"If it were , I’d probably act even more aggressively than you, and I wouldn’t even wait two years!" Su Qing spoke up.
At this mont, he didn’t see himself as a police officer, nor did he regard the person in front of him as a murderer, but just evaluated things from a very objective perspective.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng glanced at him, and after confirming that he wasn’t a cop and didn’t seem physically threatening, he took a deep breath and passed the bottle in his hand, "Want a drink?"
Su Qing shook his head, took out a bottle of beer from his pocket, "Not used to it, I’ll have this instead!"
"Beer is weak, forget it, whether you’re a cop or not, just for what you said earlier, I’ll give you a chance to make a ritorious deed. Call the police, say I’m here, but you can forget about bringing back alive, just take the body!"
Su Qing didn’t respond to this. Zhang Heng having such thoughts didn’t surprise him at all, because if he hadn’t been prepared, he would have either run away long ago or wouldn’t have returned.
Seeing him remain silent, Zhang Heng chuckled, "What? You have to catch alive, huh? You’re not a cop, so it doesn’t matter, right?"
There was so distance between the two at this point, and as long as no one else was helping, he didn’t think Su Qing could hold him back.
"Do you smoke?" Zhang Heng asked.
"I’ll take one!"
"The cigarettes are bad, don’t mind it!" Zhang Heng handed over a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette.
Su Qing took it, and then both of them lit a cigarette, standing on the bridge in the middle of the night, with the wind blowing.
"Not bad, having soone by my side before I leave. So, I’ve been holding it in recently, wanting to find soone to chat with. Keep company for a while, see off, and then I’ll explain the process. You can record it as evidence. Every grievance has its perpetrator, and I’ll bear the consequences for my actions. What do you say?" Zhang Heng looked at him and asked.
His tone was sowhat straightforward, yet also a bit pleading.
Upon hearing this, noticing no narration had been triggered, Su Qing took a deep breath, and then, emulating Zhang Heng’s manner, placed his hands on the railing a few steps away.
This stance could lower the other party’s guard.
Seeing this, Zhang Heng’s stubbled face couldn’t help but show gratitude, and then he slowly began to recount his years of wandering.
Zhang Heng was born in a rural family. Despite the poverty and hunger, everyone around was poor at the ti, so everyone struggled through.
After starting school, he excelled academically, which pleased his family. But unpredictable misfortunes ca; in his first year of junior high school, his father fell seriously ill and couldn’t get out of bed. Helplessly, he had to drop out to work and support the family.
He suffered a lot in those years due to being young, but fortunately, his father was able to work again later. The family said they’d support him to continue school, but he didn’t go; he had gotten used to the wild life outside.
He muddled through until eighteen, and his family felt his way of life was untenable, so they sent him to join the army. It wasn’t long, and he returned after two years.
In his early twenties, he ca back looking for a job, only to find that he had no education or brains, so he couldn’t find any decent work, which left him no choice but to start doing odd jobs again.
Until he was twenty-three, when he t a girl he liked. She was average-looking, but in his eyes, she was very beautiful, and she was hardworking and industrious. But in the winter of his twenty-fifth year, when he took his girlfriend ho to et his parents, a car accident happened, and he lost his girlfriend.
Though the hit-and-run driver was caught, what did it matter? She was gone, and nothing else mattered. In the end, he handed over the last few tens of thousands he had to her parents.
Then he fell into despair for a long ti, drinking every day, and even his parents couldn’t persuade him, until two years later when he went to work on a construction site, led by friends.
Although she was gone, life had to go on, after all, he still had his parents.
And so, a few more years passed. They were still poor, and it was still the countryside. At this age, it was already past the pri. Despite being introduced to people, he turned them all down until he was thirty-one, and seeing his parents’ increasingly graying hair, he gave in.
He was introduced to Liu Xiaojuan, a local girl who had been married before. Though she had been married, she was four years younger than him, and they got married rather hastily.
His parents emptied their savings and borrowed money to buy him a small house in the county. Soon after, his wife beca pregnant. Although life was hard, it was finally getting better.
But unexpectedly, the woman was the beginning of the nightmare.
Even during her pregnancy, there were already rumors of her often being with others back in her hotown. At first, he didn’t believe it, until after the child was born, his wife didn’t care about anything, earning money outside while leaving the child with his parents, and going out gambling and drinking, even getting caught by him once in a hotel.
But he didn’t make a scene at the ti. After all, one has their pride, right? Unexpectedly, Liu Xiaojuan thought he was spineless and beca even more brazen.
Until two years later, they divorced. The newly bought house had a mortgage, so it had to be sold and half of it taken away.
During this turmoil, the neighbors all ca to know. His mother beca so angry that she fell ill and ended up in the hospital. Because his mother was unwilling to spend money, wanting to save for her son’s marriage, she ultimately passed away, and the family was in ruins.
Father and son thought they could depend on each other, but it turned out that two years later, he discovered the child wasn’t his. In an instant, Zhang Heng felt like a joke.
The story was over half an hour long, very lengthy, but Su Qing could still tell that the murder was a cri of passion. What truly trapped him was the girl from years past whom he never got to marry.
"Ah, trying to live with dignity in the city is too hard. It’s not that we don’t want to, but we don’t have the capital to do so. The elders say the poor should have the dignity of the poor. But when you’re poor, how can you still have dignity? Just putting on a brave front. Look at , thirty-five, wife gone, son not mine, mom gone early because of . You tell , you tell , aren’t people like unfit to live?"
Zhang Heng shouted at him sowhat emotionally, finally laughing softly like a deflated balloon:
"I thought having a son was the one thing I could be proud of in this life, but she took even that from . Why, why? She spends my money every day having fun, but two years ago I knelt before my mother in the hospital begging her to get treatnt, and she refused, just to save money.
She insisted I play my bad cards, knowing I couldn’t win. I didn’t care about winning or losing, but she wouldn’t let live, so I wouldn’t let her die easily."
"Living is really aningless. Back then, I t soone unforgettable, soone who made look forward to tomorrow, but she didn’t appear in my tomorrow. I really want to see her one more ti. That wedding dress was truly beautiful; she’d look great in it, even if not for . It’s a pity, she was only twenty-four."
Saying this, Zhang Heng turned and climbed onto the railing. Seeing this, Su Qing acted without hesitation, stepping forward like an arrow, grabbing his half-sleeve covered with dust, but he knew this might not stop him, while the narration appeared at the right mont.
[Comparing your weights, strength, and physical fitness, you have less than a 0.2% probability of pulling him back, a 67% chance of tearing his clothes, and a 33% chance of being pulled down with him.]
"Don’t be impulsive, don’t be impulsive."
Seeing his anxious expression, Zhang Heng almost wanted to laugh.
"Almost forgot, take out your phone and record it, I’m pressed for ti!"
Su Qing took out his phone with one hand, thought for a mont, and put it down; if he was determined to commit suicide, then what’s the point of having him there? There must be another way.
"What? Not recording? Forget it, you might have found it already, I left the murder weapon in the next county, in the first river to the south of Shandong Village, just under the bridge. Look carefully, you should be able to find it."
Saying this, he started to pry open his hand.
"How about visiting your mom’s grave one more ti?" Su Qing shouted!
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