Global Film Emperor

Chapter 307 "Finding You" 6
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"Speak! Have you seen this child before? In Zhoukou! He was only three years old at the time, did you see him?"

"I"

"Li Fengxiang, don't push your luck! You came in and you've been asking for this and that, and you say you're cooperating with our work. Is this your attitude towards cooperating? I'm warning you, if you tell us and cooperate with the investigation, you might get lenient treatment. Otherwise, you've abducted more than sixty children, committed child trafficking, intentional injury, and illegal imprisonment. With so many serious crimes, you're facing the death penalty without a doubt, you know that!"

The old woman remained silent for a while, then picked up her water glass with her handcuffed hands, took a sip, lowered her head, glanced at the policeman, and finally gritted her teeth.

"I remember picking up this child from the kindergarten gate."

"Fuck your mother! I'll kill you!"

Upon hearing the old lady admit that she was the one who took Shuangxi away, Wang Jian immediately exploded. With red eyes, he tried to rush into the interrogation room, but was quickly stopped by Xiao Zhao and three or five policemen who kept comforting him.

Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, the police breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the old lady had told the truth, and continued to ask her questions.

"Where is this child now? Did you sell him? He's not even four years old, a bit too old, so he should be able to be sold, right?"

"No. He's still a bit too old, not easy to sell, and too young to beg. We contacted many families, but none wanted him, so..."

"Just what?"

"He was beaten to death by my old man and buried."

The room where Wang Jian and the others were was completely silent. Wang Jian felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body was ice cold, and he was no longer as agitated as before. He stood there blankly, and Xiao Zhao and the other policemen quietly let go of his hand and turned to the side, unable to bear to look at him.

"Holy crap! The child was just beaten to death like that?"

The previously quiet meeting room was suddenly filled with an incredulous muttering. The voice wasn't loud, but it was quite clear in the quiet room.

This is a question on many people's minds. Many people know the background of this movie and thought it would be a happy ending where the child is found, but now you're saying the child was beaten to death? Are you kidding me?
Actually, not many people shed tears by now, but the evil of human nature revealed in the film made all the viewers feel their hair stand on end and found it hard to accept.

The purpose of this film is not to make people cry, but rather, like an educational film, it addresses serious and weighty topics to offer some insights.

Lu Ze turned around and glanced back. The audience's attentive expressions were commendable. As for how much they would remember and whether they would be willing to offer help in similar situations in the future, that remained to be seen.

But Lu Ze believed that even if things didn't go well after watching this movie, it would definitely have some effect.

The authenticity of the incident is still pending verification. The police asked the elderly woman where the child's body was buried and are preparing to take her to the scene of the incident for identification.

Wang Jian and Xiao Zhao were taken out of the police station by the police and were wandering aimlessly through the streets late at night.

"Beep beep beep! Are you looking for death?!"

"I'm sorry, my friend ran into some trouble. I'm sorry, brother."

Wang Jian has reached the point where he won't even dodge a car. He doesn't apologize or yell back when a driver yells at him; his pupils are unfocused, and he needs Xiao Zhao to apologize for him.

Sadness was indeed the main theme for Wang Jian tonight. He was no longer angry; the fire of anger in his mind had been extinguished by the fact that Shuangxi was dead. He had become a walking corpse, no longer clear about the purpose of living.

He hoped Shuangxi was alive, even if it was just to let him know that Shuangxi was still alive; whether they could meet again in the future was no longer important.

Now, all he feels is guilt towards Shuangxi and regret that will affect the rest of his life. He still clearly remembers Shuangxi standing in the teacher's office, her right foot stepping on her left toes, not wanting to expose her embarrassing predicament, and when he entered the office, he looked into Shuangxi's helpless eyes.

If Shuangxi had been dressed up nicely, he wouldn't have fought with the other kids, and this wouldn't have happened? So, from the beginning, he was the one who was wrong? Wang Jian didn't know either. He just had the urge to jump into a river while crossing it, and he did it. To Xiao Zhao's shocked expression, he rushed to the riverbank, but he really couldn't outrun Xiao Zhao.

"Brother Wang, what are you doing! Get down here right now! Don't be like this. I know you're upset, but the matter hasn't been confirmed yet, has it? The child's body hasn't been found, how can you prove that Shuangxi is the one who died?"

“She recognized Shuangxi, how could she be wrong? Xiao Zhao, let go, I really don’t want to live anymore. I’ve thought about it seriously. Rather than living without a goal, I can at least go down to the afterlife to be with Shuangxi.”

"A person can't just pursue one goal! Besides, aren't you setting me up? What am I supposed to do if you jump into the river and die? It's illegal to stand by and watch someone die! You can't just set me up because you want to die for a moment, Wang Jian! I've helped you a lot over the years, haven't I? I even skipped a business trip in the middle of the night and stood for 27 hours straight, my legs are swollen like clubs. I didn't come to Sichuan with you to watch you try to kill yourself! Get down here!"

He picked Wang Jian up by the waist and threw him to the ground. Xiao Zhao took a breath, took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with his clothes, and put them back on. He looked at Wang Jian, who was so angry that he didn't say a word. He sympathized with Wang Jian and understood his current state of mind, but he couldn't accept that Wang Jian would die right under his nose.

The two remained silent, and the screen gradually turned black.

Wang Jian's story of searching for his son was discovered by the media and published in newspapers, bringing him considerable fame in Sichuan and Hebei provinces and serving as a great reminder to the newlywed couple.

But this had nothing to do with Wang Jian anymore. He and Xiao Zhao returned to their hometown, waiting for the child's body to be dug up and compared with Shuangxi's photo.

Wang Jian, on the other hand, became increasingly silent. Even though many people knew about his deeds and came specifically to patronize his business, he remained numb and no longer showed a smile.

Liu Changmin was at a loss. He didn't understand Wang Jian's pain, but he could at least sympathize. He threw the money on the table, grabbed a bottle of drink, and returned to the waiting room without talking to Wang Jian, leaving him to have some peace and quiet.

"Didi didi didi."

The old-fashioned telephone rang; it was still a Nokia with a green screen. After seeing an unfamiliar caller ID, I answered the call.

"Are you Wang Jian?"

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone. Wang Jian wasn't surprised that a woman would call him, nor was he particularly interested, so he responded in a low voice.

"Um"

“I know where your son is.”

"My son is dead."

What if I said he wasn't dead?

"How much money do you want? I have no money left. Use the rest to buy a grave for my son. Go and scam other people."

"Your son has a mole right in the center of the back of his neck? He also has two on his chest, both on the left side, and a scar on his knee, the kind that's very uneven. I've seen your son. He's not dead; he was sold. I don't want any money; I'm just doing a good deed."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian suddenly paused for a moment, then excitedly picked up a pen, found some newspapers, and prepared to record every important word she said. The woman's description matched Shuangxi perfectly. Wang Jian, who had passively accepted Shuangxi's death, suddenly felt alive again.

"Where is he? Where did you meet him?"

"It's hard to explain over the phone. Come to Zhengzhou and find me. I live at No. 351, XX Street, XX District. It's a single-story house. I'll be waiting for you."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Jian immediately started packing his things, bought a ticket for the earliest train, and boarded the train to Zhengzhou.

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(End of this chapter)