sunk into the earth

Chapter 20 Running away from home 2

The next day it only drizzled. They bought two black umbrellas next to the hotel and went to the nearest police station to report the incident.Zhang Chen acted extremely calm, and he answered in an orderly manner what the police on duty asked, with clear logic, and he didn't even beat him when he stuttered.The black-glasses reporter looked at him in surprise several times, and waited for the two of them to step out of the police station before they clicked their tongues at Zhang Chen: "It looks like that, aren't you afraid today?"

Zhang Chen glanced at him: "What's the use of being afraid?"

The reporter with black glasses smiled when he saw his appearance: "You'd better not be afraid. I will go to the mine later to adapt to the situation. I taught you how to use the camera and record notes yesterday, right? If I want to be besieged, I will throw it at You, take a clear picture of me."

Zhang Chen took the camera handed over by the reporter and fiddled with it, looked at the buttons on it one by one, and promised him firmly: "I remembered it a long time ago."

The cordon around the mine is still around, but the family members who flocked to look for people yesterday are gone, and there is only one person who looks like a boss talking with another person in the center.

They walked along the railing, the reporter looked around, patted Zhang Shen's arm with one hand, and reminded him in a low voice: "The black short-sleeved man over there is the owner of the mine, and I will mainly shoot him and record him later. The boss bought a mining license in his hand, it's illegal, and it's so fucking ridiculous, without him for a few days."

The edge of the huge black umbrella covered most of Zhang Chen's sight, and it was only when he got closer that he could see the faces of the people talking in the mine.

A man pug-like lit a cigarette for a boss-like man.Gray smoke emerged from his opening and closing mouth and then turned into the rain. Zhang Chen saw this person's face clearly and stopped abruptly.

The man who looked like the boss had very familiar faces—the man in the stack of photos in the woman's hand that day.

Seeing someone coming here, several security guards at the mine immediately came over to chase them away. They had surprisingly sharp eyes on the reporter's probing, and as soon as Zhang Ning took out the camera from his bag, he ran over and shouted: "No! Ready to shoot! Hurry home and don't get in the way of business!"

At this gap, Zhang Chen heard a few vague conversations between the two not far away.

"That bitch is extremely cunning. I gave her a lot of presents, but she just pretended to be stupid and didn't sleep with me. What's the point of pretending at this age? It's a fucking loss."

The cigarette-lighting person opposite smiled: "You too, you put your age on a woman, and I heard that your sister-in-law is chasing you, what should you do?"

"Fuck, don't mention it!" The man took a puff of cigarette, "She ran into other people's yard to make a fuss, and when she came back last night, she dared to put her nose on her face and question me, I broke her leg, and told her to go out I'm ashamed of myself."

When the topic started, the man suddenly put on a disgusted expression, and started talking like he was looking for something strange while smoking a cigarette: "By the way, that woman bluffed at me and swore she saw Li Xiaoyun's son kissing another boy with her own eyes. My mother is a wonderful family, so I'm so unlucky."

The person next to him took a puff of cigarette and clicked his tongue: "It's all like this, and her husband doesn't care?"

"What the hell! Li Xiaoyun has been unlucky for eight lifetimes!" The man snarled, "Her husband also whoring, last time I heard from his poker friends that he didn't pay after he finished whoring, and made a fuss at home. In the end, her son took it." Get the money and send that girl away."

On rainy days, the mine was in a mess, piled up with piles of gravel that hadn't been cleared up in time, black coals and stones on the ground, and rows of steel rods glowing silver.

Zhang Chen's mind was buzzing, he didn't move, he squatted down slowly, and picked up a steel rod from the ground.

The reporter was still dealing with the security guards who were chasing him. Several people tried to grab his camera. They cursed and yelled and pestered him. In the chaos, no one paid attention to what Zhang Chen was doing.

Zhang Chen shook the steel rod in his hand, threw the black umbrella on the ground, drenched in the rain, and slowly approached the boss-like man from behind.

He heard an intense buzzing sound coming from his ears, he had heard it before, every time Zhang Licheng and Li Xiaoyun quarreled, or when he heard people scolding Li Xiaoyun in the courtyard, this buzzing sound appeared, Like thousands of flying insects with hooks on their feet, they kept drilling into his ears.

The man in front seemed to notice the movement behind him and looked back.The person who just lit his cigarette just happened to glance to the side, saw the steel rod in Zhang Chen's hand, stared and said, "What are you doing..."

Before he finished his sentence, Zhang Chen raised his arm holding the steel rod, almost exhausted all his strength, and hit the man with a "bang".

The man had a cigarette in his mouth, and when he was about to open his mouth halfway, he was caught off guard by a stick and fell to his knees.

The chirping of the birds was gone, and the black smoke was still roaring out like waves.There was a loud crash of steel rods and bones cracking in a suburban mine.

Before the people around had time to react, the second sound of steel rods sounded again.

Zhang Chen held the steel rod as if he was holding a life-saving straw. He hit it three times in total, with all his strength each time. He guessed that the man's ribs were broken by him, and maybe his heart and spleen were also ruptured.But Zhang Chen didn't regret it, he knew that if it happened again, he would still resolutely smash it down.

He needs to vent too much. If he didn't hit it hard today, then he would be the one who fell to the ground bleeding.

