Tang Shan complained bitterly in his heart. The worst thing happened. He Ren obviously saw the record of murder in the diary, and his spirit suddenly doubled. Tang Shan knew that in this small police station, He Ren was the person in charge of the murder of Zhou Weiliang.

At this moment, He Ren's face was gloomy, staring at a pair of blood-red eyes, waiting for Tang Shan to report his identity.

Tang Shan moved his mouth, and every bit of flesh on his face ached. His mind went back and forth a thousand times, and he kept hesitating whether he should confess his real name.

He Ren waited impatiently, and asked again in an accentuated tone:

"Boy, don't you have long ears? What's your name, I ask? ”

In order to hide his embarrassment, Tang Shan had to hold his chin with one hand and gently pinch his nose with the other, pretending that the wound on his face was still very painful, making him speechless.

Seeing that Tang Shan still didn't speak, He Ren was furious, and slapped his hands on the table, about to scold.

Tang Shan was startled, quickly let go of his hands, opened his mouth, and endured the pain, about to say his name.

Unexpectedly, the policeman who recorded a confession for Tang Shan just now felt that He Ren's anger was a little inexplicable, and felt that Tang Shan, who was covered with scars on his face, was a little pitiful. He suddenly took the lead in opening his mouth and started a round:

"This kid's name is Chen Yong. Nicknamed Little Steel Cannon. ”

After speaking, he also pushed the transcript just now, including the signature pen, in front of He Ren.

He Ren instantly suppressed his anger. Tang Shan's mouth opened and he let out an "ah", and forcibly swallowed the words that came to his mouth back into his stomach.

He Ren looked at his colleague, then at Tang Shan, and finally stopped his gaze on the transcript, and asked with a suspicious face:

"Your name is Chen Yong?"

Tang Shan reluctantly said "ah" again, which was a response.

He Ren suddenly raised his head, stared at Tang Shan with a smile, and asked with bad intentions:

"A few years ago, Chen Meng, who was sentenced to more than ten years because of the incident of stabbing the old man to death in the shipyard in the western suburbs, is it your brother?"

Tang Shan was stunned for a moment, thinking that this guy's associative ability is quite strong. Immediately I was a little ridiculous, but I didn't expect to make up a name casually, but I made up a brother for myself.

Tang Shan shook his head and replied incoherently:

"Oh, no, it's not. I don't know him. ”

He Ren retracted his gaze and looked at the transcript and said to himself:

"Little steel cannon? The name seems to have also appeared in the Western Suburbs shipyard incident two years ago. ”

He looked up at Tang Shan again and sneered:

"This name and nickname can't be made up by your kid, right?"

Tang Shan was taken aback, feeling that lying in front of the police was really stressful, and he almost planned to confess and be lenient. But he shook his head, and what came out of his mouth was a lie:

"Oh, no, it's not. Chen Yong is his real name. My friends called me that, and they said I looked like I looked like I was two years old. ”

After saying it in one breath, Tang Shan admired himself a little, he never thought that he was so capable of lying. At the same time, he was a little afraid, not knowing if He Ren's fiery eyes would see any clues.

Unexpectedly, He Ren no longer dwelled on Tang Shan's name, and suddenly turned his head and asked his police colleagues:

"Have you read this diary?"

The policeman looked disdainful:

"I flipped through the first few pages. It's like a girl, to another stinky boy, said some innocent* love words. ”

He Ren smiled, patted his colleague on the shoulder, but turned his face to the other policeman, and ordered:

"It's boring, so don't waste too much time, and leave it to me to wrap up. I just received a call from the police, it seems that there are a few little hooligans gathering in Shatouzhou to gamble, please let the two of you go and take a look. ”

Both policemen grinned and said in unison:

"Thank you, Brother Ren, then Brother Ren will be troubled later."

After saying that, he turned around and opened the door and left.

He Ren gently closed the door again, then walked to Tang Shan's side, sat down, turned the chair again, faced Tang Shan, poked his head forward, and asked Tang Shan deeply:

"Boy, tell me honestly, where did you get the diary?"

