weidong and his wife also got involved. It just so happened that the last time the skewer fell because of the fat cat falling from the sky, so this time I decided to set it at the barbecue stall next to Liu Weidong's house.

It was the situation at seven or eight o'clock.

The nightlife in the small place ended early, and people have already returned home one after another.

Li Changan’s table is next to the entrance of the corridor, and neighbors who come in and out will always meet each other.

But Taoist priests slowly discovered that when these neighbors ran into their own table of people, their expressions and actions were somewhat weird, and even with some malicious intent. Taoist priest thought it was because of Zou Ping's mouth, but gradually realized that this maliciousness seemed to be directed at himself more.

"That is their guilty conscience."

Zou Ping said with a sneer.

"Because you exposed the quarry, the Red Mao gang is going to collapse!"

This Li Changan didn't understand even more. Isn't it better for the place when the evil forces collapse? What are these people's guilty consciences?

Zou Tan paralyzed with his only movable arm and took a big sip of wine, then he laughed, the laughter was sharp and cheerful.

"Of course they must have a guilty conscience, not only a guilty conscience, but also fear."

"The old lady Zhou from my house, her baby works at Red Mao Company; the man upstairs in my house sells Red Mao outside; the old man downstairs in my house, he is a retired employee of Red Mao Company; There is the experienced Jia on the ground floor, who is the contractor who went to the Red Mao Group to repair the house; and the windmill on the second floor, who runs the canteen in the Red Mao factory..."

"One of them counts as one of them. They are all dogs raised by Hong Daihai! Now the dog owners are about to die. Those who become dogs will only have their tails to eat shit!"

The more Zou Ping talked, the more joyful he was, and the louder and louder he spoke, which attracted the attention of people around him.

Liu Weidong was soft-tempered, so he quickly calmed his wife and asked her to speak quietly, while changing the subject wisely.

"Ms. Li, why should you leave now? What a pity."

This is a real question.

If we regard the attack on Hong Daihai as a football match. Li Changan is now leaving Qishui. Even if he goes home, he will continue to pay attention. It is like the game is going to a wonderful place, but he leaves the scene and goes home to watch the live broadcast.

Li Changan peeled the crayfish slowly, with a relaxed expression.

"Everything I can do is done. It doesn't matter whether I stay or not. What happened to this thing..."

He pointed to Yuan Xiaochuan.

"That's your business."

"Old Li, don't worry."

Yuan Xiaochuan drank a little, slapped his chest and shouted on the spot.

"I don't dare to say too much about other things, but at least you catch this group of people, one of them counts as one, and all of them will go to jail."

After speaking, he thought about it again.

"Oh, that's not right."

"There is a little baby inside, with colorful hair, what's his name..."

"Fang Dun'er?"

"Yes." Yuan Xiaochuan patted the table. "That's the one who killed Matt. He was young, and he just joined the gang. He didn't have time to commit anything. I guess he won't be able to go to jail."

He just slurped a large glass of cold beer and puffed out his cigarette.

"But I think that sooner or later this kind of person will be a scourge, so it's better to keep him off for a few years."

"Maybe."

Li Changan responded casually.

…

After three rounds of wine, drunk-eyed.

The table was messy, and the supper came to an end.

Finally, Li Changan asked about the condition of the people he rescued from the black jail.

Yuan Xiaochuan was full of wine and food, spread out on a chair, picking his teeth with a toothpick, and lazily returned:

"Then ask Old Liu. He hasn't protested these days, and ran to the hospital every day to help take care of the witnesses."

"They are all okay. The young man who is the most serious is also rescued. Maybe some sequelae have to be cultivated slowly."

At this time of drinking, Liu Weidong also accumulated some pride in his chest.

He asked the boss to bring white wine, poured a full glass, stood up and respected Li Changan:

"This cup belongs to the witnesses in the hospital. They can't come, I will respect you for them."

He drank it and poured another glass.

"This cup belongs to my mother-in-law. She has a bad temper after the car accident, but I know it is because of her heartache."

He wiped his red eyes and poured another glass after drinking.

"This cup belongs to me. Great grace doesn't say any thanks. I will take care of my mother-in-law in this life, and I will treat you as a cat and a dog in the next life!"

These words are also unique, worthy of the opening of a pet shop, when others are treated as cattle and horses, he is treated as cats and dogs.

Li Changan also stood up and picked up the herbal tea on hand.

"I have to drive and replace wine with tea."

"Take care of yourself."

"Bon Voyage."

...

Supper is over, and they leave.

Liu Weidong went home with the drunk Zou Ping, Yuan Xiaochuan was going to the police station to continue guarding, and Li Changan was going to the parking place.

The two dropped in and got to the car together.

Sudden.

A dirty face "slapped" on the car window.

Yuan Xiaochuan was shocked to wake up.

"You borrowed my car just to abduct women?"

Knowing that he was joking, the Taoist priest couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"What are you talking about, she's the Xiaohui I told you about."

Li Changan briefly recounted what he saw in the village today and explained:

"She can't stay in the village now."

"There is a welfare home in Shuangqing. They have set up a rehabilitation center for the disabled. I want to send her there."

Yuan Xiaochuan was still a little confused.

"Send a handicapped person to the orphanage, should the guardian agree? Are you her guardian?"

Li Changan is certainly not Xiaohui's guardian, but he happens to have acquaintances in that orphanage.

He opened the door of the car, handed the packed food container to Xiaohui, who was eager, and said a roundabout sentence.

"The good Chinese people are good at human relations, and the bad is bad because they don't care about the rules."