Chapter 14 You have to pay back when you come out of the seventh quarter.

One morning, right after I got to work, the operator at the hotline told me that there had been a murder in that alley. That street is so famous in this city that it is synonymous with pornography.When I rushed to the rental house where the crime took place, I saw a lot of people surrounded there, all stretching their necks to look in like ducks. One policeman was busy checking the scene, while the rest of the policemen were maintaining order.I saw a dead body lying on the bed, the sheets were stained red with blood, and there were dark red blood stains on the ground.There was a pair of thick-heeled shoes in the corner, which made me suddenly have an ominous premonition. The corpse was covered with several newspapers. When I walked over and opened them, I suddenly saw a few tiny spots on that pretty face. The mole, she is Xiaolan.

My heart sank, a burst of sadness welled up in my heart, my nose was sour, and tears were about to fall.Just a few days ago, Xiaolan said angrily on the phone that she wanted to marry her boyfriend, but he always refused.Unexpectedly, when I saw her again, it was already separated from Yin and Yang. According to the police, Xiaolan was killed by her boyfriend Zhou Hui.In the early hours of this morning, the two fought, and Zhou Hui killed Xiaolan with a kitchen knife. Later, in order to reduce his guilt, Zhou Hui confessed his drug dealer's upline, and also confessed to the counterfeit money dealer Fatty.

One day not long after Xiaolan's death, Xiaowen also had an accident. The day when Xiaowen had an accident was a sunny day, which is a rare good weather in winter.I walked on the street, and the warm sunshine shone on me, making me feel bright, light and comfortable.A crow stood on a willow tree at the corner of the street, chirping loudly, with its long tail fluttering up and down. I was staring at the crow when the phone rang suddenly, and the newspaper told me to go to the train station for an interview.There, the police were going to seize a hotel.The whistleblower is the correspondent of the police station.

I hurriedly boarded the bus bound for the train station. The compartment was crowded and smelled of garlic.And the bus is very old, humming and chirping all the way, like an asthma patient.A fat woman sitting in a seat for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled said in pure Mandarin: "This kind of car is still in use? If it was in Beijing, it would have been scrapped long ago." This sentence made me full of Beijing. Infinite reverence.I think Beijing must be many times more beautiful than our provincial capital. I quickly forgot about the crow.All the way I was thinking about the thrilling scene of going to seal up the black den together with the police.I know that there are not many shops in the train station that are not black shops.

When I arrived at the train station, I found the underground hotel and saw two police officers standing at the exit. They saw my ID and said that the police had already entered and were sealing it up. I ran down the steps and saw a row of short-dressed women with disheveled hair squatting at the end of the long corridor, and a policeman was giving them a lecture.The woman on the far side raised her head, and I was surprised to see that she was Xiaowen.Xiaowen's face was filled with fear and uneasiness. When she saw me, she lowered her head in shame. Then, in another room, I saw Xiaowen's husband, that black and thin man who looked like a starving ghost. He squatted on the ground with more than ten other men without saying a word, his face It was full of numbness.When he saw me, he turned his head indifferently, he had already forgotten about me.

I suddenly remembered the crow on the willow tree on the street corner.When I was a child in the countryside, I often heard old people say: "Magpies announce good news, crows report sorrow." Faithful husband! That afternoon, at the station police station, a policeman explained the case. Last night, a foreign tourist came to the train station, dragging a trolley case with 20,000 yuan in money. The tourist planned to visit several cities in the northwest for a month.At that time, relatively few people used bank cards. Even if they had bank cards, ATMs could not be found in some small remote cities in the northwest.

This young traveler who loves nature met a soliciting woman at the train station. The soliciting woman claimed that the hotel she served provided all high-quality services, including booking air tickets, massage baths, chess and card entertainment, and so on.The young traveler believed it, and followed the solicitor girl to the underground hotel. As soon as they entered the underground hotel and saw the small rooms that smelled of mildew and foot odor, the young travelers realized that they had been cheated and asked to go out, but they were pestered by solicitors.Then, Xiaowen's husband and several vicious men came out, and the old trick was repeated.The young traveler was robbed of all his 20,000 yuan and was beaten severely.

