Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

Zhang Hui looked in the direction of the sound and saw three tables behind him.

A boy in his early twenties, with a mixture of bean sprouts, kelp shreds and rice noodles on his head, stood up suddenly, with some soup flowing down his hair.

In front of him, a girl who looked like she was still in school, replied confidently, "I'm going to dunk on you!"

"You cat abuser! Do you think I can't recognize you? I'm telling you, even if you turn into ashes, I'll still recognize your face!"

The boy was puzzled and asked, "What did you say? When did I abuse a cat? Do you have any evidence?"

The girl said angrily: "Of course I have evidence! Wait!" and took out her cell phone.

She turned on the video and got in front of him so that the boy could see it clearly.

In the video, a boy is holding a pair of pliers. Ignoring the orange cat's fear, he slowly begins to pull out the cat's claws one by one.

It can be seen that he had no idea that he was being secretly filmed. From the angle of the video, it seemed to be filmed from upstairs.

The cat's shrill screams were like beautiful music to him. He was addicted to it and even nodded repeatedly, as if praising his own skills.

The boy in front of her looks exactly like the boy in the video, and it is obvious that the girl did not lie.

The crowds of onlookers who were watching the fun immediately became excited.

"I really didn't expect that such a sunny and cheerful boy would be such a person in private!"

"Tsk tsk, you really can't judge a person by his appearance!"

"Alas, the world is becoming more corrupt and people's hearts are hard to predict!"

The boy's face changed, and he tried to explain: "That's not me! You got the wrong person. Are you girls so arbitrary?"

"A few days ago, I heard that a boy just said cat shit stinks, and a girl deducted a meal from him."

"Today, I finally got to see the truth, but you decided that I was a scumbag who abused cats just because of a video that I don't know if it's real or not!"

"You guys are all sick! Seriously! I suggest you go to the hospital for a checkup!"

The boy became angrier and angrier as he spoke. He tore off a few pieces of tissues and wiped his face roughly. After successfully scanning the code to pay the store, he wanted to leave.

The girl, supported by the crowd, took a step forward and blocked the boy's way out: "Don't leave! Apologize!"

The boy looked at her in disbelief. He pointed at himself and then at the girl: "You want me, the victim, to apologize to you?"

"No, you should record a video, apologize to the cat, and promise not to abuse it again!" the girl corrected him.

The boy was so angry. Why should he apologize for the guy in the video who looked like him?

Seeing that things were about to get out of control, Zhang Hui sent a message to Zhao Zewei, asking him to take a few quick steps and urgently stop the girl from taking the next step.

"I'm a policeman, please listen to me." The boy quickly asked Zhang Hui for help: "Comrade policeman, you're just in time."

"This girl is unreasonable. She stopped me and said some inexplicable things. She also accused me of doing something immoral. Now she is stopping me and won't let me leave."

Zhang Hui nodded to show that he understood, and then asked the girl: "What's your name? Which school are you from?"

The girl pouted and answered reluctantly: "My name is Du Xiaoya, and I'm a sophomore at the Normal College."

"Where did the video come from?" Zhang Hui continued to ask.

"I got it from the D sound last night."

“Can you contact the person who posted the video?”

The girl hesitated and took out her cell phone, trying to contact the blogger who took the video.

When the onlookers around saw the police intervene, they returned to their state of being diners and quietly waited for the next big news.

The owner, who was about to come out to stop it, breathed a sigh of relief and went back into the kitchen to get busy.

Ten minutes later, Du Xiaoya contacted the video blogger. After the blogger learned the whole story, he immediately expressed his willingness to come and testify.

She proudly shook her phone at the boy, indicating that she was not lying and he was just a scumbag!

The boy snorted coldly and calmly said to Zhang Hui: "Comrade police, my name is Li Chen, and I am a junior student at the School of Art. Please believe me, I really have never done such a thing."

"Besides, the people in the video are obviously in their own home."

"I am not a local and have always lived on campus. You can look at the time and address when the video was posted, and then ask my roommates whether I was in the dormitory at that time."

Zhang Hui looked at the boy with praise. It seemed that the child finally realized what was going on and began to refute with reason and evidence.

Of course she knew who was who at a glance. What was strange to Zhang Hui was that Li Chen and the boy in the video were obviously related by blood. The red line between their eyebrows was entangled as one and shot into the distance.

These are twins, but how could Li Chen not recognize his twin brother? Could it be that he didn't even know that he had a brother?

At the door of the shop, a welcome was given and everyone looked at the person who came in. It was a boy who was a few years older than Du Xiaoya and Li Chen.

He scratched his head and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, who contacted me just now?"

Du Xiaoya was already filled with rage. She was clearly standing up for the cute cat, but the boy refused to admit it. What evidence was the police going to find for him?

"It's me!" Du Xiaoya saw him finally arrived and stared at him eagerly, asking him to quickly take out the original video so that she could slap him in the face.

The blogger shrugged, took out his mobile phone and showed the video he had shot.

"Please send the video to me." Zhang Hui said politely and asked him for the address where the video was shot.

The blogger responded one by one and offered to take them there.

After the video was broadcast, Zhang Hui looked at the sky outside, politely rejected his suggestion, and asked him to be careful when he went back.

She said to the two people who were fighting like cocks, "It's getting late. You should go back to school. I'll come find you tomorrow. Write down your phone number."

Du Xiaoya pouted indignantly, wrote down the number and left.

Li Chen left his number and was about to leave, but Zhang Hui stopped him, "Wait a moment."

Li Chen asked curiously: "Do you have anything else to do?"

Zhang Hui waved across the street: "My colleague and I will go with you."

Zhao Zewei ran over excitedly as if he had found his organization: "Where are you going?"

Zhang Hui pointed at Li Chen and said, "Go to his dormitory!"

Li Chen was stunned: It turned out that the police comrades were planning to raid his dormitory, fearing that he would go back and give false testimony.

"Okay!" Zhao Zewei asked Li Chen how he got here, and Li Chen said he took the bus.

So the three of them got into the car driven by Zhao Zewei and drove to the Art College.

The evening rush hour had passed and there were not many vehicles on the road, so we soon arrived at the Art College.

Li Chen led the way to the boys' dormitory. After the dormitory manager downstairs knew their identities, she readily let them pass.

Zhao Zewei turned on the law enforcement recorder. This small device clearly recorded the chaos in the boys' dormitory when the door was opened.

The bed rails became a clothes drying rack, with all kinds of clothes hanging on it. Pillows and summer quilts were piled up together in a haphazard manner. In the corner, smelly socks were piled up, emitting a terrible smell.

What’s even more suffocating is that the aroma of the steaming pickled cabbage mixed with it is simply disgusting.