Layman System

Seeing the clues were once again interrupted, Zhou Dong was very angry, but at the same time very helpless.

What is the solution?

Keep checking.

The phone rang, it was An Moqi, and An Moqi told Zhou Dong that she was discharged from the hospital.

An Moqi said that she and Han Xue would like to see the situation on Zhou Dong's side, hoping to help.

Zhou Dong worried that An Moqi and Han Xue would be in danger when they came, and there was nothing they two could help.

Let them go back to the dormitory first, saying that they can take care of things here, so that An Moqi and the others don't have to worry.

An Moqi knew that Zhou Dong was afraid that she and Han Xue would encounter any danger again, so she stopped talking, hung up the phone and went back to the dormitory with Han Xue, waiting for the good news that Zhou Dong successfully detected the identity of the man in black.

An Moqi hung up the phone. Zhou Dong remembered An'an's father and An's mother who was far away in Japan. He called to express condolences and told An's father and An's mother to pay attention to safety.

Hanging up the phone of An's father and An's mother, Zhou Dong arranged for Black Panther to continue investigating the organization of people in black, focusing on investigating people who have recently entered and exited this dilapidated factory.

The Panthers and his party were ordered to investigate immediately.

For Panthers, Zhou Dong is not worried about himself.

Zhou Dong went out to relax his tight nerves.

Zhou Dong felt a little thirsty when he walked to the vending machine some distance from the factory.

Insert the coin, take out the drink from the vending machine, and when I just opened it and wanted to swig freely, I heard a loud noise from far to near.

"Why do you have so many things, crying, crying, you know crying, it's really annoying to me, can you stop crying." It was a middle-aged man scolding his child with an unclean face, as if It's been a long time since I cleaned up.

The middle-aged man is holding a bottle of unfinished liquor in his left hand.

"Go away, don't hinder Lao Tzu from drinking." The middle-aged man pushed the child and walked forward staggeringly.

The little boy staggered while being pushed, a little fearful, lowered his head and followed behind the man.

The little boy looks cute and lovely, about six or seven years old, his experience is written in his eyes that should be innocent.

The boy's gray hair and old clothes that had been washed are also dirty at this time, and it seems that no one has washed it for a long time.

The little boy lowered his head and his tears fell down, but there was no sound of crying. It seemed that the little boy should be scolded often.

He didn't speak, he always followed the man with his head down and the corners of his clothes, tears silently.

My mother left a month ago because of his father’s alcoholism and domestic violence. The little boy just advised his father not to drink anymore, but now he is rejected by his father.

Mother didn't choose to ask him, nor did she say goodbye to him, she turned out to be an extra waste that both parents disliked.

"Hey, are you still crying? I said you didn't hear it, did you?" The middle-aged man turned and looked at the little boy, screaming to the boy with his neck, and at the same time he raised his right hand and stopped about ten centimeters from the little boy's face. Down.

It was Zhou Dong who blocked the middle-aged man's hand that was going to hit the little boy in the face.

The man was staggered by Zhou Dong.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man steadied his figure, glared at Zhou Dong angrily, raised the wine in his hand, holding it in his arms like a baby, for fear that Zhou Dong would lose his wine.

The hand he raised has never been put down like this, and he almost dumped his alcohol. This is the most unbearable thing for this middle-aged man who has been drinking all day.

"I want to ask what you want to do?" Zhou Dong was very angry. How could there be such a parent? He drank and abused his children in the street.

"I discipline my own children, what qualifications do you have to interrupt?" The middle-aged man was angry now.

The man's wife ran away, leaving behind a child. Although the man liked the boy very much, for a man who was addicted to alcohol, this was simply verbose.

The child is in charge of Laozi, can't I scold him a few words? What if you hit him a few times? He is his own child.

I have to take care of this child every day, and the trivial things every day have made him very irritable. Now this child has to control himself not to let him drink, and he wants to discipline the child, but Zhou Dong doesn’t know where he came from. The people who came were stopped, and this series of things made a man angry.

"You can discipline your children, but you can't beat him. You have violated the law." Zhou Dong looked at the middle-aged man angrily. He still didn't understand, how could parents care about their children so much?

"Heh, the law? What law did I commit when I beat my own child? You still want to get me up? You are the uncle of the police?" Hearing Zhou Dong's words, the man laughed, and his child can't beat him yet? There is no reason for this.

"Huh, uncle police? I'll tell you now, what exactly did you commit?" Zhou Dong snorted coldly and rolled up his sleeves, as if he wanted to beat the drunk man in front of him.

In the quarrel between the two, the originally sparsely populated area was now blocked by onlookers.

Some people have already recorded videos with their mobile phones, and more are pointing to middle-aged men.

"Why do you have a father like you?" Someone in the crowd began to scold the middle-aged man.

"Yeah, how can you hit a child?"

"Why do you drink so much wine?"

"Where is the child's mother?"

The onlookers quarreled.

"That's it, how does this person be a father, everyone beat him up."

With this beating, the surrounding people seemed to have received some orders, grabbing the vegetables they had just bought from the basket they were holding, and slamming them at the man.

The middle-aged man began to scurry around.

"You, you deceive people so much, do you rely on you? The police don't care about it?" The man shouted loudly while hiding the egg white dish that was smashed at him.

"Dad..." The little boy suddenly fell to the ground after yelling to his father and started to twitch.

Zhou Dong hurried forward and made sure that the little boy was unconscious.

"Does the child have a history of epilepsy? Why didn't you say it earlier?" Zhou Dong anxiously asked the middle-aged man.

"Ah, son, my son." The middle-aged man ran to the little boy and hugged him. "Son, don't scare Dad, you wake up soon." At this time, the middle-aged man regretted the beating and scolding of the child.

"It's your mother, it's the epilepsy history she brought you, or she wouldn't just leave us like this." The man who was somewhat regretful just now shirks the responsibility.

"Get out, let me take a look." Zhou Dong anxiously wanted to push the middle-aged man away.