The people from the Provincial Public Security Department were preparing to go to Xi County, and Yang Rui sent Shi Gui to Pingjiang and asked him to inquire about Zhang Boming at Hedong University and the Provincial Middle School.

The so-called knowing oneself and knowing that the other is invincible, Zhang Boming has no one under him, so he can only come to Xi County to find out the news, and he is trapped. Yang Rui learned a lesson, so he asked Shi Gui to help investigate.

Shi Gui relied on Yang Rui and earned thousands of yuan in a short period of time, so that he could run away to understand the news, even if he delayed his business, he would not have any complaints. On the other hand, Shi Gui, who has been selling pirated books, also knows how to deal with inquiries, pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, and set up two stalls at Hedong University and the provincial middle school, which can be regarded as hiding his identity.

After the phone call, Yang Rui turned his head back to the credit union and asked Zhang Boming directly.

Zhang Boming was detained for a long time, everyone was mad, and he was even more scared, and asked Yang Rui vigorously: "What is the slip you stuffed in my notebook?"

Yang Rui smiled and asked, "What are you worried about?"

"In that notebook, I have always only written poetry, not anything else, and many people know that you don't want to frame me. ”

"How did you know I was going to frame you?"

"Don't frame me, what do you do with a note. Zhang Boming said twice, expressed disbelief, and said, "I know what you want." ”

"What do you want?" Yang Rui doesn't know interrogation skills, and he doesn't pursue that, just keep in mind that if he doesn't leak news on his side, he will get as much news as he gets.

Zhang Boming was at a disadvantage, he didn't care about thinking so much, but wanted to deceive Yang Rui: "You stuffed an inappropriate poem in my notebook, I sue you, your set has long been insufficient, and the person who checked it is not stupid, don't say that the handwriting is the same or different, just say that poetry, if you don't make up a poem, it can be said that I wrote it, and the poem also has a poetic style, and I Zhang Boming's poetic style, you can't learn it." ”

"It's quite arrogant. Yang Rui commented with a smile.

"It's not arrogance, it's self-confidence. You ask in Pingjiang if you can write Zhang Boming's poems. Zhang Boming was depressed, and couldn't help but add: "Don't look at you Yang Rui is the first in the preliminary exam, except for the exam, I guess you don't know anything, you will learn it, and you will learn it, just like the machine qì ......"

He added an accent to the word pre-exam.

Yang Rui said disappreciably: "You mean the high score and low energy pavilion." ”

"If only you knew for yourself. Zhang Boming felt that he could hit Yang Rui, and said: "Don't look at your good test now, that's because your conditions are good, when I took the college entrance examination, I didn't even have time to review." When you get to college, you will understand that now you have high scores, and you don't have any use for fart. ”

Yang Ruicai doesn't care about being said to have high scores and low ability, people who can be scolded like this, you must first have a high score. It's like being scolded for being "rich and amazing", and changing your thinking can be regarded as an achievement.

Yang Rui continued: "So, you think you are quite capable, what are you good at? ”

Zhang Boming refused to admit defeat, and said in a disdainful tone: "Playing the piano, playing the erhu, playing the harmonica, painting oil paintings, and dancing the national standard......"

His mother, who was a diplomat, had a wide range of interests and cultivated Zhang Boming's basic music and painting skills, and after he went to college, the domestic political environment was relaxed, and Zhang Boming's surging interest was out of control in the school, even if the level was far less than that of children who were trained from childhood, in the Chinese campus in the 80s, it was also a unique school grass.

As soon as Yang Rui's head turned, he could guess the treatment of Zhang Boming, who could play the piano, dance and paint, in school, and couldn't help laughing, and said: "To learn oil painting, you must learn the human body, have you ever painted?"

"Who said that oil painting must be painted. Zhang Boming was a little flustered, and then laughed again: "If you want to use this excuse to get me, I advise you not to bother in vain, first, I only paint landscapes, and second, my paintings are all given away......"

"Xiao Zhang, don't say it, silence is golden. Lan Guoqing had to interrupt Zhang Boming's words. He didn't say anything in front of him, because he wanted Zhang Boming to suffer a small loss, anyway, his father was Zhang Shengqi, so he could get him out. It's not good to say too much, in case you get a hooliganism, don't say whether the sentence is heavy or not, first of all, it's not good, and Lan Guoqing himself, who came with him, is also easily implicated.

Zhang Boming was reminded, but he also calmed down, sneered twice, and closed his mouth.

Yang Rui also sneered twice, stood up and said, "Brother Li, please change Zhang Boming's room, the two of them stay in the office, it's very boring." ”

Brother Li is a monk, and said with a smile: "Just call me Lao Li, you don't need to call Brother Li." ”

"You are my cousin's colleague, my name is Brother Li. Yang Rui said politely, and said: "Let's find another two-person pavilion, the access control is stricter, and there is also a replacement person." ”

"Okay, I'll call two more people up. As he spoke, the monk shouted twice downstairs, and then called two policemen to come up.

Duan Hang has been in the county criminal police team since he joined the work, from a soldier all the way to the captain, in addition to the help of his family, he also has his own skills, and has gathered a group of people to unite around him. The monk and the others were selected by him to help, and they were all people that Duan Hang could trust.

Zhang Boming was dragged out of the room, and Lan Guoqing reminded him across the room: "Don't talk nonsense, don't talk if it's okay." ”

"You guys arrest people indiscriminately......" Zhang Boming also shouted, but before he finished speaking, he was punched in the stomach by the monk again, his face turned blue with pain, and he kept retching.

The monk didn't have any sympathy, pulled his hair and arms, threw him in the storage room next door, and threatened: "If you call again, I'll let you taste the eighteen martial arts of the master." ”

Zhang Boming was speechless in pain, so he glared at the monk viciously with his eyes.

