The train driver in the courtyard

Chapter 362 Let others pursue morality.

Interrogation room.

The lights were dim.

The dim light fell on Zhang Xiuhua's face, making it look sallow.

Since entering the interrogation room, Zhang Xiuhua remained silent and closed her eyes tightly.

It seemed like she was in hell at this point.

Nothing in the world has anything to do with her.

Yanzi's rational interrogation had no effect, and he could only turn his gaze to Li Aiguo.

嘚嘚

Tapping his fingers on the table, Li Aiguo noticed that Zhang Xiuhua's eyebrows were trembling slightly, and then Li Aiguo said slowly: "Zhang Xiuhua, today I met Uncle Feng, the tombkeeper of Mentougou Cemetery."

Zhang Xiuhua's eyes slowly opened, but his face remained expressionless and silent.

Li Aiguo said: "The old man told me that a theft occurred in the cemetery recently.

It is strange to say that the thief does not steal gold, silver and jewelry, but specializes in digging other people's graves and stealing urns. "

Zhang Xiuhua's hands hidden under the chair clenched tightly, and his ears stood up.

pat.

Light the cigarette with a lighter.

hiss.

call.

Accompanied by a thick white smoke.

A sound wormed its way into Zhang Xiuhua's ears like a poisonous snake, burrowed along the auricle, penetrated deep into her belly and six internal organs, and gnawed desperately.

“Among the graves that were excavated, there was a man I had captured before, whose name seemed to be Shang Chonghou.

Tsk tsk, this name is really good, but the person is not good enough.

A good person is not a good person, and he has to work as a lackey for a bad person.

Not only were the peanuts eaten, but the ashes were also dug up. "

Zhang Xiuhua's face changed drastically and her lips opened slightly.

But she tried her best to suppress herself, so much so that a muffled groan escaped her throat.

Li Aiguo acted as if he had not heard anything. He took a puff of cigarette and said to himself: "It would be a good place for Shang Chonghou's ashes to be dumped in a field by the roadside.

Maybe it can be used as waste, and the commune members in the suburbs of Beijing can harvest a few more crops next year.

It can be considered as his atonement.

If you were thrown into the latrine by a thief.

Tsk tsk, he might have to live in a cesspool from now on.

The most terrifying thing is being eaten by pigs and dogs.

I heard that if you pass through the intestines of a pig or dog, you will be reincarnated as...

"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiuhua couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at the top of her lungs: "No, it's impossible. I went there just the day before yesterday, and the old Shang's grave was not dug at all! You're talking nonsense."

After the words came out, Zhang Xiuhua realized that he had been fooled.

"Yes, I am Shang Chonghou's wife." Zhang Xiuhua felt that there was no need to hide it.

Li Aiguo didn't ask any more questions. Yanzi picked up the pen and said, "So, you didn't die back then?"

“The situation was not good back then, and I was at a higher level than Lao Shang, so I left early.

Waiting for the old businessman over there.

Who knew, who knew... I actually waited until the news that he was shot. "

Zhang Xiuhua gritted her teeth and stared at Li Aiguo with angry eyes.

If possible, she wished she could rush forward, peel off Li Aiguo's skin, pull out Li Aiguo's tendons, grind his flesh and blood bit by bit with her teeth, and swallow it into her stomach.

"Lao Shang and I did a lot of bad things.

But that’s all for his own sake, and we didn’t do anything wrong.

After I got there, I read scriptures and prayed all day long.

Isn’t it enough to be kind-hearted?

Why did you still kill Lao Shang? "

"boom!"

Li Aiguo slammed the table and stood up, glaring at Zhang Xiuhua angrily: "What a kindhearted person! You have killed so many people, and your hands are stained with blood debt. Can it be offset by just reciting a few verses? It's simply ridiculous. !You are deceiving yourself.”

"You" Zhang Xiuhua was speechless.

She was dull for a moment, then suddenly laughed twice, and simply said, "I don't want to live anymore anyway, you are really wishful thinking in wanting to get news from my mouth!"

The mad and harsh voice echoed in the cramped interrogation room, giving people goosebumps all over their bodies.

