boyfriend in the fridge

Shimen Town Elderly Activity Center.

There were several tables on the first floor of the activity center, and each table was filled with four people, and a group of people stood around to watch.Most of the people are old men, and almost everyone has a cigarette in their mouths.

Amidst the smog, the sound of playing mahjong can be heard endlessly.

"Dongfeng!"

"Haha old Zhang, whatever you play today is the cards I want - touch!"

"Bullshit!"

"Damn it, I'm going to beat you to the point where you lose even your trousers!"

……

In front of one of the tables sat a short middle-aged man.Although he was indeed middle-aged in terms of age, his face had more wrinkles than his peers, and his hands were rough and callused.His hair at the temples was already gray, and his brows were a little restless, after the old man sitting across from him shaved his beard, he slapped the table with a "bang", then pushed the mahjong table in front of him, and said unwillingly: "Come again! "

At this time, a pair of hands came out from behind him and patted his shoulder.

Shaking off the hands on his shoulders irritably, he said fiercely: "I haven't lost everything yet, keep going!"

The people at the same table stopped their movements one after another, and everyone around them also looked behind him.

"What? Look down on me?" Ou Chunlin took out a stack of red ones from his trouser pocket, and slapped them on the table, "I have money!"

The person next to him finally couldn't bear it anymore, poked his arm and motioned him to look back: "Old Ou, the police..."

"What kind of policeman?" Ou Chunlin cursed before he could react, "Damn boy, are you cursing me for getting into the police? I haven't done anything illegal or criminal, so I can be controlled by the police?"

At this time, Discipline patted Ou Chunlin on the shoulder again, forced him to come over, and said in a deep voice, "Police."

A police certificate suddenly appeared in front of him, Ou Chunlin was about to curse someone when he saw the words on the certificate.Then he looked up and saw the policeman/Discipline's deadpan face above the card.

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"Comrade policeman, what are you talking about?" Ou Chunlin, who brought the disciplined couple home, widened his eyes in disbelief when he heard the news of his son's death.

Xia Ji repeated the news that Ou Jie was dead.

Ou Chunlin unconsciously stepped back and bumped into the coffee table, the cup on it fell to the ground with a "crash", and fell to pieces in an instant.

"Oujie... is dead?" Ou Chunlin murmured and repeated, "I raised him so much, but he died?"

"He died?" Ou Chunlin's voice suddenly rose, "He didn't earn me much money, so he died like this? Then what about the money I have worked so hard to support him for so many years? Who will pay it back? Damn it!" I wasted my money for nothing?!"

Discipline's eyes turned cold for an instant, and he shot straight at Ou Chunlin.

Ou Chunlin felt a chill all over his body, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply. He clearly felt the unusual aura of the policeman in front of him, shrank his body, and continued forcefully: "You lose money! My money is fucking wasted! Raising a pig is better than raising him!" But the voice was much weaker.

"Wait—how did you say he died?" Ou Chunlin suddenly realized that he had missed something, aggressively, "Killed? Who forced my son to be killed? I killed him—"

At this time, Ou Chunlin seemed to have found an outlet for the so-called money he had paid in the past few years, and he opened his foul-smelling mouth to bite the murderer in his mouth.

Xia Ji's temper is not bad, but his dirty words made his face turn cold.But his face turned cold, only his eyes turned cold, and the kind smile disappeared from his face.

Discipline is different.

Discipline was chilled from head to toe, and his face was terribly gloomy, as if he was about to erupt in the next second and slammed the cup on the side table at Ou Chunlin.But he took a deep breath, suppressed his temper, and only called Ou Chunlin's name in a deep voice.

"Ou Chunlin."

The voice of discipline was not loud, nor too scary, but when Ou Chunlin heard it, his short body shrank again, then took two steps back, and finally fell down on the coffee table.

There were several plates on the coffee table, and Ou Chunlin sat on the plates as soon as he sat down, crushing the shells of the peanuts on the plates.