The monk stepped into the room, raised a big slap and was about to give Zhang Boming a slap.

Zhang Boming covered his stomach, closed his eyes, and prepared to accept this blow straight.

The monk's slap came to Zhang Boming's face and suddenly stopped.

Zhang Boming and the others were about to tremble, but they didn't feel the slap, opened their eyes again, and sneered: "What, don't you dare?"

"You're a smart kid. The monk smiled: "You want me to make a mark on your face, leave a evidence pavilion, and teach you a good lesson." ”

After speaking, the monk circled his fists, lifted Zhang Boming, and gave him two punches to the kidneys with a bang, which made Zhang Boming roll all over the ground.

The monk looked left and right, took a stack of old reports from the shelf, put them into a rag bag, pressed them on Zhang Boming's chest, and then swung his fist happily.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The cloth bag and the old paper made a dull ensemble sound, and Zhang Boming only shouted once, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

The reason why the little ruffians on the street, or the gangsters in the county town, meet the police walking around is because the police beat people more harshly than themselves, otherwise, the labor camp for half a year and a year will be the same as recuperation for them, and they will not be afraid at all.

Where did Zhang Boming "enjoy" this kind of treatment, in front of the monk who seriously beat people, his internal organs seemed to be twisted into a ball, twisted again, and twisted into a ball again, and he could hardly perform normal functions, so that he couldn't scream, and he didn't even cry out.

Yang Rui passed by the door, glanced at it, and did not feel pity.

Zhang Boming came to trouble him, if he succeeded, it might be Yang Rui who enjoyed such treatment.

However, it is not good for the police to beat people, Yang Rui kindly helped the monk close the door of the storage room, so that no passers-by would see it.

Zhang Boming was beaten for five minutes, and the monk took a sip of water from the big tea jar, and stopped: "This is considered a warm-up, and it won't be so easy to find trouble again, understand?"

Zhang Boming stood up with a limp, silent.

The monk gritted his teeth, put down the big teapot with a "bang", and said, "You kid, okay, I'll teach you the rules." ”

He turned around and opened the door and shouted downstairs, "Sheep's head, you come up." ”

Turning his head, the monk smiled at Zhang Boming again, and said: "The sheep's head is the best game in our team, murderers can teach the rules, let him know that it is easier to die than to live, I think you can last a few minutes." ”

"My dad is the director of the Water Resources Agency. Zhang Boming said weakly.

The monk pursed his lips and said, "Your father is very good, and he has the ability to send me to the township police station." ”

Nowadays, it is quite difficult to dismiss a public official, and transfer and assignment is the strictest way to deal with Zhang Shengqi is not the direct leader of the Public Security Bureau, and the more small the soldier, the more difficult it is to deal with.

The people in the criminal police team are all old ruffians, and they are Duan Hang's iron buddies, and they are not afraid of Zhang Boming's hidden threat at all. Over the years, it is not one or two who have offended senior cadres, some of the young people who kicked the old cadres in the cowshed back then are still steadily doing officials, and the monks are only concerned about Xixian County, at most they look at the direction of the Nanhu area, and respect the high-ranking officials in the provincial capital, but fear but not necessarily.

The sheep's head is a young man with a pointed head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, a little thin, he came upstairs, without saying a word, he beat Zhang Boming fat first.

His skills are better than that of monks, and after a few strokes, Zhang Boming's lips turned blue and his eyes straightened, but the sheep's head only glanced twice, and he continued to fight when he said "it's okay".

After the beating, the sheep's head said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't want to be beaten, you just stand up straight for me, raise your arms up, raise them on your chest, and put an enamel jar on your head, if the enamel jar falls down, or if the water overflows, you will be beaten, understand?"

"Understood. "Zhang Boming didn't want to be beaten again, it was too painful.

So, under the command of the sheep's head, Zhang Boming raised his arms to the sides, with an enamel jar on his head, and he didn't dare to move.

This posture looks simple, but it is difficult for ordinary people to adhere to, especially when the neck can't move, and soon the soreness can't be controlled.

Zhang Boming quietly twisted his neck twice, and with a soft "snap", the enamel jar fell to the ground.

The sheep's head kicked him without hesitation and said, "Pick it up and continue to hold it." ”

"What does it mean to top this. Zhang Boming asked in a low voice.

The sheep smiled and said, "That's the rule." ”

After finishing speaking, he kicked Zhang Boming's inner thigh again.

Zhang Boming shrank like a bullied little animal, obediently picked up the enamel jar, and put it on his head again.

Zhang Boming was in the station, and Yang Rui contacted Shi Gui as quickly as possible, saying: "Your investigation has changed to a direction, you ask, what activities Zhang Boming has organized in recent years, you should try to write down the time of the activity, the people involved, the content of the activity, how many count." ”

Shi Gui was puzzled: "What are you doing investigating this? Zhang Boming is from the student union, and it is common for him to organize activities. ”

"Zhang Boming likes literature, can play the piano and dance, I don't believe that he doesn't organize balls and pies. Yang Rui's voice was unspeakably cold, and said: "If you organize a ball, you will contact with female students, Zhang Boming is handsome and handsome, it's hard to say that there are no girls who throw them into their arms, in short, you investigate the information about the activity first, and then I will ask Yu Feng to go back and help you ask people, by the way, Zhang Boming said that his paintings have been given to people, and if it is not good, it will be given to female classmates, you can ask." ”

Shi Gui still didn't understand, and said, "The ball or something, even if he organizes and participates, what can he do?"

"What can be done depends on how far he goes. "Yang Rui doesn't remember what month it was to crack down, but it must have been 183 years, that is, this year.

As long as Zhang Boming is pinched in this regard, once the crackdown begins, no matter how powerful Lao Tzu is, he will not dare to act rashly.

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