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    After Zou Xiaonan finished speaking, the man didn't respond, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.  I asked him what his name was and if he was from Mu Qingxuan's side.  The man said: "I have no parents, and I have never taken a formal name."

    Then, he stood up and said to me: "I think you have a gun, you should be a policeman. In this case, it seems that I will inevitably go to jail. Before you take me away, can I go home?  have a look?"

    Wu Dan said: "Didn't you just say you don't have parents? Where did you suddenly have a family again?"

    The man snorted coldly: "I must earn a living, and I must have a large group of people to support me." Speaking of this, his expression was a little angry, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he looked a bit cynical.  I looked at the way he spoke, it seemed that there was too much traditional opera singing.  I looked at Wu Dan, thinking that this man had no intention of running away, otherwise I would agree to his request and follow him to have a look.  But just to be on the safe side, I tied the man with the rope Tang Xin gave me.  Looking back, I saw that the two half-dead men in the storage room had passed out, so I simply called 110 from the phone in the duty room and locked the storage room.  So many people died in the yard, enough to keep the police busy for a while.  Even if Mu Qingxuan didn't close down, she would still be notorious.

    On the way, the man was very honest, as if I didn't catch him.  We walked slowly behind him. Fortunately, it is late at night, and there are many factories nearby, so there are almost no night pedestrians.  Otherwise, it would be strange enough for us to walk with a man tied up.  On the way, I asked the man what his name was.  Even if he doesn't have a real name, there must be a code name, and people can't call him "Hey, that fake mother" when they see him.

    After asking several times, the man said impatiently that he had sung in a few performances at the Shanghai Theater Theater before, and also played a guest role as a juggler, but he was squeezed out before he could get along.  There is a stage name Leng Zhuhua, who was given by the master.

    Upon hearing the name, Wu Dan asked, "What? Ruhua? Your master is too disrespectful. This name is clearly for you."

    The man rolled his eyes and sighed: "Please, do you have any cultural background? My name comes from a tea poem, "Testing Tea in Autumn Night" written by Xu Zhenqing, a poet of the Ming Dynasty."

    With that said, this wonderful flower began to recite poems: "Cold candle flowers are born in the quiet courtyard, and the green bamboo and moonlight are blown by the wind. I am bored and have no companions to pour the cloud liquid, and the copper leaves are free to taste the word bamboo shoot tea."

    Wu Dan nodded and said, "Good poetry, but what does it have to do with you?"

    Leng Zhuhua said: "I am an orphan. Master was a folk artist back then. He was performing with his brothers in the north. When drinking tea at night, he heard the cry of an abandoned baby outside the hotel door. Of course, that  The baby is me. Master took me in and named me according to this tea poem."

    I sighed: "The folk artists of the older generation are more educated than the current stars. In this way, you should not be a bad person doing evil. Why do you meddle in these things?"

    Leng Zhuhua snorted coldly: "This is none of your business."

    Seeing his arrogant look, I wanted to beat him up, but I held back.  What I'm curious about is who the family members he insists on seeing are.  Could it be the master who taught him the stunt?  Now that the talents of the red handkerchief are withered, and Chinese people tend to worship foreigners, many ancient stunts gradually lose the market and are facing extinction.  The final outcome of many folk artists is not very optimistic.  Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh.

    After walking a short distance, we followed him into an old small alley.  This place allowed me to see what the slums in Shanghai looked like in the early years.  Old houses, narrow streets lined with sundries and clothes racks.  It had rained a few days ago, and muddy water had even accumulated in the potholes on the road surface, and a dull, tidal breath spread everywhere.

    Walking to a bungalow at the end, I saw a man with crutches standing outside the courtyard gate.  Next to him was a five or six-year-old boy.  The man saw us and immediately came up to us.  When he saw that Leng Zhuhua was tied up, he couldn't help being extremely surprised: "Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"

    Leng Zhuhua said calmly: "It's okay, I'll come back to see you. Brother, you can take the children away tonight, leave Shanghai, the farther the better. I left money in the account, enough for you to eat for the rest of your life."  use."

