Chapter 17 second quarter

Wang Zhen turned the steering wheel quickly, and the car drove faster and faster.The noisy street blinked by, and it has already entered the suburbs in a blink of an eye. Looking at the receding trees, Zheng Jian thought to himself: Can this industrial and commercial tycoon who has been dead for more than 20 years provide us with some new clues?What is the close connection between the death of Xin Yueqiu, the hostess of the villa, and the death of Zhang Hanqian, the host of the villa?It is time to unravel this mystery today. While Zheng Jian was thinking hard, the jeep stopped in front of a small river bank.

Next to this small river bank, there is a neat row of tile-roofed houses, which are now a workshop of a rural commune team.But seventeen years ago, it was a secret place where the rebels held "prisoners" for interrogation. Zhang Hanqian was persecuted to death here. Lin Hai greeted a thin old man, and said to him: "Uncle Zhang, this is Captain Zheng of our Public Security Bureau. Please tell us about the situation when you met Zhang Hanqian in detail." That old man Zhang has a strong body, but his legs are a little lame, and he walks with a cane.He nodded, and led Zheng Jian and others into a tile-roofed house. It was dark inside. He turned on the light, pointed to the room and said, "This is where Zhang Hanqian died."

Zheng Jian glanced at the room, only more than ten square meters.Facing north, there is a small window with a height of one person, with iron bars on it. He helped old man Zhang sit down and said, "Uncle Zhang, can you recall what happened to Zhang Hanqian after he was escorted? Please tell us slowly." Old man Zhang hummed and opened the chat box... In the late autumn of 1966, the "unprecedented Cultural Revolution" storm was sweeping every corner of the country, and a movement of "sweeping all ghosts and snakes" set off a rapid climax in Qiujiang City. The suburb where old man Zhang lived suddenly became lively.A group of rebels wearing red armbands was stationed in that small village.A row of tile-roofed houses was installed with iron windows, and the guards were heavily guarded, as if facing an enemy.Since old man Zhang was a poor peasant and honest, he was assigned as an "alliance" to cook for the "prisoners".He saw a lot of "prisoners" escorted by jeeps every day.Then, there were screams in the gloomy room, and within half a month, blood stained the muddy floor red.

On this day, a burly old man with silver hair was escorted out of the car.He attracted old man Zhang's special attention, because this "prisoner" was actually wearing a pair of suit pants with suspenders, showing a big belly.Although the clothes are disheveled, he has an extraordinary bearing. Old man Zhang was stunned, and a small leader of the rebel team kicked him and said, "What are you looking at?" "Who is he?" Old man Zhang asked quietly. The man said: "Tell you, he is the big vampire of our Qiujiang City. Look how big his stomach is. He grew up drinking the blood and sweat of our workers and peasants. His stomach is full of bad water!"

"Oh." Old man Zhang nodded, thinking to himself: It seems that this man is a capitalist, as bad as a landlord! Old man Zhang saw that he was locked in a heavily guarded darkroom, and he delivered the meals. Within a few days, he discovered that this person was not as bad as the rebels said.He didn't eat a few mouthfuls of the food that was sent in, so old man Zhang went to collect the rice bowl, and seeing that the man just sighed, he said softly, "Why don't you eat?" The man shook his head. "People are iron, rice is steel. Only by eating can we live."

Hearing this, the man raised his head, looked at old man Zhang with grateful eyes, then looked at the rice in the bowl, and shook his head. Old man Zhang knew in his heart that he couldn't eat the rice in this bowl.This is what people eat!Not even pig and dog food.Once he wanted to cook better, and he was scolded!The little rebel leader laughed sinisterly, spit a mouthful of phlegm into the bowl, and said, "Damn it! I just want to feed those capitalist roaders, capitalists and stinky old nine with pig and dog food. They used to be arrogant, but now It's the men's turn to clean up ghosts and monsters!"

Although the old man Zhang was dubbed the "Allied Army" by them, he sighed in his heart and muttered to himself: It's really thanks to them that they can figure out how to punish people in this way, it's immoral! However, under old man Zhang's persuasion, the man finally ate.Naturally, old man Zhang took advantage of his unpreparedness and gave him steamed buns a few times. "Grandpa, can you bring me a letter?" "I……" "Yes, I'm not a bad person. My name is Zhang Hanqian. Although I'm a capitalist, I haven't done anything illegal after liberation..."

Old man Zhang sympathized with him, but he didn't dare to do that kind of risky thing.Seeing this, Zhang Hanqian could only sigh again, and said to himself: "If I die, I will be killed by someone. Tell my wife Xin Yueqiu, under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree there is..." Before Zhang Hanqian finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and two people walked in. Old man Zhang quickly put away his job and went out. Old man Zhang went outside and heard the door slam shut.Only the voices of two people could be heard from inside. One said: "Zhang Hanqian, this is Commander Wang of our rebel team, he came to see you."

