reckless detective

Chapter 102 Broken Hamstring (9)

"Is there any withdrawal record?" Wu Cuo asked.

"Yes! Yang Guangzhu remits the money on the 15th of every month, and the money will be withdrawn on the 16th. The withdrawal location is an ATM in a township in Linxi City, Nanhe Province. However, it may be because the contractor did not pay wages, and Yang Guangzhu has already I haven’t sent any money to these three accounts for three months.”

"Is Yang Guangzhu gone?" Wu Cuo asked.

"Not yet. He was very concerned about the hamstring case. He kept asking about this and that. After taking his fingerprints, he didn't leave. He was sitting in the lobby."

"Quick! Invite him to come!" Wu rushed out of the office of the serious crime team immediately.

After a while, he and Yang Guangzhu entered the serious case team office.

Yang Guangzhu had just turned thirty, but his face looked much older than his actual age.His dark face, rough hands, and the camouflage uniform on his body have been washed white.

As soon as he entered the office, he rubbed his hands awkwardly. Wu Cuo asked him to sit down, but he hesitated and dared not sit down.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to know something about you, drink some water." Xiaobai moved the chair to Yang Guangzhu's side, and poured him a glass of warm water.

Yang Guangzhu only touched the edge of the chair with his butt, and asked: "I heard that several people were injured? Are they all related to me? Is it true? I really didn't hurt anyone, it really wasn't me ..."

Wu Cuo stretched out his hand and pressed it down, signaling Yang Guangzhu not to get excited, "Don't worry, we didn't say you were the one who harmed anyone, it was just a routine inquiry. We heard that the contractor hasn't paid you for several months Now, do you have a source of livelihood these days?"

As soon as the contractor was mentioned, Yang Guangzhu became emotional again, "That bastard! He looks for women all day long and spends his days drinking, but when we mention our wages, he will cry and be poor. Why is there a mother and a child? He has a dark heart! It's not a thing. !... Police officer, you have to take care of it! It's all our hard-earned money!..."

Wu Cuo is very helpless. There are a large number of manual laborers like Yang Guangzhu in this city, but they have not been treated fairly, and even the most basic labor remuneration cannot be guaranteed.

For these, Wu Cuo is helpless.

He could only drag the topic back.

"So, do you have a source of livelihood these days? Can you get by?"

Yang Guangzhu realized that he was digressing, and said embarrassedly: "Hey, look at my mouth, it's not bad, I can barely eat enough. A little while ago, a little fellow of mine also came to Beijing North. He found a job. The neighborhood is a security guard for people. He took care of my food and lodging, which helped me a lot, otherwise I would really be in trouble!"

"Little fellow? What's your name?" Wu Cuo asked.

Yang Guangzhu said alertly: "Officer, what's the matter? He's an honest boy, he won't do bad things."

Yang Guangzhu had his unique sensitivity, probably because he was afraid of getting into trouble with this little fellow—that is, his meal ticket, so he refused to reveal his name no matter what.

Wu Cuo had no choice but to take out his trump card: If you don't say it, we will find it sooner or later.

After a short stalemate between the two, Yang Guangzhu was defeated.

"Okay, let me tell you, but he is really an honest boy. It is not easy for us country people to find a job in the city. Don't make things difficult for him. If he loses his job, I will be guilty of a serious crime... "

Under Wu Cuo's reassurance, Yang Guangzhu finally said: "His name is Song Xiaoer, and he is a student I sponsored.

Our village is poor, and all the laborers in the family have come out to work. It is true that life has been a little better in the past two years. However, some families have special family conditions and have no strong laborers. Life is not easy.

Song Xiaoer's mother died a long time ago, and his father caught up with an accident while driving a tractor. The tractor overturned, and he was killed at that time. Song Xiaoer was only so tall at that time..."

Yang Guangzhu stretched out his hand and gestured, and continued: "The two children of the Song family are pitiful, I will give them some money so that they can eat.

The two children also struggled, and went to a civil and martial arts school in our area. Last year, they won prizes in martial arts competitions. No, Song Xiaoer came to Beijing to look for me as soon as he graduated, and said he wanted to earn money for me to spend. To repay me. "

Wu Cuo raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard "Civil and martial arts school" and "winning martial arts competitions".

The murderer is very skilled, could it be one of the two brothers?

Wu Cuo sorted out his thoughts a bit, and continued: "You said that the Song family has two brothers, except for this Song Xiaoer..."

"And Song Xiaoer's elder brother, Boss Song, he is the one who won the award. Several coaches said he is a genius in martial arts..."

Boss Song!

The No.3 grantee who has died is called Boss Song!

Yang Guangzhu still doesn't know about Boss Song's death?Or is the household registration information wrong?Or maybe Song Boss and Song Xiaoer are deliberately hiding something?
Wu Cuo faintly felt that he had grasped something, but his thoughts were a little confused.

It would be great if Old Yan was here, by the way, where did this guy go?
Wu Cuo shook his head slightly, as if this would drive the thought out of his mind.He knew that Yan Ruyu was good at criminal investigation and reasoning, so while accepting Yan Ruyu's help, he also paid special attention to not allowing himself to rely too much on Yan Ruyu.

"Old Yan is not here, you can do it." Wu Cuo said to himself.

After calming down, he said to Yang Guangzhu: "I'm afraid we also have to ask you, a little fellow—Song Xiaoer. Don't worry, it won't have any negative impact on him. We understand your feelings."

Yang Guangzhu looked very worried, but since this is the Public Security Bureau, he could only take out an old mobile phone to look at the time and said: "This kid is always on night shift recently, and sleeps in the dormitory during the day, usually at one or two o'clock in the afternoon Wake up, right now...you should be free, or you can go right now."

Wu Cuo got up immediately, "I'll ask Song Xiaoer now!"

Although Song Xiaoer's residence is crowded, it is fairly tidy.

In a room of more than ten square meters, there are 4 high and low beds, a total of 8 beds, which is the collective dormitory of the community property.

When Wu Cuo arrived, Song Xiaoer was squatting on the ground cooking dried noodles. In front of him was a small electric rice cooker. The water in the pot was bubbling, stirring a few green vegetable leaves onto the water from time to time. .

"Are you Police Officer Wu?" Song Xiaoer raised his head and asked.

Obviously, Yang Guangzhu had already greeted him in advance.

"Well, routine inquiry."

Song Xiaoer signaled Wu Cuo to sit on the only small stool in the house, while he himself was still squatting on the spot and watching the noodles in the pot.

"You ask."

"I want to ask about your brother, Boss Song."

"He's dead." Song Xiaoer looked up at Wu Cuo, and added, "I saw him die with my own eyes. It's still an unsolved case in our locality. You can investigate."

(End of this chapter)