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  Wang Wenjun was not the first time in the police station, but before that he had always been to the police station, this time he went to the criminal police team. After simple treatment of his wounds at the hospital, he was taken to the second brigade of the criminal police detachment of the branch bureau. The criminal police did not beat him or interrogate him, they just casually handcuffed him to the radiator and ignored him.

  No wonder, the criminal police team has so many important cases to deal with. This intentional injury case is clear and simple, there's nothing much to ask about, and the suspect is just a young rookie, it's better to let him cool off for a while before interrogating him again.

  Squatting in the corner of the wall, the events of the past two days replayed in Wang Wenjun's mind. That night, two good friends found themselves pouring out their troubles, and the three of them opened up over a few dishes and two bottles of beer at the night market. It turned out that Pihou and Mayi's arms were broken by Bei Xiaoshuai from Gaotu Slope, all because someone's bicycle had been stolen.

  After downing a few beers, Wang Wenjun's temper flared up and he immediately slammed the table, indicating that he wanted to help his brothers take revenge. The two brothers sighed and said that the other party was a real underworld boss, even Victory Brother didn't dare to mess with him, they were just peripheral thugs, how could they have the strength to challenge him, let's endure it.

  Wang Wenjun stopped talking, but in his heart he had already begun to plot. What's the difference between being a big brother or not? Everyone has two eyes and one mouth, and is also afraid of bricks and knives. Since Victory Brother won't take charge for the brothers, then I'll help the brothers vent their anger!

  He did everything with careful planning, first observing the pattern of Bei Xiaoshuai's actions, which was very simple. The old Bei had a grand setup, and it was easy to observe as long as one paid attention. He usually appeared at two places: Di Di Dao Dao and Yi Chong Wang Ba. As for the tool used to take action, Wang Wenjun had also arranged it. It was a military dagger that his father had collected from a household in the suburbs when he was cleaning up junk. The dagger was about 50 cm long, with a hooked handle and a rusty blade, which looked like an old knife.

  Wang Wenjun spent a whole night sharpening the rusty dagger, using an oilstone and clear water to grind it over and over again. The bayonet finally regained its luster, still sharp as ever, but because of severe rust, excessive grinding had smoothed out the blood grooves on the blade.

  The next night, Wang Wenjun took action. He didn't even change his clothes and directly went to the Yi Chong internet cafe with a dagger in hand. He went straight up to the second floor and saw Bei Xiaoshuai playing WOW with his back turned to him. He was so engrossed in the game that he didn't notice what was happening behind him. Wang Wenjun didn't hesitate, walked forward, pulled out the military dagger wrapped in newspaper from his pocket, and stabbed it into the back of the chair.

  The back of this chair is too thin and can't provide any protection. The bayonet is extremely sharp, and Wang Wenjun, who was overly tense, used too much force and directly stabbed Bei Xiaoshuai, with the tip of the knife piercing through the wooden desktop.

  Wang Wenjun was about to pull out the military dagger, but because of the blood clotting, the dagger was sucked into Bei Xiaoshuai's blood and couldn't be pulled out for a while. Wang Wenjun, who had already gotten what he wanted, didn't dare stay any longer and threw down the dagger and ran away. If he had managed to pull out the dagger at that time, perhaps Bei Xiaoshuai's life would not have been spared.

  Time, every minute and second passing by, Wang Wenjun's mind was filled with more and more thoughts. What if Bai Xiaoshuai was stabbed to death? He would definitely be sentenced to death. His parents had worked hard for a lifetime to raise him, only to end up as a white-haired person sending off a black-haired one. From then on, he would spend his days crying, staring at his own memorial portrait in the hut by the river fork, and thinking of this, the young man's heart was filled with anguish.

  At noon, a pretty female police officer walked over and handed him a boxed lunch. Wang Wenjun didn't eat it, and the police officer didn't care about him either, continuing to chat and laugh with others nearby.

  By two o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Wenjun's legs were numb from squatting. The criminal police finally interrogated him. A slightly older male policeman and the young, beautiful but icy female policeman from earlier sat behind the interrogation desk together. The male policeman was in charge of the interrogation, while the female policeman took notes.

  The interrogation process was simple, with evidence of armed murder and eyewitness testimony. The suspect also confessed without hesitation. It was merely a matter of confirming the details of the incident and understanding the motive behind the crime. After a short while, the interrogation was over, and Wang Wenjun signed his name and fingerprint on the transcript before being taken away to a detention center.

  When they arrived at the Taolin Detention Center, it was already dinner time. Wang Wenjun was assigned to the violent offender's cell because he had committed intentional homicide. Of course, this was no longer the era of Four Joys being in charge; a new cell leader had taken over. Wang Wenjun went through the process that any newcomer would have to endure: sleeping on the lower bunk near the toilet, eating only after others had finished, and even needing permission from the cell leader to use the toilet. It was utterly miserable.

  Wang Wenjun was an extremely stubborn young man who would rather die than be humiliated, so he had a conflict with the prison head that night. Although he was young and strong, he didn't have Liu Ziguang's terrifying strength after all, and was beaten by the prisoners until he vomited blood. Fortunately, the officer discovered the situation in time and took him out to lock him up in a small cell.

  In the cramped and uncomfortable small cell, Wang Wenjun finally shed tears of regret. The young man's heart was filled with extreme conflict, wanting to end it all, but thinking of his parents' expectant eyes, he couldn't bear to die. He spent the most unbearable night in eighteen years, tossing and turning in the small cell with handcuffs on.

  The next day, when he returned to the cabin, the prisoners unexpectedly did not make things difficult for him. Several old-timers even came over and asked him: "I heard you turned over Little Bei from Gaotupo?"

  The young man nodded firmly and said stubbornly: "Yes, I did it."

