Fang Senyan nodded, stood up and walked outside. His calmness made He's mother startled and said anxiously:
"Big brother, where are you going?"
Sheyan turned his head slightly, with a frightening smile on his lips:
"Of course I'm going to get Xiaojun back."
Mother He was stunned and waited until Fang Senyan walked out before she suddenly said at a loss:
"Why...why did you leave without even taking a sip of water?"
After listening to Mother He's description, Sheyan immediately determined that the Wujiang man who forcibly sold Shaqima, even if he was not a comrade, had a close connection with those who abducted children. Xiaojun was already eight and a half years old.
Well, if you want to take such a boy away silently, it is definitely not something that one person can do, at least it is a gang crime! Unconventional means such as drugs are probably used in the process of such violence.
The reason why the police are helpless when encountering this kind of thing is because they want to handle everything in accordance with the legal system, and what matters is evidence. Moreover, ethnic minorities are involved, which undoubtedly makes them even more handcuffed.
But Sheyan was unscrupulous. In fact, after he became a contractor, the rules and laws in the world no longer have any binding force on him.
The place where Mother He's accident happened is not too far away from here, about three streets away. As Fang Senyan walked, he looked for those kind of fearful people riding three-wheeled cars. Such people are very popular on the streets of Chongqing.
It is common and has obvious characteristics. After Fang Senyan walked around the six streets, he found a Uighur man next to a bus stop who was eagerly selling "Shaqima".
Wearing a melon-skin hat on his head, this fearful man has sly eyes. He is about forty years old. He is selling his goods while speaking poor Mandarin and making gestures. Unfortunately, no one even comes close to him. He is avoiding anyone.
She looked like he couldn't get enough. Fang Sheyan stood aside and watched coldly. After a few buses passed by and there were fewer people on the platform, he stepped forward and said in Henan dialect:
"Is this snack delicious? Try it and you'll be right?"
The Wujiang man immediately slapped his chest and swore to heaven and gave a small piece to Fang Senyan to taste. Fang Senyan chewed a few mouthfuls and asked:
"How much does it cost per pound?"
The people who feared Wujiang immediately said with joy:
"Forty, forty!"
Sheyan immediately covered his wallet and said distressedly:
“Too expensive, too expensive.”
He waved his hands and was about to leave. The Wujiang-fearing man hadn't opened his shop yet this morning, so he hurriedly grabbed Fang Senyan and said:
"Where's the money?"
Fang Senyan said in astonishment:
"What money?"
It is reasonable to fear the Wujiang people:
"Didn't you eat my cake just now? My cake was originally one piece. I cut it into pieces for you to taste. No one else is buying it. You have to buy all my cake!"
Fang Senyan shook his head like a rattle, turned around and left. However, the Wujiang man came prepared. He took out a whistle from his clothes and blew it, and several companions immediately appeared around him.
Some of them were still wearing dirty aprons of buying mutton skewers, and some of them came on a tricycle. They pushed and cursed Fang Sheyan, and gradually pushed him to a quiet corner with few people.
The Wujiang-fearing man stood directly in front of Sheyan, holding the knife used to cut Shaqima in his hand, and said viciously in half-baked Mandarin:
"Cake, four hundred yuan, eight pounds! Hurry up!"
This is also the shrewdness of this group of people. The cost of Shaqima was only five yuan per catty at most. They sold it to Sheyan forcibly and the price increased tenfold in the blink of an eye. Moreover, even if they were caught by the police in this situation,
At most it can be considered a forced purchase and sale. But what is the difference between this group of people and robbery?
Fang Senyan looked around and saw that there was no one around him. He suddenly raised his head, raised his eyebrows, showed his white teeth and smiled:
"Okay, I'll buy it."
As soon as he said these words, his right fist hit the shoulder of this Wujiang-fearing man like a heavy hammer. At this moment, you could clearly hear the sound of the shoulder blade breaking! That shrill cry of pain was still there.
Without saying a word, Sheyan grabbed the man's neck and lifted him up. He used the opportunity to swing him like a weapon and knocked over two of his accomplices. At this time, a guy grilling mutton skewers came from behind.
He chased me up, and he seemed to be ruthless. He was carrying a mutton boning knife and slashed with it! Sheyan couldn't avoid it, and a fresh and cruel knife edge was immediately added to his back!
But only the person wielding the knife knew. He felt that the knife was like cutting the tire of a heavy-duty pickup truck. He felt that after the blade penetrated the flesh, it was extremely obscure. He almost had to use all his strength to cut the knife edge.
Drag. After Sheyan felt a pain in his vest, he immediately grabbed it with his backhand. His five fingers were like steel hooks. He just grabbed the knife with his bare hands and twisted it hard to snatch it away.