Discipline stared at him condescendingly, making Ou Chunlin's scalp numb.

Finally, Ou Chunlin got up in embarrassment, sat on the chair beside the coffee table, rubbed his hands, and asked in a weak voice: "That bastard... no, no, my son, Oujie... You found his murderer Yet?"

The environment inside the house is not very good, discipline does not intend to sit.Xia Ji didn't pay much attention. He sat on another chair and said, "The case is still under investigation. Mr. Ou, when was the last time you saw Ou Jie?"

Seeing that Ou Chunlin heard the first half of the sentence and wanted to open his mouth to swear, Discipline looked over lightly, Ou Chunlin was timid again, and said: "It's the time of the Chinese New Year."

Xia Ji: "A month ago? What time is it, do you remember?"

"On the night of New Year's Eve, this is a tradition, okay, the whole family eats New Year's Eve dinner together!" Ou Chunlin's tone became more normal, "I don't remember what time it was, anyway, I didn't see it when I woke up the next day." He died, who knows when he left?"

Xia Ji: "What does Ou Jie usually do?"

"What job?" Ou Chunlin sneered, "He's just a gangster, what serious job can he have?"

Xia Ji: "Did you know that Oujie applied for a bodyguard half a month ago?"

"Bodyguard?" Ou Chunlin muttered, "Does the bodyguard give me a lot of money? It's been half a month and he still hasn't sent me any money?!"

Xia Ji's eyes turned cold, and he repeated again: "Do you know that Ou Jie is working as a bodyguard?"

Ou Chunlin: "I don't care what he does! Just give me money!"

Ou Chunlin, who had been talking about money from the very beginning, returned to the topic of money. He glanced at Ji Ji carefully, and was caught by Ji Ji's eyes. He immediately shrank back, shaking his legs impatiently: "The question is over No, Comrade Police? Can I play mahjong?"

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On the way back, driving was still disciplined. Xia Ji leaned on the passenger seat, touched his face wearily, and said, "Ou Chunlin doesn't care about his son's life. Mahjong."

Discipline sneered: "This is also a father? It's better for Oujie to stay in the orphanage than to go home."

Xia Ji sighed: "Shall we go to Beishan Welfare Institute now?"

Discipline said "hmm".

It took another hour or two to drive from Shimen Town to Beishan Welfare Institute, Xia Ji took this opportunity to squint his eyes for a while.

Office of the Director of Beishan Welfare Institute.

"Ask Oujie?" Dean Song was a little surprised when he heard Discipline and Xia Ji's intentions, and then asked worriedly, "What happened to that child?"

Xia Ji said simply: "Ou Jie was killed—Dean Song, do you still remember how Ou Jie came to Beishan Orphanage?"

Dean Song's slightly curved and smiling eyes widened suddenly, and he said in shock: "Killed? Then... the murderer hasn't been found yet?"

Xia Ji nodded.

"Back then, I remember when Buzhi was nine years old... Buzhi was also a child in our orphanage. He found a one-year-old Oujie at the gate of the orphanage. Oujie was put at the gate of the orphanage. There was a note with his name written on it, which looked like it was written by a woman. We searched for a few days but couldn’t find his family, so we took him in. After that, when he was 11 years old, his biological father suddenly Appeared and took him away."

Xia Ji: "How does his father know that Au Jie is with you?"

Dean Song recalled: "We also asked at that time, and a paternity test was done to confirm the identity. According to Mr. Ou, when Ou Jie's mother left, he didn't tell him that he was pregnant, but ten years later, he suddenly contacted him and told him about him."

A mother left her husband while pregnant, threw the child at the gate of the orphanage after giving birth, and told the father of the child ten years later that she had given birth to a child that year.

"Old Ou, hey, it was because of gambling that he lost all the family's money, and refused to change after repeated admonitions, so his wife left disheartened."

"Who knows, his wife never came back anyway."