  The old prisoner didn't say anything, looked at him twice and then turned back and left.

  From then on, no one dared to provoke him again.

  ……

  Municipal hospital, surgical ward, Bei Xiaoshuai was bandaged like a zombie lying on the bed, with various tubes and wires connected to his body for ECG oxygen pulse monitoring, looking like a critically ill patient on the verge of death.

  The students of Class 5, Grade 1, led by Teacher Liu, came to visit their senior Bei Xiaoshuai. A group of students tiptoed into the ward, took a look at the patient lying in bed half-dead, put down the bouquet in their hands, bowed slightly, and left without saying anything. Then another wave came, and before long, the bedside of Bei Xiaoshuai was piled up with bouquets. Bei Xiaoshuai was practically lying amidst a sea of flowers, all that was missing was a party flag and a crystal coffin.

  The students, with solemn expressions, finished visiting the patient and gathered in the hospital parking lot to talk. Yuan Wei, Deng Yifan, and a few others sadly told their classmates about Beida's injury, how he was stabbed by someone and nailed to his computer desk, how he was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, and how they investigated all night to finally find the real culprit. The students who had not personally experienced it were shocked and amazed, one by one, with their eyes wide open in astonishment.

  The mixed society is really not as bright as imagined, while being prestigious in front of people, there is also the risk of being nailed to the table at any time, this is the true life of a big brother in the rivers and lakes.

  "That young punk who attacked the old man has been caught by the police, he might even be executed, and he's only eighteen years old..." Yuan Wei shook his head and sighed, like a wise elder who had seen it all.

  Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent, the air seemed to have solidified. At just eighteen years old, only three years older than these third-year junior high school students, still a child by their parents' side, yet about to be executed with extreme punishment. The shock this living case brought to everyone can be imagined.

  Liu Ziguang stood on the balcony of the inpatient department building, gazing at the group of students, and smiled faintly. He extinguished his cigarette butt and returned to the ward, where Bei Xiaoshuai was struggling to tear off the bandages on his body, complaining: "Brother, if you want to educate students, don't use me as a negative example, I'm a seriously injured patient."

  Liu Ziguang said, "You're also saying that the entire school's atmosphere was ruined by you. Now I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself, but you're still mumbling and complaining. Just lie there and don't move, later another group of second-year students will come for a visit."

  Bai Xiaoshuai wanted to cry but had no tears: "Heavens...!"

  ……

  Gaotupo Zhongyitang Lao Da, Liu Ziguang's right-hand man, Bei Xiaoshuai, the idol of the boys at Subei Middle School, was stabbed to the computer desk by a nameless vocational school student with a bayonet and almost lost his life. The news spread like wildfire in the school, with various versions of rumors being told in vivid detail. For these 15-16 year old boys, they had a new understanding of the Jianghu world. With the strict teachings of their counselor Liu Laoshi, their wild and rebellious hearts gradually calmed down.

  In the past, students playing truant, being late and not following school rules were common occurrences. Beating up classmates and scolding teachers were also nothing out of the ordinary. As for smoking and having romantic relationships, these things would happen as soon as they stepped out of the school gate. Now, however, things have greatly improved. First of all, no one dares to smoke in school anymore. Liu Ziguang's method was really too severe. Those few students he punished can't even stand the smell of smoke now, let alone dare to try smoking again.

  In the past, students dared to disobey teachers because they had a powerful brother backing them up. Now it's different, those brothers are all under the teacher's control. Where can you reason with this? Students have nowhere to hide and can only study hard.

  Liu Ziguang, although only a part-time instructor and substitute teacher, was very strict. He spent his days patrolling the school, correcting any misbehavior on the spot without giving anyone any face. With such a powerful figure presiding over it, the atmosphere at Zi Di Middle School was corrected at an unexpectedly rapid pace. Principal Wang, Director Tan, and all the teachers looked on with joy in their hearts.

  Actually, the Mechanical Vocational High School was also jointly established with Chen Guang Machinery Factory at the beginning. It opened several practical majors such as mechanical manufacturing, electromechanics, electrical and electronic engineering, etc. Later, when the factory went bankrupt, the school changed its majors to finance and accounting, computer science, logistics management, economic management and other fashionable majors. It also opened a junior college program. In short, it is a profit-oriented school that does whatever it takes to make money. However, people still call it Mechanical Vocational High School by its old name.

  Seeing the rapid change in the atmosphere of Zidi Middle School, the principal of a vocational school plagued by poor campus atmosphere sent a letter to Principal Wang of Zidi Middle School for help. Principal Wang didn't want to make a decision on his own and sought Liu Ziguo's opinion.

  Liu Ziguang is not a kind old man, either. He has an obligation and responsibility to help his junior brothers and sisters at his alma mater, Subei Middle School, get on the right path, but he has nothing to do with Mechanical Vocational High School, so he immediately refused, saying he was busy.

  But then I thought again, conquering the mechanical department of vocational high school has always been Beixiao's dream, why not take this opportunity to give a gift to the injured little brother as an elder brother.

  Liu Ziguang immediately called Principal Wang and said that he could consider it, but couldn't do it for free. Principal Wang said that the mechanical vocational school was quite profitable, much more so than a nine-year compulsory education school like Subei Middle School, and offering him a monthly salary of two or three thousand yuan would be no problem, as long as he occasionally went to provide guidance. He then repeatedly exhorted Liu Ziguang with kind words, essentially saying that it was worth suffering for the sake of the young people's future.

  Liu Ziguang readily agreed and went back to the hospital to tell Bei Xiaoshuai, who was so excited that he almost jumped out of bed:

  "That's great! This is what I have been longing for many years, Guang Ge, you helped me achieve it!"