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Only then did these guys realize that they had hit an iron plate. The mutton skewer with the knife who was trying to injure people was the first to run away. Fang Senyan caught up and kicked him directly to the opposite wall. There is a saying on the Internet.
Swearing would make you shoot your pussy against the wall. Fang Sheyan's kick was almost the same. After the mutton skewers came into close contact with the wall, he also made a pose with the word "out" and waited a few seconds before facing him.
He fell to the ground, and he probably wouldn't be able to recover for a few days.
At this time, the group of Wujiang fearers were all exhausted. They looked at each other and probably thought that Fang Sheyan was a plainclothes man. Suddenly they started shouting in the Wujiang dialect with great emotion. Although Fang Senyan couldn't quite understand what they were shouting, but
It is estimated that these people are repeating their old tricks and want to turn the internal conflicts in this matter into ethnic conflicts. It seems that in normal times, the police will have a big headache when this trick is used. They have no good means to deal with this group of bitches, but this group of people
The only thing he misjudged was... Sheyan was not a policeman at all, so he had no taboos when it came to doing things. Not to mention ethnic conflicts, even if it escalated to conflicts between China and the United States, he would not bat an eyelid.
Sheyan silenced everyone present with just one movement. He waved his hand and slapped him across the face. The target was the guy wearing a melon cap who yelled the loudest. This slap seemed to be an understatement.
But with a snap, the guy was whipped and rotated 240 degrees on the spot. A few bloody white teeth simply passed through the parabola in the air, and landed on the ground with a clatter, splattering a few puffs of dust. The guy was in the original position.
He was stunned for a while, and a stream of blood flowed from his right ear hole, like a slowly crawling snake, and then he collapsed directly to the ground.
"I'm not a police officer." Sheyan lowered his eyelids and said calmly, "So don't fool me with that trick. I'm here to find someone, and I'll leave as soon as I find someone."
None of the four Wujiang people around him was still standing. They all raised their heads and looked at Fang Senyan with horrified eyes.
"Ten days ago, where was the young man from Wujiang who sold Shaqima here?" Fang Senyan said coldly, while holding a stack of red banknotes in his hand. "Who can tell me first, this ten thousand yuan?"
Whose money belongs to you."
These Wujiang-fearing people looked at each other, but still no one spoke. Fang Senyan sighed and said:
"very good."
The word "good" seemed to still be reverberating in the air. Sheyan had suddenly grabbed the hair of the person closest to him and slammed it against the wall next to him! The impact was very violent, and the sound it made gave people goosebumps.
One by one, they popped out. There was no doubt that the unlucky child immediately fell into a deep coma. Fang Senyan slowly let go of his hand, letting the bloody hair and scalp fall bit by bit from the gaps between his fingers.
There was a bloodthirsty mixed with cruel emotion in his eyes:
"Very good, I hope you can all keep your mouth shut. Even if the four of you can keep your mouth shut, won't I arrest other people and ask?"
Fang Senyan slowly squatted down, walked to the mutton skewers, which was holding his stomach to breathe in the cold air, and said calmly:
“Where was the young man from Wujiang who sold Shaqima here ten days ago?”
Mutton Kebab's pupils dilated instantly, and his hands nervously rubbed on the dirty apron:
"That's Xiri Ahong. Now he's going to the Jiefangbei site."
Sheyan threw the 10,000 yuan directly in his face, and while the red banknotes were flying, there was a cold voice:
"Tell me everything you know. If anyone here dares to betray you, I will be responsible for collecting his body."
Mutton Skewers swallowed a mouthful of saliva and greedily picked up the scattered banknotes:
"What do you want to know?"
Fang Sheyan said calmly:
"Xiri Ahong and the others are kidnapping children, right? The child of one of my friends was kidnapped by them. I want to find this child."
Mutton Skewers said in astonishment:
"Abducting children? No, no, no, we don't do that. I heard it's the business of the Henan Gang."
However, he immediately saw Sheyan's face darken and quickly changed his words:
"But the people in Xiri Ahong are really targeting children. Does your friend's son have any disability? Or does he look very pitiful at first sight?"
This mutton skewer looks like an old man from Jianghu. It seems that he just looks like someone who fears the Uighurs. Now he is fluent in Beijing movies, and his standard is almost as good as that of the Xinwen Network announcer. Fang Sheyan was slightly startled and said:
"That child has severe lupus erythematosus. His classmates call him a mangy dog. He must look quite pitiful."
"Then there's no need to run away!" Mutton Skewers slapped his thigh. Obviously, he had a strong sense of role substitution, but he accidentally touched a painful spot. He immediately grinned: "Xiri Ahong's gang specializes in abducting children like this. Look at their bodies.
We train people according to their disability level and then send them to another city to beg for food!