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The police probably took me to destroy a prostitution den, saying that they would not investigate my suspected prostitution in the bar and let me go if they returned the money from the hotel. They also instructed me how to find money, Gou Dong couldn't be contacted, I wanted to confess Ma Dacang's woman, but the police didn't beat me, for fear that Ma Dacang would say that I was not enough friends in the future, so I had no choice but to ask the police to call my home.

I don't know what the police said to my family, and I don't know what my family said to the police. All I know is that when my father appeared in front of me, he threw me a bag of things, didn't say a word, smashed a stack of money in my face, and left.

Looking at my father's back, my heart suddenly became sour, and I wanted to chase my father home to see. But the package my father threw me away reminded me that he didn't want me to go home. The package must have been prepared for me by my mother, and I was afraid that I would freeze when it was cold.

When I think about it, my father and I haven't seen each other for four or five years. Leaving home is in the spring. The leaves of the old locust tree in the capital have already hidden the long pig iron-like thorns on the dry branches, and from a distance, it looks like it has come to life. With Guan Xiang's important instructions to the party, I went to Inner Mongolia to contact a tree-planting and get-rich-quick project, but unexpectedly turned myself into a fraud gang member and fled for many years.

In 2002, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, when the whole country celebrated, I returned to Beijing from Xinjiang and lived at home for a year under the supervision of my parents. My father still gave me a majestic reprimand when I was an officer in the army, and he controlled every aspect of my life. During the year, my father's alcohol consumption increased greatly, and whenever a former subordinate came to visit him, he always had a few drinks, and then he counted down my badness, saying that he could command thousands of troops and horses, but he could not manage my unworthy son. When I was counted, I didn't forget to tell the people who came, if you want this, not that, if you want this, not that. It's like a mastermind behind it, as if the power of the past is still the same, and he can manipulate things.

I was sent back to Beijing by the police in Xinjiang. Actually, if they don't send me, I can come back. When I went to Xinjiang, I led a girl who had a crush on me when I was a freshman in junior high school. The girl's name is Luo Hong, and she is already a mature and purple woman at this time. Can I still not know the way back? It may be that the police in Xinjiang feel at ease that they must watch me return to the capital, and they also want to come to the capital to see the radiant **.

Luo Hong is three years older than me, when I was in the first year of junior high school, she was a freshman in high school, and she was the school flower of our middle school. From the first time I saw her, to the time I took her to Xinjiang and drank pesticides and died, she has been bewitching in my heart for many years. Although the twisted features at the time of her tragic death were terrifying, after a while, her seductive demeanor would still float in my mind from time to time, and it was hard not to think about her.

The Xinjiang police sent me to the police station in my district, and after completing the handover procedures, I went to **. I still have to wait at the police station for my family to pick me up, as if they want to confirm that they are afraid that they will make a mistake about me. My mind was very confused, what the police asked me and how I answered, I didn't know much at the time, and I couldn't remember anything when I left the door of the police station.

It was my mother who came to pick me up, and when I saw her, I lowered my head and tears fell. My mother didn't speak to me first, but told the police a lot first, and then the police said to me, "You understand all the questions you just asked!" I nodded, and then asked me, "Are you telling the truth?" I nodded again. My mother wanted to see what was written on the paper I signed, so I took it and handed it to the police, and pulled my mother out of the door of the police station.

I didn't even look at what was written on paper. In Xinjiang, I signed a lot of signatures under the supervision of the police, but I didn't read them clearly. It doesn't matter how I want to write, Luo Hong is dead, am I still afraid of signing unfair documents?

When Luo Hong drank pesticides, I also drank them, and the amount was the same. I didn't know that Luohong didn't drink as much as me, and he drank pesticides faster than me. I don't know how much I drink and I don't vomit, but I vomit when I drink pesticides. Next to Luo Hong's body, the police asked me over and over again about the scene when I drank the medicine, to see if there was any discrepancy with their speculation. If there are flaws in the chaos, it proves that I am suspected of poisoning and dying. I annoyed the police, took another bottle of pesticide, opened it and drank it to the police. The policeman was stunned for a moment but took out his gun, hesitating there, probably not knowing where the gun was going: did it hit me or the pesticide in his mouth? They just wanted to knock out the pesticide bottle to prevent me from dying at the scene of the case, and I was afraid that the bullets would hit me at the same time. Thanks to a young man from Xinjiang who watched the excitement, he took the pesticide bottle, but I already took a sip. The police found a stick to pry my throat and beat me on the back until I spat out the yellow water drop by drop, and then poured me half a basin of laundry detergent water. My mouth was bubbling and the police stopped asking me questions.

Luo Hong's parents insisted on not going to Xinjiang, and they said let the government watch and deal with it. When asked what they had said to me, they said they didn't know me and didn't say anything.

Under the supervision of the police, I sold my family property and buried Luo Hong.

Before I returned to the capital, I told the police that I still had debts and that I would pay them back. The police took me one by one to find the people I owed money with Luo Hong. I told them that I must pay back the money, and I will send it to you when I return to Beijing. They may not write me a remittance address for fear that something will happen to me again. The police praised them for their high profile, and they said: This kid is also very pitiful, look at the raisins we have no oil and water. I don't need the money, it's kind of aid. Don't want it, don't want it.

A policeman followed my mother and me out, deliberately delayed a little time to slow down my mother's pace, and said to my mother alone: "Go back, take good care, don't let him come out and run around, his brain is a little wrong now." ”

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