Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

People from the Provincial Public Security Department were preparing to come to Xi County, while Yang Rui sent Shi Gui to Pingjiang to ask him to inquire about Zhang Boming at Hedong University and the provincial government high school.

The so-called confidant knows the enemy, and there is no one under Zhang Boming, so he can only come to Xi County to inquire about the news by himself, and he gets stuck. Yang Rui learned the lesson and asked Shi Gui to help out.

By relying on Yang Rui, Shi Gui made thousands of yuan in a short time, and let him run away to learn the news. Even if the business was delayed, there would be no complaints. On the other hand, Shi Gui, who has been selling pirated books, also knows how to respond to inquiries, seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and set up two stalls at Hedong University and the provincial government middle school, which can be regarded as hiding his identity.

After the call, Yang Rui turned around and returned to the credit union, and directly asked Zhang Boming for questioning.

Zhang Boming was detained for a long time, and everyone was mad, and he felt a little more frightened. He kept asking Yang Rui: "What is the note you stuffed in my notebook?"

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

"In that notebook, I always only write poems and nothing else. Many people know that you don't want to frame me."

"How did you know that I framed you?"

"Don't frame me, what do you do with a note." Zhang Boming said twice, expressing his disbelief, and said: "I know what you think."

"What do you want?" Yang Rui didn't understand the interrogation skills, and didn't pursue that. He just kept in mind that he didn't leak the news on his side, and the amount of news he got was counted.

Zhang Boming is at a disadvantage. He doesn’t want to think so much. Instead, he wants to deceive Yang Rui: "You stuffed inappropriate poems in my notebook. Let me tell you, your set is not enough. I checked it. People are not stupid. If you don’t say that the handwriting is the same or different, you can talk about poetry. If you don’t compose a poem, you can say that it was written by me. Poems have a poetic style. You can’t learn the style of my Zhang Boming’s poetry."

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

"This is not arrogance, but self-confidence. You ask in Pingjiang, can you write my Zhang Boming's poems?" Zhang Boming was frustrated and couldn't help adding another sentence: "Don't look at you, Yang Rui Pre-exam first. Except for exams, I guess you don’t know anything. You will learn, just like a machine..."

He added an accent to the two words pre-test.

Yang Rui said dismissively: "You mean high scores but low energy."

"It's good if you know it yourself." Zhang Boming felt that it could hit Yang Rui, and even said: "Don't look at your exams now. Your conditions are good. When I took the college entrance examination, I didn't even have time to review. Wait. When you arrive at university, you will understand. Now that the score is high, it is useless."

Yang Rui doesn't care about being said to have high scores and low energy. To be scolded like this, you must first have high scores. It's like being scolded as "It's great to have money." If you change your thinking, you can be regarded as completing an achievement.

Yang Rui continued: "So, you think you are quite capable, what are you good at? If you don't know poetry, right?"

Zhang Boming refused to admit defeat, and said in a disdainful tone: "Play the piano, play the erhu, play the harmonica, paint oil paintings, jump the national standard..."

His mother as a diplomat has a wide range of interests and cultivated Zhang Boming’s basic music and drawing skills. After he went to university, the domestic political environment was relaxed, and Zhang Boming’s surging interest was out of control in the school, even if his level was far away. Children who have not been trained since childhood, in the 1980s Chinese campuses, also existed like a unique school grass.

When Yang Rui turned his head, he could guess the treatment of Zhang Boming, who can play the piano, dance and paint, in school. He couldn't help but laughed and said, "To learn oil painting, you must learn the human body. Have you ever painted nudes?"

"Whoever said that oil painting must be painted nude." Zhang Boming was a little flustered, and immediately smiled: "If you want to use this excuse to trick me, I advise you not to waste it. First, I only paint landscapes, second , My paintings are given away..."

"Xiao Zhang, stop talking, silence is golden." Lan Guoqing had to interrupt Zhang Boming. 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 anyway. It is not good to say too much. In case of committing a hooligan crime, whether the sentence is heavy or not, first of all, it is not good. Lan Guoqing, who came with him, is also easily implicated.

When reminded, Zhang Boming calmed down, sneered twice, and closed his mouth.

Yang Rui also sneered twice and stood up and said, "Brother Li, please change Zhang Boming's room. Two people stay in the office, which is very boring."

Brother Li is a monk, and said with a smile: "Just call me Old Li, don't call me Brother Li."

"You are my cousin's colleague, I should call Li Ge." Yang Rui said politely, and said: "Let's find two more people, the access control is stricter, and there is a replacement."

"Okay, I'll call two people up again." The monk called downstairs twice as he said, and then called two policemen up.

Duan Hang has been working since he was in the county criminal police squad. He has been a small soldier all the way to the captain. In addition to the help of the family, he also has his own skills and has brought a group of people to unite by his side. The monk and others were chosen by him to help, they were all people Duan Hang could trust.

Zhang Boming was pulled out of the room, and Lan Guoqing was separated by someone and reminded: "Don't talk nonsense, don't talk if you have nothing to do."

"You are arresting people..." Zhang Boming also shouted, before finishing speaking, he was punched on the stomach by the monk again, his painful face turned blue, and he kept retching.