Tang Shan knew that the situation was serious, but he didn't know why He Ren wanted to separate the other two policemen. Do you want to torture him to extract a confession? He couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

Tang Shan stammered and replied:

"Pick it up, pick it up."

He Ren obviously didn't believe it, and sneered:

"Where did you pick it up?"

Tang Shan still stammered:

"Dongli, Dongli Qiaotou."

He Ren still doesn't believe it:

"You kid got water in your brain? For a broken diary that you picked up, you fight with people on the street? ”

Tang Shan tried to squeeze out two tears, pretended to be bitter, and sighed:

"I've already explained it just now, it's a misunderstanding. An old man took the diary as garbage, and I tried to get it back, but I was mistaken for a robber. You think, how can there be a robber who robs a diary? ”

He Ren looked at Tang Shan suspiciously for a long time, and Tang Shan's face was full of scars and bloodstains, and his eyes were full of grievances, and in the end, He Ren seemed to believe Tang Shan's statement, and suddenly changed the topic:

"Have you read all the diaries?"

Tang Shan immediately shook his head and denied:

"No, I didn't have time, I only read the first page, and just wanted to drink saliva, but the old man took it away. You know what happened next. ”

He Ren spread out the diary, touched the stumps of the two pages, and asked slowly:

"Did you tear these two pages off?"

Tang Shan's mind was running quickly, and he thought that since he used a pseudonym, he must not have anything to do with the murder recorded in the diary, otherwise he would not be able to get out today.

He touched the two fragments through his trouser pocket, and replied slowly:

"I didn't tear it. When there was a fight, I didn't know who tore it up in the chaos. ”

Ho Ren chased after him:

"Where did those two pieces of paper go?"

Tang Shan pretended to be trying to remember, and then replied in a certain tone:

"I've been trampled under my feet, and I don't know where to kick it in the end."

He Ren closed the diary, suddenly changed the topic again, and asked:

"Do you recognize a little rascal named Tangshan?"

Tang Shan scolded in his heart, I have also worked as a butcher, which is a legitimate profession, when did I become a little hooligan? After scolding, there was another burst of snickering: Even if your eyes are like torches, you still don't recognize me.

So he pretended to be at a loss and asked:

"Who is Tangshan? Which big brother are you messing with? ”

Then he pretended to suddenly realize:

"Oh, I remember mentioning that name in my diary."

He Ren seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said lightly:

"If you don't know each other, forget it."

Then he pushed the transcript just now, along with the signature pen, in front of Tang Shan and ordered:

"Sign it, leave the phone number, and you're good to go."

Then he pointed to the diary and said:

"But this, I have to confiscate."

Tang Shan signed with a face full of grievances:

"I took a beating for it, can I keep it as a memorial?"

He Ren looked serious and said:

"I haven't figured out whether you robbed it or picked it up, but you want to keep the stolen goods as a souvenir? Got water in your head, right? ”

Tang Shan had no choice but to stick out his tongue and continue to pretend to be stupid, but his heart was cold, knowing that not long after, Jiang Suping's help to Chen Yusheng take more than 300,000 yuan would be exposed.

Later, He Ren kept sending Tang Shan out of the gate of the police station. Walking to the bend in front, He Ren suddenly pressed his palm on Tang Shan's shoulder, and said coldly:

"Remember boy, I let you go, there are conditions."

Tang Shan was taken aback:

"On what terms?"

He Ren lowered his voice and said:

"You are not allowed to mention the diary to anyone. Otherwise, I'll get you back at any time. Remember? ”

Tang Shan's head was blank, and he replied casually:

"Remembered."

He Ren glared at him fiercely, turned around and went back to the police station.

Tang Shan returned to his residence in a depressed mood, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Fang Lian sweeping the floor. He wasn't in the mood to greet the other party, so without saying a word, he just raised his feet and rushed to the second floor.

