Late at night, please give me half a cigarette

Chapter 141 God Opens His Eyes

It is estimated that the old man saw that I was holding a knife in my hand, and the way I was tearing at each other with my mother was a bit intrusive, so he took out his mobile phone and called the police.

After receiving the alarm, the 110 command center quickly contacted the nearest police station to dispatch the police.

The police quickly drove into the shanty town, with lights flashing and sirens blaring, all the residents of the shanty town were drawn out, and they quickly formed a circle to watch the excitement.

The policeman got out of the car and asked what was going on.

When I saw the police coming, I was not afraid that my mother would just run away, so I threw the fruit knife in my hand on the ground and said to the police: "Comrade police, I want to report the case! I want to sue her for human trafficking, and I want to sue her for prostitution!" I want to sue her son for kidnapping, extortion and imprisonment!"

I spoke loudly, and I was a little emotional when I spoke. It is estimated that no one, whether it is the police comrades or the onlookers, may have thought that I reported the crime because of this kind of thing.

As soon as I finished speaking, there were voices of discussion among the crowd.

"Isn't this woman alone with a son! When will an extra daughter come out!"

"Didn't you hear that girl, she was sold by her mother when she was six years old!"

"Hey, how could this woman do such a thing when she looks honest and honest on weekdays!"

"Her son is only in his teens, so he's engaged in kidnapping and extortion? How can this happen when he grows up!"

The crowd's discussion was one after another. When talking about my own mother, my mother just lowered her head. When she heard someone mention Zhao Jianping, her whole person's style of painting suddenly changed.

My mother raised her head suddenly, her eyes widened, and she went towards those people with a fierce look.

"What are you talking about! My son is so good, my son can be discussed by your group!" My mother walked towards those women while talking.

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, the police hurried forward and pulled my mother back, and then asked her if what I just said was true.

My mother stared and cursed fart, who would believe such nonsense!
"Comrade policeman, I am her real mother, can I sell her?" My mother cried as she spoke, "She was lost when she was six years old, and I have been looking for her for nine years, and now she is finally back But she just disliked my poor family, said she would not recognize us, and severed the mother-daughter relationship with me. I refused, so she put a knife on my neck excitedly, and wanted to run away from home."

"You are talking nonsense!" I yelled at my mother excitedly, "You sold me to traffickers back then, and now you force me to pick up customers in that small black house to earn money to support your mother and child! You are not my mother at all, you are Beast!"

The adult world is really too difficult to understand.

I never thought that when I sued her and Zhao Jianping out of righteous indignation, I would be bitten back by her.

Seeing that the police could not fully understand the situation for a while, and there were so many onlookers here, the influence was always bad, so they took us both to the police station and asked us to record statements in two rooms.

I sat on the stool, thinking about the grievances I have suffered over the years, and the tears couldn't stop flowing out. The policeman who was going to give me a statement said, little girl, don't cry first. If you have any grievances, you can say that if the evidence Certainly, will call the shots for you.

I said Comrade police, I was sold by my mother when I was six years old, and now I sue her for human trafficking, is there still time?
"It's too late!" The policeman nodded affirmatively, "But you have to have evidence."

"Evidence? Am I not the evidence? I was sold by her to the trafficker, and the trafficker sold me to the old He's family..." I briefly talked about my experiences over the years, and the police recorded while listening, and then Say what you said and we will verify it.

Then I raised my hands and showed them. I said, look, this is the trace left by the binding after I was kidnapped by his son and several others last night. They asked me for money. If I didn’t, my mother would They told me to sell it if I had no money, and said that I was not clean in the first place, and I could earn some money for the family if I sold it.

Because my heart was really sad and hopeless, I tearfully told what happened in the past two days.

But because there is no direct physical evidence to prove it, they can only release my mother, and they also said that they will try their best to visit and investigate, and hope that I can hand them over to them as soon as I find the evidence.

I don't know when my mother left the police station, anyway, I didn't see her.

Just as I was about to leave, the phone in the office rang suddenly. The policeman answered the phone and listened for a while, then raised his head and called me, "He Qiu, don't leave yet!"

His voice was loud, which startled me, and then I looked at him inexplicably.

After the policeman put down the phone, he stood up and asked me, "Do you know Zhang Yan?"

"I know!" I nodded, and at the same time my heart skipped a beat, an ominous premonition arose spontaneously, and I immediately asked excitedly, "Her, what happened to her?"

"No." Seeing how excited I was, the policeman hurriedly said, "Because you suddenly lost contact last night and disappeared, so she called the police today. Because your current household registration belongs to our area, the investigators over there It was a coincidence that you called us, and you are really here."

When I heard this, I hurriedly said to the police: "Does that prove that I was indeed imprisoned by that woman and Zhao Jianping last night!"

The policeman nodded and said that this was an indirect evidence, but more direct evidence was needed.

Soon, Zhang Yan arrived here in a police car, accompanied by the police from the police station she reported.

The police officers from the two police stations exchanged information, as well as Zhang Yan and my statements, which basically restored what happened last night.

It turned out that Zhang Yan drank a little too much when she came home at three o'clock last night. She didn't pay attention to whether I came back. After throwing up enough, she went back to the house and went to sleep. After waking up at noon, she realized that something was wrong, and then I called my mobile phone, but the lady who answered the phone was the proprietress of the food stall.

When I left last night, I left my mobile phone at the food stall. The proprietress picked it up and kept it for me. When the mobile phone rang, she thought it was me and answered it.

As a result, one of them said that I left at two o'clock in the morning, and the other said that I haven't returned home yet.

So Zhang Yan rushed to the food stall immediately, and then the proprietress suddenly remembered that there was a camera at the door of his house, and she didn't know if it could be recorded.

After they checked the video, they found that after I left, I was followed by several suspicious men.

So Zhang Yan called the police.

When Zhang Yan and the others came, they also brought the video, and I recognized at a glance that the boy who walked at the end was Zhao Jianping.The police said they would look for cameras along the street to see if there was more direct evidence.

"Sister Yan, where is my cell phone?" I looked at Zhao Jianping's shadow in the video, and suddenly remembered something.

Zhang Yan handed me the phone, and I quickly found a recording in it, and then played it out for everyone to listen to.

This recording was made on the day I was sent home. My mother knelt in front of me and cried and said why she sold me back then, saying that she was haunted by nightmares all day long, and begged me to forgive her.

After listening to this recording, the entire office became silent. I looked at the policeman standing in front of me and asked seriously, "Can this recording be used as evidence?"

"Yes!" The policeman's voice was a little excited and a little angry, "How can there be such a mother in this world!"

Yes, how could there be such a mother in this world!

In fact, some people are really not worthy of being mothers, but she is a mother.

For example, my mother.

(End of this chapter)