when the moon whispers

Six accomplices in the case

Thirty-two scrapped (Part 2)

Jianghua scrapped car dismantling plant was a "hereditary" scrap recycling station more than 20 to 30 years ago. It was built quite extravagantly in a mountain valley on the outskirts of Houyu City near Bazhuang. It competed with the scrapyard next door for business. The little boss got retribution for cheating and cheating. A few sparks from the cigarette butts burned the paper bottle he kept at the station, which almost drove him to death. He kicked him out and learned the art of auto repair. . Later, after the turn of the millennium, the roads were full of speeding cars, so the young boss got the opportunity to take over the scrap yard. While he was going through the process of changing licenses and qualifications, he could still get a red envelope and provide one-stop service, officially "changing the flag." "Yizhi", he opened his doors and started a scrapping and dismantling business.

"The owner of the scrapped car factory is named Xu, Xu Jianghua. The various procedures for license qualifications are relatively complete. I heard from my master that those who are doing dismantling in this situation are acquaintances of their old traffic management. If we go forward five or six years, In 1978 or 1978, the city's bus operators often introduced scrapped cars here. But after the guy earned some money, he started to figure out the secret mistakes he had made in the past. He also caught up with the original auto repair skills and learned the parts for scrapped cars. I just picked them off and sold them. I was caught twice and was convicted. Now the public or more formal fleets don't come here. After the business is less, I am thinking about selling those broken parts. How can I compare with that Baixing car repair shop? It's also a long-term cooperative relationship... It's a vicious cycle. Don't you have to put the gauze with the medicine on top of your big bag... To the right, eh, yes, it's too much, it's laborious... Why don't you give it to me? ——”

Wang Jiahao stood next to the car door, holding up the passenger window and gesticulating as he directed Jiang Mo, who was facing the rearview mirror and preparing to apply the blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing plaster he had just bought at the drugstore on his forehead. He hissed in annoyance, and quickly raised his hand to save his life, and exited the window with his head stuck in the window frame, "But you guys got here very quickly, I thought I couldn't let Brother Rui talk anymore and make trouble for nothing. Just wandering around for a little bit... In less than half an hour, Xiao'er has already entered."

"It's actually not that far from Yunshan Mountain to Bazhuang Houyu via Yunshan North. According to the navigation, the main road was too circuitous, so I just looked at the map and asked Letianer to cross the path that no one was monitoring." Jiang Mo held up the plaster until his neck almost cramped. After struggling for a while, he lowered his arm holding the hair on his forehead. He took the plaster and aimed it at Wang Jiahao. He jumped out of the car, locked the door, and walked towards the iron gate of the scrapyard. Past: "Anyway, it's not disgraceful, so throw it away for me... He's been guilty of disassembling accessories so many times, why shouldn't he take away his license, qualifications, etc.?"

"Brother Jiang's face, even if it's ugly, a flower can grow..." Wang Jiahao saved the plaster in his hand and walked straight to the tin trash can at the gate of the factory. He slipped out a sentence and got back to the topic: "The main reason is that this guy is very skilled and cautious. Except for the time when you were forced to stop while driving, which looked a bit dangerous, he has never been caught in any major accidents in the past, and the one he really caught was probably a few years ago. Those two times. Scrapping, dismantling, refurbishing, reselling, everyone on this road wears the same pants. If they can’t catch the current ones, they can only deal with their own affairs. The fine and rectification money is not a big deal to them. question--"

"Hey! I need to run!" "Where are you going?"

Before Wang Jiahao finished speaking, he tilted his head and heard two "ouch" sounds coming from behind a pile of dismantled bicycle frames. He first turned around and looked at Jiang Mo, then both of them kicked up their legs and ran to meet him, following the sound of iron plates spread out on the ground in panic as they ran from far to near, blocking two intersections where they could easily escape. , the sight of him almost sparked when he collided with the stupid face of the man who was hurriedly circling around the forklift and poking his head in the direction of the gate of the parking lot.

Xu Jianghua was startled at first. He looked to his left at the female police officer who seemed to be injured in battle, and to his right he looked at the strong male traffic policeman in front of him who had dealt with him before. He turned back and looked at the two scrap tires that had just caught him. With a scolding scowl, he almost instinctively and subconsciously rushed towards the female policeman who looked the most vulnerable. He picked up the faucet belt of the high-pressure water cannon on the ground with his waist and bared his teeth to threaten her to hurry up and get out of the way.