Everyone was frightened and stunned in place. The people who were entangled just now stopped their movements and looked towards the place where the loud noise was made.

The reporter reacted quickly, dropped the umbrella after only a brief moment of stupefaction, rushed over to grab Zhang Chen's arm, and dragged him forcefully to run outside the mine.

The people in the back finally came back to their senses and stood there at a loss.They looked at the two people who were running out, and at the boss lying on the spot with a grim face. After hesitating for a while, they finally ran to the boss, making phone calls, and holding umbrellas. Everyone was in a hurry.

Zhang Chen and the reporter ran in the drizzle, he was still holding a bloody steel rod in his hand, and the reporter was carrying a black video camera, the two of them ran in the rain like a pair of desperate desperadoes.

Zhang Chen ran, his right cheek was still stained with a few drops of blood that had just been stained, and there was still a scab of blood on his palm, but the pain was no longer there.The world was instantly clear, the faint black smoke in his mind became transparent, the humming disappeared, and the soot haze that he always smelled also disappeared completely. Zhang Chen's body was only light and light, as if he had completely melted in the wind and rain.

The drizzle brushed the hair on his forehead, and he ran, thinking, if possible, he would not want to be a human anymore, human beings are so complicated, and the blood in every blood vessel on his body has the imprint of others.If possible, he would like to be the most common rain in nature, without legs, feet or torso, just a touch of lightness, follow the wind, and live or die.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chen suddenly smiled.This moment completely opened his emotional valve, Zhang Chen couldn't bear it anymore, and laughed while running, he had never laughed so happily before.

The reporter pulled him, panting in the rain, he glanced sideways at Zhang Chen who was laughing, and cursed: "You little bastard, what are you doing beating people?

Zhang Chen was still laughing, and wiped the rainwater off his face casually, "Smash it if you want, there are so many reasons."

The reporter let out a "fuck" and said regretfully, "I knew I wouldn't bring you back, who knew I was a little lunatic."

They ran for almost 10 minutes, but the people behind did not catch up. The reporter stopped in peace and pulled Zhang Chen to a stop in front of a grocery store.

The grocery store owner was reading a newspaper, glanced at the two strange people, put down the newspaper, and asked them what they wanted.

"A pack of cigarettes, the one in the second row from the right, and two bottles of ice water."

The reporter handed over the money to receive the cigarettes, turned around and leaned against the concrete wall of the grocery store, unpacked the cigarettes, lit one himself first, then glanced at Zhang Chen, and asked him, "Have you started smoking at the age of 17?"

Zhang Chen nodded, took the cigarette handed over by the reporter, and lit it skillfully.

When the reporter saw his skillful movements, he clicked his tongue twice, "I'm still a veteran, this posture is more familiar than me."

The two of them were leaning against the eaves of the grocery store, puffing and puffing, Zhang Chen didn't know what he was thinking, and was always happy.

The reporter took a few bites to look at him. After watching for a long time, he finally couldn't help but asked, "Are you sick? What's the fun of being alone?"

Zhang Chen smiled, and said seriously: "It's so fun, I've never been so happy before."

The reporter didn't understand him, and shook his head, "Is it fun? Your friend is gone! I've been busy for a long time and haven't caught a fart! I can't keep you, just leave you all night to cause trouble for me. We have to wait here for progress."

"I'll be home in a while." Zhang Chen took a puff of a cigarette, and the white mist brushed over his nose and eyelashes. He seemed to be relieved suddenly, smashed out half of the remaining cigarette, and said, "My friend's It’s okay, if you can’t help, it’s okay. I’m guarding the Public Security Bureau, if there’s really no other way, I’ll just wait for his family members to come back during the Chinese New Year.”

The reporter raised his head and looked at the rainy day. It was so gray that no clouds could be seen.He looked up and kept looking, and said after a long time: "I will try my best to help, I will try my best."

Before leaving, the reporter gave Zhang Chen a note with a string of mobile phone numbers written on it.The reporter seemed to want to get rid of his affairs, but couldn't help worrying about this naughty 17-year-old boy. In the end, he just patted him on the shoulder, and the man who was only 24 and [-] said something with seriousness: "Those people in the mine If you want to trouble you, you can come to me, and I will help if I can."

Zhang Chen turned around and waved goodbye to him, without worrying about himself at all: "Take care of your work, I'm not afraid of them."

The reporter was still smoking the unfinished cigarette, and waved goodbye to him, leaving him a gag, "You still have a hard mouth, don't play yourself off!"

Zhang Chen smiled, turned around and ran into the rain.

The reporter looked at his back and suddenly yelled at him in the rain: "I'm going back to Beijing after this case is over. If you want to come to the capital to go to university, I'll take you to eat and drink!"

It was the capital again, and all the people he envied were in the capital.With his schoolbag on his shoulders, Zhang Chen yelled "Yes" with his back turned to him.

The rain ran with the wind, and Zhang Chen ran with the rain.But he stopped smiling as he ran, the corners of his mouth drooped slowly, and he returned to his usual unhappy look.

The rain is getting smaller and smaller, the sky is about to clear, is it about to clear?The figure of Zhang Chen carrying a black schoolbag gradually disappeared into the gray smoke rising from the street stalls and factories in the distance.The reporter was still leaning against the wall under the eaves of the grocery store, watching his back slowly disappearing in the rain, and couldn't help sighing.