Zhang Xiuhua's left leg is crossed on her right leg, and she is sitting like a tyrant, like a dead pig who is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

Zhou Ke and Yanzi both turned their attention to Li Aiguo.

All they can count on now is Li Aiguo.

"Really, you really deserve to die, but I'm a kind person, and there's something else I want to tell you. Shang Chonghou's ashes were really stolen." Li Aiguo leaned back and smiled lightly.

"You're talking nonsense, I saw it with my own eyes, that grave."

In the middle of Zhang Xiuhua's words, he seemed to remember something, his voice suddenly stopped, and his throat seemed to be grasped by big hands.

She sensed Li Aiguo's intentions.

"That grave was not dug in the past, but it may be dug now, and it may be dug tomorrow."

"No way, I know you people, you can't do that kind of despicable thing."

Zhang Xiuhua stared at Li Aiguo: "It is precisely because of this that we were able to gain the upper hand when we first competed."

"You are right." Li Aiguo said with a smile: "But do you still remember Uncle Feng, the old man who guarded the cemetery?

His wife and children were killed by people like you back then.

What do you think he would do if he learned Shang Chonghou's true identity! "

Zhang Xiuhua's expression changed drastically and he hesitated.

She had met Old Man Feng.

The old guy has a rather weird temper, and may be called a lunatic.

Zhang Xiuhua soon found herself in an embarrassing situation.

She knew clearly that Li Aiguo might just be scaring her.

But he didn’t dare to gamble.

After all, those were Shang Chonghou’s ashes.

According to the older generation, if you are thrown into a filthy place, you will be tortured forever.

Zhang Xiuhua is an infatuated woman, otherwise she would not risk her life and return to the capital to avenge her husband.

"You are despicable!" Zhang Xiuhua slumped on the chair like a punctured ball.

"I have never been afraid to use despicable methods to deal with despicable people. Being soft-hearted towards bad people is a crime against good people."

Li Aiguo didn't feel anything was wrong.

Let others pursue morality.

He just needs to catch all these monsters and demons in one fell swoop.

Zhang Xiuhua is now convinced that Li Aiguo is indeed capable of digging up the ashes, and his psychological defense completely collapses.

"I can help you testify against Mr. Hou."

"Is it just Mr. Hou? Where are the people who sent you here?" Li Aiguo said seriously:

"Zhang Xiuhua, if you don't give a thorough explanation, you don't give a complete explanation.

I advise you not to play tricks on me. "

At this moment, Zhang Xiuhua felt that the man in front of her was like a devil.

She said in a trembling voice: "The person who sent me to the capital is a temporary worker from the Guangzhou Materials Bureau. They are responsible for the deployment."

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Bingshen year, Jihai month, Renwu day.

It is easy to get married, travel and clean. It is not suitable for burial.

late at night.

The darkness was like a heavy quilt, wrapping the entire capital tightly.

This noisy metropolis finally fell into silence.

There is a large mansion at the west entrance of the Capital Polishing Factory, but it emits weak light and a few faint noises can be heard from time to time.

The sweat on his forehead blurred his eyes.

He was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit for fear of being heard by people in the hospital.

After retracting his head, he carefully raised his sleeves to wipe away the sweat.

Then he continued to poke his head and look into the courtyard.

He didn't know when he would be able to act, and he didn't know if he would be able to act tonight, but he knew his responsibilities.

Sudden.

The door of the big house opened, and a carriage drove slowly out of the yard.

A coffin was pulled on the carriage, followed by seven or eight people wearing white mourning robes and wearing hemp ropes on their heads.

They hold paper to tie up snow willows, and their green cloth shoes are covered with white cloth.

The crisp sound of the horse's hooves trampling on the bluestone was like a heavy hammer hitting the body of the black tunic suit.

They had done a lot of planning before.

It was speculated that the Hou family would take a jeep, a truck, or even walk out of the capital.

That way, they can find any excuse to stop them.

But now this is a funeral procession.

As the old saying goes, don't bully the young to be poor, don't bully the middle-aged to be poor, don't bully the old to be poor, the dead will be the worst!

