Only then did the onlookers come to their senses, and several strong men hurriedly blocked the middle-aged man and pressed him to the ground. The molested man did not struggle in the slightest, and after falling to the ground, even his face did not change. Half an hour later, the police finally arrived.

The police took Yang Xue and the man back to the police station with the man in a police car to make a record. In the car, the man's mouth was still repeating that Yang Xue stole his car and gave her how much money to support her every month.

In a separate interrogation room, the policewoman poured a cup of tea for Yang Xue, and drank warm tea, and the girl's cold and frightened heart eased a little.

saved, finally saved.

In another interrogation room on the side, the progress of several policemen's inquiries was a little unbelievable.

"Do you really know that girl?" The policeman asked.

The middle-aged man nodded affirmatively: "I know her, she was taken care of by me, and she stole my car last night." ”

"Since you know her, what's her name?" The policeman asked again.

The man was stunned: "Yang Xue, her name is Yang Xue." ”

Another policeman walked in with the man's identification information, his face was a little wrong, and he muttered to the interrogating policeman.

"Old Mo, something is not quite right." The policeman who checked the information said: "I took his ID card and checked it, and I actually found something bad." ”

"What's bad?" The policeman named Lao Mo frowned: "Could it be that he is using a fake identity?" ”

"It's not, it's just a little weird. Look at the information for yourself. The policeman who checked the information looked at the photos on the information, and then looked at the middle-aged man.

Lao Mo lowered his head and finished reading the information, and he was also stunned for a while.

"What's going on? Are you sure there's nothing wrong with the profile? Lao Mo asked suspiciously.

"I've checked it several times, and it's definitely fine." The police who checked the information said affirmatively.

Only then did Lao Mo turn his attention to the middle-aged man in detention again, and his voice trembled slightly: "What's your name?" ”

"Didn't you just ask?" The man replied impatiently.

"Now I'm interrogating you." Lao Mo tapped the table with his knuckles.

"Zhou Wu. My name is Zhou Wu. He is forty-two years old. The middle-aged man pouted.

"Zhou Wu, are you sure you're really only forty-two years old?" Lao Mo stared at him.

"Not bad." Zhou Wu nodded.

"You were born in 1945, how can you be only forty-two years old now?" Lao Mo accentuated his tone.

"And how old should I be now?" Zhou Wu wondered.

"According to your ID card, you are sixty-two years old." Lao Mo said.

Zhou Wu laughed: "How can I be sixty-two years old." ”

"Yes, I feel weird too. Your identification has been cancelled for twenty-six years, that is, twenty-six years ago, you were dead. Lao Mo said again.

"Dead? Do I look like I've been dead for twenty-six years? Zhou Wu smiled even more happily, but that smile fell into the eyes of the two policemen, and no matter how you look at it, it feels gloomy and dead.

"So I suspect that you stole someone else's identity and deliberately made yourself look like Zhou Wu, what else do you have to say?" Lao Mo said sharply, he was putting pressure on the other party.

Zhou Wu didn't speak, but smiled more gloomily. Ask him anything, and he will never speak again.

The two policemen in the interrogation room felt that the atmosphere around them was extremely oppressive, and they couldn't help but temporarily end the interrogation and went outside to smoke a cigarette.

"Old Mo, what do you say? Is it true that someone stole Zhou Wu's identity and deliberately shaped his appearance? Zhou Wu is just an ordinary farmer, and he has no identity background. A good person, why should he have plastic surgery to become him and steal the identity of a person who has been dead for twenty-six years? The younger policeman asked curiously.

"I don't know, anyway, he's already in the police station, and we'll always pry his mouth open." Lao Mo took the last puff of his cigarette, threw away the cigarette butt, and walked into the interrogation room with the young policeman.

But as soon as they entered, the two of them rushed out in a hurry with pale faces. Lao Mo stumbled and pressed the internal alarm bell of the police station, and the police station tossed and turned for three hours, but all the investigations were to no avail.

Lao Mo was a little depressed, and even a little overwhelmed. He walked into Yang Xue's inquiry room with a tired face: "Miss Shen, you can leave." ”

"How's that bastard, what did he say? Why did you kidnap me? Yang Xue hurriedly asked.

"He didn't say much." Lao Mo shook his head.

"No way, he gave everyone the illusion that we knew each other and that there was a dispute, and when I asked for help, no one stepped forward to help." Yang Xue said in a sharp voice: "This is obviously a problem, he wants to kidnap me." ”

"We know this and will follow it to the end." Lao Mo motioned to the policewoman in the room to clean up her things, and after sending Yang Xue to the door of the police station, she stopped talking, and finally said the words that had been blocked in her throat: "Miss Shen, that, I think you'd better change your residence recently." ”

"Why?" Yang Xue turned her head strangely.

"The man who harassed you is called Zhou Wu, and it's a bit weird. And he knows your name, it's not like you're looking for someone to kidnap on the street at random. Lao Mo replied: "Maybe he still knows your residence." ”

"Okay, I'll rent a house again tomorrow. He's going to be detained for at least a while, and then you're going to be released after you've investigated clearly, right? Yang Xue was taken aback.

But Lao Mo's next sentence directly made the girl almost collapse to the ground in fear.

"Miss Shen, Zhou Wu is missing."

Missing? Disappeared at the police station. A middle-aged suspect, a middle-aged man who is not good-looking, actually disappeared in the police station. What kind of joke is this?

Yang Xue didn't see the ingredients of joking from Lao Mo's face.

The girl's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Introduction two

August 2, River City.

If there is one thing that the children in the orphanage do least like to do when they are young, I am afraid that the first one is the donation ceremony of various companies and organizations. Those companies don't really care about what the orphans need, just for a corporate photo. And the children are tired and tired, and they are still asked to put on a reluctant smile and get a lot of donations of all kinds that they don't need so much.

After Lin Meng went out of the orphanage and entered society, he still hated this kind of form. However, what she hated most about those people was what she did, but because of her livelihood, she had no choice but to do it.

Because the company's leaders knew that she was from an orphanage, they shouted, 'This is a great publicity opportunity,' and they forced her to give her the work of the orphanage's donation ceremony.

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