The young travelers were kicked out of the underground hotel by them, and were soon submerged in the flow of people coming and going.They thought this time, like so many times before, would be safe and sound.However, they underestimated the ability of young travelers to distinguish directions and identify paths.The young traveler reported his experience to the police. Soon, the police from the station police station were dispatched and sealed off the underground hotel. The interview with Xiaowen was the last interview I did in this northern city.In the detention room of the police station, Xiaowen told me about her experience in the past few months. She said that she was like having a nightmare, "Doing anything is better than being a street girl."Xiaowen said that if she could choose a new life, she would sing folk songs in the village of her hometown in Daliang Mountain, and wash clothes in the stream at the foot of the mountain with a group of girls.There are too many temptations in the outside world, and too many crises in the outside world.

That night, when I returned to the newspaper office, the director called me to his office as soon as I finished writing the manuscript and submitted it to the editorial department.He said, "I'm going to the south, are you going?" I remembered the scenes when I just entered the newspaper office, the director stood behind me and watched me eat noodles, and the director held me in tears when I came back from unannounced visits to beggars...The scholar died for his confidant.I said, "I'm going too." A few days later, we came to a city in the south and started another life of struggle.

About three years ago, once I went to a tertiary public hospital in this southern city to see a doctor. During lunch, I lay down on a bench by the aisle to rest and covered my face with a newspaper.Just when I fell asleep in a daze, I suddenly heard someone talking beside me. A woman said, "Uncle, what disease are you seeing?" A man's old voice said: "I'm not fit, my legs and feet are always hurting. The doctor said it was osteosarcoma. Come change the medicine today." I was shocked, osteosarcoma is a malignant tumor, it is cancer.I lost sleep all at once. The woman said: "I also got this disease last year. I spent a lot of money, but I didn't see it. Later, under the introduction of a fellow villager, I went to a nearby hospital. I spent very little money, and I was treated."

After hearing this, I cursed fiercely in my heart: Damn it!You can even cure cancer.This is clearly a hateful nurse, a blatant liar.I took off the newspaper from my face, and wanted to reprimand the doctor, but I was suddenly stunned. The person in front of me was round all over, and she was actually Xiaowen. Compared with a few years ago, Xiaowen has not changed at all, the only change is that there are a few more wrinkles on her face. Xiaowen also saw me, with surprise and guilt on her face. This city used to be a sacred place admired by migrant workers all over the country. People rushed to this city like crucian carp crossing the river.A few years ago, this was a city that was said to be full of gold. When I came here to pan for gold, Xiaowen also came here to pan for gold. Xiaowen said that after she was arrested at the train station, she was sent to a forced labor camp for a year. After she was released, she had no means of living, so she went to find a doctor.She hated the life of a prostitute to death, and even if she died, she would not want to be a prostitute again. At that time, Langzhong's business was getting bigger and bigger, and he exchanged potassium permanganate and penicillin for millions of dollars.He has several doctors and nurses under his command. Some of them are former barefoot doctors who are best at using painkillers and red mercury iodine in their life; . The doctor took her in and made her a cleaner in the clinic. Later, that city in the north vigorously rectified the medical market, and the doctor had no place to settle down, so he brought this group of wanderers to this city in the south.In the south, they are affiliated with a famous private hospital to treat the stupid patients who come to their door, but the business is always unable to make ends meet. Later, after Lang Zhong inspected many private hospitals, he was deeply inspired and asked all the hospital staff to enter the national hospital to work as nurses and solicit customers. This is how Xiaowen became a nurse. It was also in the winter of the year I met Xiaowen, on the eve of the Spring Festival, I went to the northern city for interviews, and came to that sinful street again.I don't know why, I suddenly come there, I don't know what happened to those whores in the past?They must be getting old, are they still there? The streets of the urban village have been completely demolished and replaced by skyscrapers.In and out of the building are well-dressed office white-collar workers and uniformed security guards.Those prostitutes back then, where did they go?What kind of life are they living now? A few years ago, all my memories of this city and this street have been erased by time. I'm a little sad. I was walking alone on the side of the street, walked into a small shop by the side of the road, and suddenly saw Miss Tang standing behind the counter.Sister Tang has a fair complexion, a high bun, and a radiant complexion. Compared with the slovenly ones a few years ago, she looks like a different person.Sister Tang also saw me and looked very surprised. Sister Tang said that in the second year after I left the city, this street was demolished, and the prostitutes scattered.She worked as a street girl for several years, but she didn't save much money. She really didn't want to live that kind of dark life, so she borrowed a few thousand yuan from relatives at home to open this small shop, which has been in operation until now. "Being upright is the best!" Sister Tang said.