Young people, middle-aged people, and old people can be bullied, but you can’t bully the dead!

Now, just a few years after liberation, the old rules are still rampant.

Colliding and blocking the funeral procession is a serious matter, and the owner may be desperate.

Black Zhongshan was extremely worried.

at this time.

In the funeral procession.

Hou Youde, who was not wearing mourning clothes, just tied a white cloth strip on his arm.

He turned around and cupped his hands at Director Zhang of the Subdistrict Office: "Old Zhang, Lao Bai's matter has really caused you trouble."

"Alas, Lao Bai fled with the money and was killed by a murderer. Lao Hou, you can ignore the past grudges and send him back to his hometown to bury him in peace. It is the most benevolent and righteous thing." Director Zhang of the Daqianmen Subdistrict Office looked a little moved, and there was a flash in his eyes. sad:

"Lao Bai and I are also old friends. This is what I should do. Don't say thank you."

"Lao Bai regards you as his best friend all his life. If I know that you send me off in person, I will feel relieved even under the circumstances."

Director Zhang of the subdistrict office was stunned for a moment.

Originally, he was going to go back to rest after paying his condolences to Lao Bai, but now he felt a little embarrassed to leave.

"It's rare to find a close friend in life, and this is what I should do. But don't say anything about resting in peace. This is a new society, and there are some things that you can't say too much."

"I understand, I understand." A sneer flashed in Hou Youde's eyes, and then he waved his hand: "Let's set off and send Bai Jiashan home!"

The driver driving the carriage shook the reins slightly.

The big maroon horse kicked the ground with all four hooves, and the carriage moved forward slowly.

The night was deep and completely silent, with only the gentle breeze blowing quietly among the leaves, bringing with it bursts of cold air.

At this time, the moon was obscured by thick clouds, making the already dark road even more eerie.

Hou Bingchang, the third son of the Hou family in the funeral procession, was feeling a little depressed.

Before leaving, he originally planned to take people to the courtyard, tie up Chen Xueru, and take him away together.

No matter how bad it was, he could still taste the meat, but was stopped by Hou Youde.

If you leave the capital this time, you may never be able to come back.

It's such a pity that I can't kiss Xiangze with that little girl.

It was a waste of money for the train driver.

Hou Bingchang's mood suddenly became even worse.

He was rich, handsome, and leisurely. Before liberation, he was like a high-ranking Ximen official. Chen Xueru, a little girl, actually chose a hard-working train driver instead of him.

Are you blind? !

Hou Bingchang raised his wrist to check the time. It was two o'clock in the morning. The train driver must be sleeping with Chen Xueru in his arms.

When thinking of that erotic scene, Hou Bingchang gritted his teeth with jealousy.

The sound of gritted teeth was particularly harsh in the silent funeral procession, which attracted the attention of Director Zhang of the subdistrict office, and Hou Youde had to step in to cover him.

"Bingchang, today I am attending the funeral for your Uncle Bai. The comrades at the police station should be responsible for revenge."

"Ahem" I felt a bit chilly all over. Director Wang from the sub-district office nodded in agreement: "Lao Hou, your thinking is getting more and more progressive now."

"This is all thanks to you, the chief director. Thanks to your teachings, our Hou family can find its way back."

Director Zhang of the sub-district office was very happy because he could wear a lot of clothes but could not wear flattery.

Recently, the Hou family has actively cooperated with public-private partnerships, and most of the Hou family's silk and satin shops and tailor shops have completed joint ventures.

These, of course, belong to the Daqianmen Subdistrict Office and are the result of his efforts as the director of the Subdistrict Office.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to come here at night to help people with funerals.

Director Wang looked up at the gray front, feeling indescribably happy.

As long as Lao Bai is sent back to his hometown, the remaining silk and satin shops of the Hou family will soon accept public-private partnership.

Hou Youde was also in a particularly proud mood.

He's not as stupid as Lou Bancheng. He drives four or five large trucks around the capital. Isn't that just waiting to be caught? !

Who dares to stop the funeral carriage?

As long as you leave the capital, there will already be people waiting outside to help you.

It won't be long before he can leave the mainland.