The monk had no sympathy, pulled his hair and arms, and threw it in the storage room next door, and threatened: "If you call again, you will have a taste of the master's 18 martial arts."

Zhang Boming was so painful that he couldn't speak, so he stared at the monk fiercely.

The monk screamed, stepped into the room, raised a big slap with a big fan, and prepared to give Zhang Boming a look.

Zhang Boming clutched his stomach, closed his eyes, and prepared to take it straight.

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

The bodies of Zhang Boming and others started to tremble. He didn't feel the slap, opened his eyes again, and sneered: "Why, dare you not?"

"Your kid is very clever." The monk smiled: "You want me to make a mark on your face and keep evidence. Master teaches you a good one."

After finishing speaking, the monk circled his fists, lifted Zhang Boming, and gave him two fists in the kidneys banging. The heart-wrenching pain made Zhang Boming roll.

The monk looked around, took a stack of old reports from the shelf, put it into a rag bag, pressed it on Zhang Boming's chest, and threw his fist happily.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

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

The monk’s techniques were all trained in beating people. The little rascals on the street, or the big gangsters in the county town, saw the police walking around because the police beat them harder than themselves. Otherwise, they would be in a labor camp for half a year. , For them, it's the same as recuperating, not afraid at all.

Where did Zhang Boming “enjoy” this kind of treatment. In front of the monk who seriously beats others, his internal organs seemed to be twisted, chopped, and twisted again, almost unable to perform normal functions. So much so that I couldn't scream, and I didn't even cry.

Yang Rui passed the door and glanced at it, not feeling pity.

Zhang Boming is here to make trouble for him. If he succeeds, it may be Yang Rui who enjoys such treatment.

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

Zhang Boming was sturdyly beaten for five minutes. The monk took a sip of the water in the big tea jar and stopped saying: "This is a warm-up. If you ask for trouble, it won't be so easy, understand?"

Zhang Boming stood up limping, without saying a word.

The monk gave a grin, put down the big tea mug "bang", and said, "You kid, all right, I'll teach you the rules."

He turned around and opened the door, shouting downstairs: "Sheep's head, come up."

Turning his head, the monk smiled at Zhang Boming again, and said: "Sheep's head is our team's best play. Murderers can teach the rules and let him know that death is easier than life. I think you can last a few minutes."

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

The monk pouted his lips and said, "Your father is great, and he has the ability to send me to the township police station."

Nowadays, it is quite difficult to expel a public official. Transfer and assignment is the most serious way to deal with it. Zhang Shengqi is not the direct leader of the Public Security Bureau. The more a small soldier is, the more difficult it is to deal with.

The criminal police squad are all old ruffians and Duan Hang's iron buddies, and they are not afraid of Zhang Boming's hidden threat. Over the years, it has not been one or two that have offended senior cadres. Some of the young people who kicked the old cadres in the cowshed back then were still serving as officials. The monks only cared about the place in Xi County, and at most they would look at them. In the direction of the Nanhu area, respect to the senior officials of the provincial capital is respectful, but fear is not necessarily true.

Sheep Head was a young man with a pointed head, with a smile on his mouth, a little thin, and he came upstairs. Without a word, he gave Zhang Boming a fat beating first.

His technique is better than that of the monk. After a few strokes, Zhang Boming's lips turned blue and his eyes straightened, but the sheep's head just glanced at it and said "It's okay" and continued to beat.

After the fight, 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 and hold them on your chest, with an enamel tank on your head, the enamel tank will fall, or the water will overflow. , You get beaten, understand?"

"Understood." Zhang Boming didn't want to be beaten anymore, it hurts too much.

Therefore, under the command of the sheep's head, Zhang Boming raised his arms to both sides, with the enamel cylinder on his head, he did not dare to move.

This posture looks simple, but it is difficult for ordinary people to maintain, especially the neck can't move, and soon it becomes sore and uncontrollable.

Zhang Boming quietly twisted his neck twice ~www.NovelMTL.com~ With a soft sound, the enamel tank fell to the floor.

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

"What does this mean?" Zhang Boming asked in a low voice.

The sheep's head smiled and said, "This is the rule."

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

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

Zhang Boming was obedient at the station, and Yang Rui contacted Shi Gui as quickly as possible, saying: "Your investigation has changed a direction. You can ask what activities Zhang Boming has organized in recent years. You should remember as much as possible. The time of the event, the people involved, and the content of the event, count as much."

Shi Gui wondered: "What is this investigation for? Zhang Boming belongs to the student union. He organizes activities often."

"Zhang Boming likes literature, he can play the piano and dance. I don't believe that he does not organize dances and parties." Yang Rui's voice was unspeakably cold, and said: "Organizing a dance will make contact with female students. Shuai, it’s hard to say a girl who didn’t give her a hug. In short, you first investigate the information about the activity, and I will ask Yu Feng to go back to help you ask people. By the way, Zhang Boming said that all his paintings are given to people. It’s just for female classmates, you can ask."

Shi Gui still didn't understand, and said, "What about the dance, even if he organizes and participates, what can he do?"

"What can be done depends on which step he takes." Yang Rui can't remember the month of the crackdown, but it must be 1983, that is, this year.

As long as Zhang Boming's handle on this aspect is held, once the crackdown begins, Lao Tzu will not dare to act rashly no matter how severe it is.

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