Then came the voice of Commander Wang: "Zhang Hanqian, you don't know me. I used to be a worker in the factory you opened, didn't I? Now the world has changed, and it's my Wang's turn to take the lead. You know I'm short-tempered, I speak frankly, I have something to ask you, if you make it clear, I will let you go back immediately." This is Zhang Hanqian's voice: "What's the matter?" "Okay, let's get straight to the point. When your home was ransacked, only a small amount of property was confiscated. Where did you put a lot of gold and silver jewelry? Tell me quickly!"

After a while of silence, the person in front spoke again: "Manager Zhang, no, Zhang Hanqian, you should also understand that now is the world of the rebels, so please speak up." "All my things were copied!" "No, you have hidden a fortune, the amount is not small. You tell me where the treasure is hidden, and I will let you go. Otherwise, don't blame me, Wang, for being ruthless!" "Why did you arrest me?" Zhang Hanqian protested. "Why? Just because you are a capitalist and because you came back from overseas. I can accuse you of being a reactionary capitalist and enemy agent."

"What? Your evidence?" "Revolution is not a dinner party. Evidence is needed? Hahaha!" Commander Wang laughed and said, "Today is a chaotic world, and killing a lot of people is like trampling an ant to death." It was the voice of the person in front again: "Say it, those who know the current affairs are outstanding." "I'm not hiding anything. It's against the law for you to do that." A few words angered Commander Wang, old man Zhang heard several loud slaps in the room, he didn't dare to listen, and left. The next day, old man Zhang went to deliver food again, only to find Zhang Hanqian lying on the muddy floor covered in blood.He helped Zhang Hanqian, bandaged him and fed him. Zhang Hanqian just shook his head and said, "They won't let me go." Sure enough, Commander Wang and that person came again. Old man Zhang was worried when he saw them go in, so he eavesdropped outside the door again. "Zhang Hanqian, have you considered it? The pain of flesh and blood is not easy to bear, right?" "I have nothing to say." "It's really the nature of a capitalist. You don't want your life if you want money! Well, I'm going to try my whip, or your mouth!" Old man Zhang couldn't see the movement inside, but after a while he saw Zhang Hanqian being hung up high from the small iron window above his head. There were thousands of whips, threats and groans, which lasted for half an hour and gradually There is no sound. Another person put Zhang Hanqian down, and suddenly yelled, "Commander, he's dead!" "Dead? Impossible... huh? Really dead." Commander Wang sighed, "Damn it, I didn't expect this old thing to be so careless, it's my bad luck!" "But he didn't say anything." "Maybe not." "No, he definitely has." The man said flatteringly. The next day, when old man Zhang was going to deliver food, the little rebel leader said to him, "Don't deliver, that prisoner committed suicide last night out of fear of crime." Suicide in fear of guilt - what a popular term that was in those days! Old man Zhang was assigned to carry the corpse. The dead man's clothes were stained red with blood, and even his silver hair was stained with blood.He lifted it halfway, and as soon as his legs went limp, he passed out... After saying this, old man Zhang sighed and said: "Because of this incident, they also beat me severely. This leg was disabled at that time. They said that my class position was not stable, so I was kicked out, and I finally picked up a piece of paper. Life." After Zheng Jian finished his speech, Lin Hai added, "According to my investigation, that Commander Wang was called Wang Ke, and he was killed in a fight. The little rebel leader also died. As for the other person, there has been no Find out who it is." Zheng Jian took out a photo from his pocket, and said to old man Zhang: "Uncle Zhang, please recognize, is it this person who accompanied Wang Ke?" Old man Zhang took the photo, looked at it for a while, and said, "I'm old and my eyesight is useless. But this person doesn't look like it." Zheng Jian took out another photo to show him, and said, "Is it this person?" Old man Zhang looked at it for a long time, then shook his head again. Zheng Jian took out another photo, gave it to old man Zhang, and said, "Uncle Zhang, take a closer look, is it this person?" Old man Zhang looked at it, nodded again and again, and said, "It's him!" "Look again, are you sure it's him?" "It must be!" Old man Zhang said in a very affirmative tone, "He also wore a blue cadre uniform when he came here. It's disgusting to see." Zheng Jian bid farewell to old man Zhang and said, "Thank you for doing us a great favor. Those who owe blood debts during the ten years of turmoil cannot escape the punishment of history." The jeep moved.Zheng Jian exchanged glances with everyone, and said, "We will now focus on the person in the photo." Everyone's eyes fell on the photo—it was the conceited and smooth face of Mo Cai, the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of Qiujiang Labor Bureau.