At this moment, there was an engine roar in the distance.

Several bright car lights flashed ahead.

There was a panic in the funeral procession. Hou Youde waved his hand quickly: "Don't worry, we are the funeral procession, they will not come for us."

The voice just fell.

Click and hold.

A jeep pulled up in front of the funeral procession.

On the jeep, Li Aiguo said to Zhou Ke: "Brake lightly first, then step on the clutch, and finally step on the brake to the bottom, so that you can slow down and stop in the shortest time."

Zhou Ke: "Just tell me whether the car stopped or not?"

"The car has stopped, where is your kid's forehead?"

Zhou Ke rubbed his red and swollen forehead and said nothing.

After reviewing subject three, Li Aiguo opened the door and got out of the car.

At this time, Minister Yanzi and Niu had already led people to block the way of the funeral procession.

Under the dim street lights, two jeeps and a truck surrounded the funeral procession.

No one reacted to this strange scene, and the scene fell into silence. You could even hear the sound of white slips of paper on the snow willows fluttering in the wind.

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

Minister Niu came out and shouted: "Who is the owner of this house?"

"me"

Hou Youde raised his hand and ran over and said: "Leader, my surname is Hou, I am the director of the Hou family silk and satin shop, and the vice chairman of our Beijing Federation of Industry and Commerce. I am having a funeral at home today.

You guys are armed with knives and guns, and you even led people to stop our funeral procession. Isn't it inappropriate? ! "

The tone is soft, but the words are hard.

And placing himself on a moral high ground, Hou Youde is not an ordinary person.

Li Aiguo had heard of Hou Youde's name a lot these days, and he had never met him before, so naturally he wanted to take a closer look.

The man was thin, with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles.

Wearing a fine woolen tunic, he looked like an ordinary old man.

Only when the hazy gaze sweeps over can one realize its extraordinary features.

The lights on the roadside emitted a dim yellow light, making everyone's face look gloomy.

Hou Youde couldn't figure out what went wrong.

But at this time, the stage has been set up, and all the gongs and drums guys are playing.

Naturally, we have to fight face to face with gongs and drums.

Hou Youde straightened his collar, puffed out his chest and said coldly: "Which unit do you belong to?"

Looks angry.

The tone is serious.

Impressive.

He looked like a veteran cadre who had been wronged.

If Minister Niu had not learned the truth from Li Aiguo in advance, he would have been deceived by this guy.

"Qianmen Locomotive Depot Armed Forces Department."

"Isn't the locomotive depot in charge of trains? Why does it also have to take care of us residents?"

Hou Bingchang had suffered a big loss from the locomotive depot, and he bravely stood up at this time: "Did you extend your claws too far?

Do you really think that the capital is dominated by train drivers like you? "

"Bingchang, don't talk nonsense."

Hou Youde pretended to scold his son, cupped his hands in front of Minister Niu and said, "The dog is young and ignorant, and I hope you can forgive him.

However, this is Daqianmen Street and has nothing to do with your locomotive depot.

Please leave as soon as possible, otherwise things will get worse. Don’t blame us for being rude! "

"Bai Jiashan is suspected of kidnapping the family members of our locomotive depot employees, which is naturally related to our locomotive depot." Minister Niu said with a straight face.

The maintenance department's management is really broad enough. This can all be related.

Hou Youde's eyes darkened and he almost fainted from anger.

But he really couldn't refute it. After all, Zhao Qingfang was considered a family member of Li Aiguo's family.

He took a deep breath to calm down and argued: "Kidnapping? Impossible! Bai Jiashan has been killed by bad guys. How can he be kidnapped? You must have made a mistake."

"Besides, the deceased is the most important, I hope you can show your dignity and don't hit the deceased."

Minister Niu didn't answer, just waved his hand.

At this time, the security officers who got off the truck had already surrounded the funeral procession.

The jet-black gun barrel emitted a little cold light under the light, penetrating the heavy night.

When Hou Youde saw that the people in the locomotive depot would not give in, he did not panic and turned to look at Director Zhang of the Daqianmen Street Office.