Fang Lian looked up and saw a guy covered in dust, with blood on his face, and his skin and flesh so swollen that he didn't even have his eyes, rushing home, and immediately used both hands and feet, pushed him out of the door very roughly, and drank in his mouth:

"Who are you? How dare you spread wild on my territory? ”

There are too many mahjong games, and the exit is the black talk of the rivers and lakes.

Tang Shan knew that he was unrecognizable, and he didn't even know the square face woman, so he endured the pain on his face, and was anxious to explain, but he was in a hurry, but his mouth couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and he stammered:

"No, I, I'm ......"

Before the words fell, Fang Lian interrupted him:

"Want to rent a house? I don't have any extra room here, so I'll ask somewhere else. ”

Tang Shan was furious, and his mouth was not smooth, so he had to roughly sweep Fang Lian to the door with one hand, crossed the threshold, and rushed upstairs again, and simply shouted four words in his throat:

"I'm Tangshan."

Fang Lian took two steps closely, dragged the back hem of Tang Shan's clothes, and scolded:

"Servant Street, dare to talk nonsense in front of the old lady? Believe it or not, I'll sit on you with an ass? ”

Tang Shan was dragged away, unable to advance or retreat, and unable to move too roughly, so aggrieved that he was about to cry.

was inextricable, Fang Tang came out of the kitchen, heard the words "I am Tangshan", approached the two of them, looked Tangshan up and down for a long time, and finally exclaimed:

"Are you really Tangshan? How did it come to this? ”

Tang Shan burst into tears, there was finally one person in this world who knew him. He nodded, grinned at Fang Tang, laughing ten times more ugly than crying, and only sighed after laughing:

"It's hard to put into words."

Fang Lian let go of her hand in confusion, picked up the broom and continued to sweep the floor, sweeping for a long time before shaking her head and muttering to herself:

"Is this really the street?"

Tang Shan went upstairs and returned to the room, Fang Tang followed, and asked again with a crying voice:

"What the hell is going on?"

After asking, he felt that the matter had come to this point, and it was superfluous to say anything, so he pressed Tang Shan on the edge of the bed and sat down, saying:

"I'll go get some water to wash you."

Fang Tang turned around and went downstairs. Tang Shan couldn't wait to take out the two pieces of paper from his trouser pocket, unfolded them, and happened to see the following paragraph:

"The scoundrel was full of alcohol and pressed me down on the coffee table, and I was so sick that I kicked him in the lower abdomen with all the strength of my life. He screamed in pain, and I took the opportunity to roll off the coffee table, roll all the way to the edge of the table, and stand up with the legs. The scoundrel gasped for a moment, then pounced on me again to tear my clothes.

"I saw a knife hanging on the wall, and in horror and anger, I reached out and grabbed the knife, and without looking at it, I stabbed it backwards. Unexpectedly, it just stabbed him in the chest. I turned to see him staring wide, his hands on the edge of the table, and slowly sliding to the floor.

I grabbed all the money on the table and rushed out the door. ……”

When Tang Shan read this, he suddenly jumped up; It happened that Fang Tang walked to the bed with a basin of water, and Tang Shan bumped into her elbow and knocked the whole basin of water to the ground.

Fang Tang screamed, at a loss.

Tang Shan didn't have time to pay attention to her, took out his mobile phone, dialed Chen Yusheng's phone, and said very quickly:

"I see, it's not her who kills. It's not Jiang Suping. ”

Chen Yusheng doesn't understand:

"What do you say? Not who is she? ”

Tang Shan answered the question, and the jump was too big:

"The knife."

Chen Yusheng didn't understand it even more:

"Knives? What knife? ”

Tang Shan took a deep breath, adjusted his tone and said slowly:

Jiang Suping said in her diary that she was frightened, grabbed the knife hanging on the wall and stabbed Zhou Weiliang. Do you remember, what hangs on the wall of Zhou Weiliang's house is a watermelon knife. ”

Chen Yusheng was at a loss and responded:

"So what?"

Tang Shan sighed:

"When I saw Zhou Weiliang's body, what he had in his chest was a pig-killing knife."