The three belatedly caught up with the big man and almost laughed out loud.

Jiang Mo was rubbing his hands twice at the swelling on his forehead that was wrinkled and aching even when he raised his eyebrows. He stood in front of Boss Xu, who was moving around on the iron plate, and didn't reach out in a hurry. , she persuaded her calmly, "If you have something to say, you won't suffer any physical pain", but unexpectedly, seeing that he couldn't get rid of it, Boss Xu recklessly wielded a high-pressure water gun and was about to hit her on the head, which she had suffered for nothing today. ——Jiang Mo, who always adheres to the method of "if you can't bear it, no need to bear it anymore", grinned and snorted. He grabbed the high-pressure faucet and arm that Xu Jianghua threw at him, and bent his elbow at the approximate position of the slap on his ribs. With a strong knock, she turned away from his ankles and raised her head sharply. Taking advantage of the moment when he was shouting "Hey!" and his bulging buttocks were bulging, she swung the hose around him a few times, then raised her hand and faced the station. Xiao Letian, who was standing next to the water supply valve, snapped his fingers, turned on the water gun and poured water on the big cotton-padded jacket that made his hands tired of touching it, completely silencing Boss Xu's ignorant and fearless shouting.

"Look, I want you to have something to say and not listen to."

Jiang Mo poured water on him for a few seconds, then turned off the nozzle and put it aside. He picked up his collar and lifted the soaked solid son up. He asked Xiao Letian to help him and took him to a military position first. The coat, then followed Zou Rui and Wang Jiahao, walked around the scrapped garbage and hazardous liquid collection, clamped Xu Jianghua's handcuffed arm, raised his hand and walked towards the deck car that recorded Chen Zuoyi's last movements before his death. Shocked, he tilted his head to confirm. Xiao Letian had just pulled on his gloves and was rummaging around in Xu Jianghua's metal room for his unlocked mobile phone. He dusted his coat with weak force, which frightened him so much that he jerked up and raised the phone with a sigh. There was a frown on Zhang's face.

Jiang Mo couldn't help but listen to him groan. "You're not afraid of people coming from the traffic police department. You're afraid that the criminal police will show up at your door. Are you feeling guilty?"

"I'm not -" Xu Jianghua opened his mouth to retort. He felt embarrassed as soon as the three words came out of his mouth, and sighed and lowered his head again, "The news about the death of a big boss is so big... put it aside Who is not afraid? This is human nature."

"If you hadn't killed the person, you would have transformed it into a formal platform for scrapped cars to intercept traffic and accept private orders - you have done a lot of illegal and disciplined things."

Jiang Mo recited the series of "previous encounters" that Boss Xu carried on his back. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Wang Jiahao and Zou Rui, who were already grinning at the music nearby. He cleared his throat, smoothed his hair, and reluctantly made up for it. After a moment of serious questioning, he said, "... Putting aside these things for the time being, the scrapped car of yours is just a fine and a confiscation in the final analysis. You are so panicked. Did you see something? Or is this life case simply a matter of confiscation?" It’s about you.”

"No! I swear to God, officer! I'm just greedy for money!"

Xu Jianghua's knees were weak. Seeing that the situation was developing and it was no longer a matter of fooling around, he could use the opportunity to avoid it. He knelt down beside Jiang Mo's legs with a "gudong" sound.

"My business has been average recently, and all the money I earned is handed over to my wife at home. I happened to see that the online appointment fees on that platform were high, so I researched it with a few buddies, and when I had nothing to do, I just played around with the car. I bought two common scrapped cars according to the models on that platform. They don't have much mileage. They are private accident cars... just drive them if you have nothing to do. Yesterday - the boss who pulled me over the night before yesterday was generous with the money, so I paid it back first. As a tip, my neighbor later called me and told me that the waste tank at my depot had fallen down, so I came back to deal with it anxiously. The boss was not happy with it, so he simply paid me to sell the car to him directly. You can see it after checking! Then I left! Really! Who knows why this car was driven back to the gate of my parking lot early yesterday morning. I thought that people disliked second-hand, and I got a bargain, but then I saw the news Only then did I realize...the boss actually died in my car!"

Jiang Mo frowned: "How did you know he died in your car?"

"Trunk." Xu Jianghua glanced at the scrapped car with a wrinkled face, and hid behind Jiang Mo with a grunt.

"There's blood there, there must be something wrong!"

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~

"Two feet kick over the earthly road, and one shoulder carries all the sorrows of the past and present."