"Old Zhang, look at this"

The chess pieces he carefully laid out were finally going to come in handy.

Director Zhang was not willing to confront the locomotive department.

Just for the public-private partnership of the silk and satin shop in the neighborhood, I had to bite the bullet and come forward.

“This leader, I am the director of the sub-district office of Daqianmen Street.

Here is the death certificate issued by the civil affairs department, as well as the route out of the city.

As for your so-called kidnapping case, I have heard about it, but there is no evidence at all.

Now that people are dead, for the sake of peace in the neighborhood, I think it’s better to bury them in their graves as soon as possible. "

As he spoke, Director Zhang handed over the road note and death certificate with both hands.

Minister Niu took it and without checking it carefully, turned around and handed it to Li Aiguo.

With the help of the weak light, Director Zhang also recognized Li Aiguo at this time.

"You, you are Director Chen's husband, the train driver?"

"Director Zhang, I didn't expect to meet you here today."

After Li Aiguo smiled and said hello, he handed the road note and death certificate back to Director Zhang: "Director, please understand that we do not mean to embarrass you, but..."

His expression changed, and he suddenly pointed at the coffin and said coldly: "I suspect Butler Bai is faking his death!"

"Fake death? How is this possible? That's me." Hou Bingchang was about to blurt out, but Hou Youde glared back.

Hou Youde also realized at this time that this group of people came prepared.

The so-called fake death theory is just an excuse they are looking for.

He had to admire in his heart that this method was really effective.

However, it would be too disrespectful to think of controlling the Hou family so easily.

Hou Youde looked at Director Zhang coldly: "Old Zhang, after liberation, our Hou family actively cooperated with the work on the street and helped you a lot.

Lao Bai died today. I just wanted to send him out, but so many people made things difficult for me.

As the director of the Daqianmen Sub-district Office, shouldn't you do something? "

Director Zhang also realized at this time that he seemed to be being used as a gun.

It’s just that Hou Youde’s cooperation is really important to the subdistrict office, and it is related to the advanced selection of the Daqianmen subdistrict office at the end of the year.

Director Zhang felt from Minister Niu's attitude just now that Li Aiguo should be in charge.

He walked over and took Li Aiguo aside: "Comrade Patriot, Lao Bai is indeed dead. I saw him being laid to death with my own eyes. You must have made a mistake.

We have just been liberated and the situation is still unstable. We should focus on the overall situation.

Comrade Xueru has done a very good job at the sub-district office and has successfully completed the literacy task. Our sub-district office is considering converting her to a regular employee.

Do you think so?"

Director Zhang looked at Li Aiguo with slightly pleading eyes.

The overall situation is the overall situation! Director Zhang's words reminded Li Aiguo of the mayor of Nanshi Town.

"Director Zhang, there are some people with ulterior motives who are not worthy of being included in our overall situation!"

Li Aiguo looked at Director Zhang, paused for a moment, and felt that he should do some favors.

He lowered his voice: "This matter is too big. Director Zhang, you can't afford it."

The matter was too big to bear. Director Zhang of the Daqianmen Sub-district Office felt something was wrong.

How could anyone stay up late at night and come to surround the coffin?

Looking at the armed security officers surrounding him, he would wake up now.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Director Zhang couldn't help but shiver.

If they say this fight is just to help the family members of the locomotive maintenance section, no one will believe it.

He thought of a more serious problem.

As the director of the sub-district office, Director Zhang knew very well that without the approval of those top departments.

It is simply impossible to launch a gun in Sijiu City!

A cold sweat broke out down Director Zhang's back.

This old guy Hou Youde really used me as a weapon!

After figuring out the joints, Director Zhang made an instant decision.

He nodded gratefully to Li Aiguo, turned and stepped aside.

Director Zhang's guess was correct.

It was with Tailor Zhang as a tainted witness that Comrade Farmer personally nodded and agreed to this operation.

Li Aiguo holds Shang Fang's sword, and all he needs is an excuse.

As for whether Hou Youde was willing to accept this excuse, he didn't care.

"action!"

"To prevent Bai Jiashan from faking his death, open the coffin immediately for inspection!"

(End of this chapter)