"I also feel sorry for the kid Oujie. After being picked up by Lao Ou, he was sent to work after two or three years of schooling. Most of the money that kid earned went into Lao Ou's pocket."

"Oujie is a good boy, he doesn't cry or make trouble, and he works hard, but... well, Lao Ou's gambling addiction has become less in recent years, that is, he went to the activity center for the elderly to play a few mahjong games, but he is very lucky. Really bad..."

What I heard in Shimen Town a few hours ago echoed in Xia Ji's mind.

It was obvious that Ou Jie was not doing well after being taken home, it was all because of Ou Chunlin's desire to satisfy his gambling addiction.

Xia Ji thought of that ID photo again.Oujie in that photo is 17 years old and has been bullied by his father for several years, but his eyes are still so pure, and he smiles as if everything is beautiful.

Discipline glanced at him and asked Dean Song: "Do you have any photo albums from that year?"

Dean Song was stunned: "Yes, I'll look for it, you two wait a moment."

Dean Song got up and walked to an office nearby, and came back four or five minutes later with two photo albums.

Back then, cameras were not yet high-end, and their resolution was limited.However, as soon as he opened the first photo album, Ji Ji recognized Song Buzhi in the upper right corner of the first page.

In this photo, Song Buzhi looks like a teenager, with a long and thin body, his hair is shaved very short, and he is holding a three or four-year-old boy with his right hand.The two smiled brightly at the camera.

"This is Oujie." Dean Song pointed to the little boy in this photo and said, "When he was three years old. The one next to him is Unruly."

Thinking of something, Dean Song smiled: "Since picking up Oujie, Buzhi seems to have a sense of responsibility and took the initiative to take care of Oujie—you may find it hard to imagine that Buzhi was very playful and naughty when he was young."

Discipline asked calmly: "He has the best relationship with Oujie?"

Dean Song nodded: "Buzhi is the one who led Oujie single-handedly, like a big brother. It's just that later... oh..."

"What happened later?" Xia Ji asked.

"Later, after Oujie was taken away by his father, he still wrote letters and called him in the first year, but after that, he lost all contact. Buzhi was sad for a long time, and he went to look for him later, but he couldn't find it."

Xia Ji: "Why didn't you find it?"

"The address on Oujie's envelope is the post office in their town. Buzhi doesn't know where he lives, and he didn't ask anyone, so he just let it go."

Hearing this, Discipline had doubts in his heart - let it go, unlike Song Buzhi's temperament.Moreover, he had a strange intuition that if Song Buzhi really wanted to find someone, he would definitely be able to find him through some method.

The album was turned page by page, sometimes it was Song Buzhi's personal photo, sometimes it was a group photo of Song Buzhi and others, and sometimes it was a group photo of the entire orphanage, and the little boy Song Buzhi was holding, He also gradually grew into the appearance of a handsome young man, seven or eight percent similar to now.

"Buzhi is a good boy." Seeing the photo of Song Buzhi wearing a bachelor's hat in the photo album, Dean Song said with emotion, "Since junior high school, he has never been worried about, and his academic performance has always been in the top three in his grade. It is ranked in the top [-] in the province. With this score, he can go to a better university like the Imperial Capital, but he chose to stay in the province, saying that it is closer to us and easy to take care of. He can take care of the university. He has won all the scholarships, he is studying architecture, he was lucky enough to meet a noble person in college, he took him to participate in several projects, and made a lot of money. He donated half of the money to the orphanage. "

Discipline thought of Song Buzhi's idle appearance, so he asked, "Where is he now?"

Dean Song smiled: "Two years ago he bought a house. He said that he was too tired to make money before. He should rest for a few years. Now he probably doesn't have much work, so let's collect the rent."

"He has a sense of proportion and knows what he wants."

In the photo, Song Buzhi, who was wearing a bachelor's uniform and a bachelor's cap, raised the corners of his lips at the camera, his smile was not deep but very contagious.The sunlight hitting him made his features even more picturesque and handsome.