Became a vicious male mother

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Many of the large stack of documents flew into the toilet and got wet from the water on the tiles, blurring the white paper surface with water stains.

Gu Xinglan was extremely anxious and hurriedly gathered up the papers on the ground.

The paper was written in Chinese characters, and the subheadings were very eye-catching, especially the bold and black "Transnational Human Body Trafficking," which was shocking.

Seeing this, the tidying up slowed down instantly.

Before he could see it clearly, the paper in his hand was snatched back by the person behind him with a "whoosh".

He quickly looked behind him.

The man moved with a gust of wind, emanating a chill that was even more effective at cooling than the air conditioning in the police station, making the surrounding air feel somewhat frozen. Gu Xinglan couldn't help but shiver.

It seems that this case is not simply about human trafficking and illegal imprisonment, but also involves transnational crime.

Even if he was very curious and wanted to know more, he had to withdraw his desire to explore at this moment.

Gu Xinglan sighed deeply, turned around, and walked heavily back to the police station lobby.

hall.

The sounds were chaotic, a cacophony of noises.

In the bustling crowd, he quickly met those narrow, slightly sinister eyes.

The man surnamed Zhou was being carried out by two police officers.

Behind him was a group of tattooed men.

"Where are they taking them?"

Gu Xinglan looked left and right and found the policewoman who had spoken to him before.

"Go back to the police station in Wushui to handle this. Don't worry, they will definitely give you justice."

“Is that so…” Gu Xinglan lowered her eyes.

This group of people seemed to know everything about the man surnamed Zhou, and they were unusually insistent that it was the man surnamed Zhou who had abducted him.

What does Zhou Shao do? And what is his relationship with the police?

There are too many mysteries, making it hard to understand. It's like watching a group of people walk through a maze from outside an amusement park; even an observer can hardly see clearly, so he has to put it aside now.

He slowly walked to the interrogation room, following the direction indicated by the policewoman.

Pale blue walls, pale blue door.

Once the door was closed, all outside sounds were blocked out, leaving only the soft sound of my own breathing in my ears; the tranquility was almost unsettling.

"Hello, I am the police officer in charge of your case. My surname is Lin, you can call me Officer Lin."

When Officer Lin smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits, making it difficult to discern the expression hidden within.

Gu Xinglan looked away, her movements somewhat restrained.

"Don't be nervous, let's chat like old friends." Officer Lin pulled out a chair opposite him, gesturing for him to sit down.

Your surname is Lin?

The auxiliary police officer said that the officer in charge of the case was surnamed Jiang.

"How about we have a drink to calm ourselves down?" the other person suggested.

Seeing Gu Xinglan drink the water, Officer Lin smiled and picked up a notebook: "How are you feeling? Don't you feel much more relaxed?"

"Mmm." Gu Xinglan pursed her lips, avoiding the other person's gaze.

"Okay, let's begin now. If you feel tired or don't want to continue, just let me know, okay?"

After Officer Lin finished speaking, he uncapped his pen and prepared to write it down on the paper: "First question, can you recall how you got from Wushui to Fusong?"

The question that came up was so tricky, at least for him.

Gu Xinglan appeared to be thinking.

It was almost a textbook example of recalling actions.

He tilted his head slightly, tapped his chin, and stared at a corner for a while before saying, "I'm a TV host. Just two days ago... I was laid off and lost my job. Coincidentally, I adopted a nine-year-old child. His biological mother is sick and needs money. I also just finished renovating my house, so my wallet is almost empty..."

He had said a lot of things, but hadn't gotten to the question the officer asked. However, the officer didn't interrupt him and remained attentive, listening attentively without showing any impatience.

They're not easily fooled.

Four words swirled in Gu Xinglan's mind, and he could only continue, "The child's mother needs money for medical treatment, but my wallet is empty, and I can hardly afford the rent. I originally wanted to borrow money to start a business to stabilize the situation before helping the child's mother get medical treatment, but unexpectedly, the child got lost and was sold by his biological father to work illegally in a slaughterhouse."

At this point, Gu Xinglan raised her voice and said, "How could I tolerate this! Taking advantage of a child's kindness... I wanted to go directly to demand the child's return, but the slaughterhouse wouldn't let me in. I even wanted to call the police, but a young man named Li Jiang stopped me. The two of us discussed opening a shop to go deep into the slaughterhouse and rescue the child... As a result, the shop only lasted two days. When I went to the slaughterhouse to talk to them, I discovered that they were illegally forcing laborers there!"

Gu Xinglan spoke vividly, but still did not answer the police officer's question.

The person sitting opposite me changed their demeanor for a split second.

However, it wasn't impatience or restlessness, but rather a keen interest. The officer raised his eyebrows, his eyes slightly brightened, and he rested his hands on the table, facing him directly, as if he had many questions to ask.

"That won't do," he said. "As for how to get to Fusong, you'll have to ask that skinny old man. I drank some of his water and then I passed out. When I woke up, I was at a warehouse in Fusong, having traveled from Wushui. I escaped from the warehouse and met that man surnamed Zhou in the reeds."

After saying that, Gu Xinglan swallowed a mouthful of water from the table.

"Is this the old man you're talking about?" Officer Lin took out a photo from the folder.

“He is from South Asia and was sentenced to sixteen years in prison ten years ago for trafficking women and children.”

"Not only this old man, but there's another one, fat and loud, who runs a shop on the outskirts of Wushui." As Gu Xinglan said this, she couldn't help but think of the bowl of noodles that man had given her, and her expression immediately turned sour.

“He is a local from Wushui. He was previously sentenced to sixteen years in prison for burglary and assault.”

Officer Lin gave a reassuring look to the other side: "Don't worry, those two will be spending their retirement in prison this time, haha."

It really is... a cause for universal celebration.

Gu Xinglan nodded, somewhat embarrassed. Just as Officer Lin was about to ask the next question, he cast a pleading look at him: "Um... Officer Lin, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should."

"Say it, I'm listening."

Upon hearing this, he stammered, "I really have no other choice. I have a favor to ask; could you lend me two thousand yuan?"

After he finished speaking, the interrogation room fell into a deathly silence.

"Cough—" Officer Lin choked on the water he had just drunk and coughed repeatedly.

"I will definitely pay back the two thousand yuan! Are you a police officer from Wushui? If so, can I add your contact number?" Gu Xinglan said as she took out her phone, her face showing suppressed anxiety, which was about to burst out.

Just then, there were two knocks.

The door to the interrogation room was ajar.

"Xiaolin, are you done here?"

"Alright, alright!" Officer Lin stood up abruptly, wiping his face. "Mr. Gu's answer was very comprehensive; I've remembered it all."

"That's fine."

The policewoman outside came in and looked at the man in red: "Mr. Gu, may we move to the conference room?"

The arrival of the policewoman immediately broke the strange atmosphere in the interrogation room.

"What to do?"

Gu Xinglan smiled timidly and looked at the person standing by the door.

"Um, it's nothing, I just wanted you to verify the information."

Verify the information, don't ask questions.

"it is good."

He readily agreed.

As they left, they couldn't help but cast a regretful glance at Officer Lin.

Gu Xinglan's expressive eyes looked over, but from a distance, they only received a slightly stiff back view.

They left the interrogation room.

After walking for a while, the policewoman turned her head and asked with a smile, "Mr. Gu, are you hungry now?"

"I'm not hungry, I'm just a little nervous. Um, I hope I won't get arrested."

With an innocent and naive demeanor, Gu Xinglan put on a protective layer, holding her hands together and letting them hang down in front of her, fiddling with each other's fingers, as if she were very worried.