    The disabled man was surprised and said: "Junior brother, where did you get so much money? Who are these people? Why are you tied up?"

    I sighed secretly in my heart, and probably guessed the purpose of this cold candle.  There is an old saying that goes, "Poor couples mourn all things".  In reality, not only poor and lowly couples are sad, but also poor and lowly people are very sad.  The rich don't know the suffering of the poor. When people have no money, are forced to die and have to support a large family, perhaps many people will choose the road of crime helplessly.

    So I took out my police ID, showed it to the disabled man, and said: ???Police.  Your younger brother is an important witness in a case, we must take him to Tianjin to testify in court.  When the case is over, he will be sent back.  "

    The disabled man looked at me suspiciously, and asked suspiciously: "But since he is a witness, why is he tied up? What kind of witness is this? He is just a performer in a private circus, how could he have anything to do with the case?"  .¡±

    I smiled, comforted him and said, "It's inconvenient to reveal what's going on in this case. But don't worry, your brother is fine, it's just an important witness. Why are you tied up because he heard that I'm a policeman  He was about to run away. He didn¡¯t want to go to Tianjin with me, and said he would come back to support his family. There was no other way, so I tied him up.¡±

    I babbled nonsense casually, and it barely made sense.  I saw Leng Zhuhua glance at me silently and gratefully.  I smiled wryly and didn't speak.

    The brother was silent for a while, then sighed: "It's good that it's okay. Since you can't tell me, I won't ask any more questions. My brother is a commoner and has never done anything illegal. I hope the police comrades don't make things difficult for him."

    I thought to myself that he has done a lot, you don't know.

    I nodded and said, "Don't worry."

    At this time, the lights were turned on in the bungalow, and there was a commotion in the small courtyard. After a short while, seven or eight children ran out, both male and female, and the oldest was only ten years old. They all looked at us curiously.  .  The oldest little girl ran over and tugged on Leng Zhuhua's sleeve, and asked, "Second Uncle, why did they tie you up?"

    Leng Zhuhua gave a rare smile, and said softly: "It's okay, why are you all awake?"

    The little girl smiled and said: "We haven't slept yet, waiting for you to come back. Didn't the second uncle say to come back early tonight to celebrate Susu's birthday?"

    Leng Zhuhua smiled embarrassingly: "Unfortunately, I can't do it today. You all go to sleep, I want to chat with this uncle for a while."

    Having said that, Leng Zhuhua looked at me.  The children who live in the market and beg for life know how to read words and expressions. After the little girl gave me a silent look, she dragged the group of children, big and small, away.  When the kids came in, I asked, "Where did you two get all these kids?"

    Leng Zhuhua snorted coldly and said: "Two of them are my senior brother's children, and the others are either orphans or unwanted children by their parents. They are even beggars. I really don't feel safe leaving them on the street in this world, so my senior brother and I brought them back.  "

    Wu Dan said: "What is this world? This is not the time of war. Isn't there an orphanage and welfare home in Shanghai? You two don't seem to have much money. How do you support so many children?"

    Leng Zhuhua gave Wu Dan a sideways look with a sneer, and said, "Orphanage? How many good ones are there in that place?! This world may not be as peaceful as in the past few decades! You said that there were so many beggars in the streets and alleys.  Where have they all gone now? Is there a place for them to take them?"

    "Welfare homes, shelters, where can't you go." I sneered and said, "I said, do you sing too much and live in ancient times and can't get out?"

    "Shelters?" Leng Zhuhua gritted his teeth and said, "there are fewer beggars wandering in the streets and alleys now, because many of them are secretly caught, and their organs are taken from living bodies and sold on the black market. You police don't care at all, do you?"  ? Don't tell me you don't know these things!!"

    When I heard this, I was about to refute, but then I thought about the Mu Qingxuan incident, and I fell silent.  No matter how the times change, there are always some nasty, dark evils hiding in the corners of the world, which is almost impossible to change the fact.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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