Chapter 490 Mutual Aid and Rescue Association
While Zhang Hui was in action, the blood samples collected had also been sent back to the field investigation office.
Lu Chuan, Yang Sen and others had completed the preparations as early as last night. Now, after purifying the blood samples, they can obtain the DNA identification information in a few hours by placing them in the instrument.
"It is estimated that it will be around three o'clock in the afternoon. The comparison must be completed before getting off work."
Liu Guodong reported the approximate time to Qin Yong, so that the leader had a base idea and went back to work. Went.
furniture factory.
"Officer Zhang?"
Sun Qigang had just changed his clothes, put on a gas mask, and was about to start work, when he was called into the office by the person in charge.
Seeing that the person waiting for him was Zhang Hui, Sun Qigang was stunned, but he quickly adjusted his mood.
"Officer Zhang, you are busy. If you need anything, call me anytime."
The person in charge greeted Zhang Hui politely, and then looked at Sun Qigang seriously: "Old Sun, the two police comrades have something to ask you, so you must cooperate well."
Sun Qigang just nodded. Head, the other party went out.
"Officer Zhang, what are you..."
Sun Qigang had just returned from taking blood samples from the rental house, but he did not expect that the other party would follow him to his place of work.
“Don’t be nervous, we still want to learn more about the situation on the night of the incident.”
Sun Qigang said oh and took off his thread gloves: "I went back late that night because I was tired from my job, so I went to bed early. I really didn't hear anything at night."
"I'll go back Many neighbors saw it. If you don’t believe me, you can ask them.”
Zhang Huiyao looked at Sun Qigang with an inquiring look.
What Sun Qigang answered now was exactly the same as what he said during the investigation and visit three days ago.
What a coincidence?
Is it a habit or a personal habit?
"Sun Qigang, when we were collecting blood just now, your son said that he heard a faint cry for help in the middle of the night..."
"Ahem, Officer Zhang, the kid knows something, he might It was a dream. Sleeping Mao was stunned. Nothing happened at that time, and we didn’t hear anything.”
Zhang Hui obviously didn’t believe what Sun Qigang said.
"Sun Qigang, your child is seven years old and in second grade, right?"
"A second-grade child... is not too young."
"I..."
"Sun Qigang, don't deny it in a hurry. Let me ask you something, what will mutual aid be like? What’s going on?”
Huh?
Sun Qigang's face changed wildly when he heard Zhang Hui say the three words "mutual aid association".
"You! You know so much about the mutual aid association?!"
"What, why can't I know about the mutual aid association?"
"But..."
"Sun Qigang, you know how to cover up Murder, what kind of crime is it?”
“I...”
Sun Qigang's face was no longer as ugly as there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
“The crime of covering up intentional homicide is a very serious crime. Those who intentionally cover up intentional homicide shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years and not more than ten years!”
“Not only that, the crime of covering up is a criminal offense. It is a kind of crime. If you commit a crime, your direct children will not be able to apply for many jobs when they are looking for a job in the future. "
"Can you understand what I say? "
“For example, your 7-year-old son will not be able to register for the police academy, he will not be able to be a soldier, and he may not even be able to hold any public job.”
"So, Sun Qigang, I hope you will think clearly before answering my question."
"I..." Sun Qigang was restless in his chair, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. beads.
“I...I said...”
During the investigation and interview on the first day, Zhang Hui had learned about some of Sun Qigang’s family background.
Sun Qigang works in a furniture workshop, and the salary is actually not low, but working as a painter is very harmful to the body.
Generally speaking, this work can only be done in the prime of life. Over time, it can easily lead to lung cancer or leukemia and other diseases.
Sun Qigang has been working in this industry for so many years, and of course he knows that painters are very harmful to the body.
But why do you still do this business? In the final analysis, it is to make more money, and for whom?
For my son, of course.
Sun Qigang's son studies better, and Sun Qigang enrolled him in many extracurricular tutoring classes.
The tuition for a piano class costs thirty to forty thousand yuan a year, so Sun Qigang must make more money, work early and stay late, to make money for his son.
So, when Zhang Hui said that his crime affected his son, Sun Qigang's inner defense collapsed.
"The mutual aid association is actually a mutual aid organization in our building."
Sun Qigang talked about the origin of the mutual aid association, and Zhang Hui motioned to the assistant next to him to record and videotape.
"Most of the people living in this building are migrant workers, and their family conditions are generally not very good. If a family has a sick child, they may not be able to support themselves."
Hospital...
Zhang Hui knows that no matter how much money ordinary people make, a serious illness will not explain anything.
With savings of hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, you can do anything in a few days, and you may even be saddled with huge debts.
In the end, people can’t be kept.
Not to mention ordinary migrant workers like Zhang Hui, once they get seriously ill, there is nothing they can do and they basically lose everything.
In that place, bad people are cured, but the poor are never cured.
“The mutual aid club was developed by the landlord’s organization. When we lived there, as long as we joined the mutual aid club, we didn’t have to pay rent.”
“But we had to participate in the landlord’s organization every week. The conference..."
Sun Qigang explained the entire inside story of the mutual aid association.
At the beginning, the mutual aid club was a public welfare mutual aid and rescue club organized for everyone to stay together and keep each other warm. If someone's family had something to do, others would help.
But there is a probability of getting sick. Most of the residents living in rental buildings are in their 30s and 40s, migrant workers with children, and generally do not have any major health problems. .
So since the establishment of the mutual aid association, it has not substantially helped anyone to overcome difficulties.
But the landlord actually gives these tenants a lot of benefits, because the mutual aid association is initiated by the landlord, so the first benefit is that the landlord reduces the rent for those who join the mutual aid association.
“We don’t pay rent, so we have a lot less expenses. We just participate in some activities organized by the landlord.”
"In fact, these activities were relatively normal at first, just reading some books, he read and we listened."
"Later, slowly, the landlord added some rituals to every activity."
"For example...sacrifice."
"Sacrifice?"
"Yes, it's a sacrifice. The landlord said that after we joined the mutual aid association, no one got sick. It was a blessing from the gods."
"But we can't ask helplessly, and we have to give feedback to the gods, so we need sacrifices."
"Then what sacrifices do you use?"
As Zhang Hui listened, he suddenly felt This mutual aid meeting is a bit unseemly.
Feudal superstition?
What do you mean, you think you are a shaman?
(End of this chapter)