Chapter 67 Where in life do we not meet?

Chapter 67 Where in life do we not meet?

Hanshui City Hospital.

In a single ward.

Wang Qiang was lying on the hospital bed, fast asleep, with handcuffs on his wrists connected to the railings of the hospital bed.

The policeman who accompanied him looked at the examination report in his hand. Apart from some hidden injuries to his internal organs, there were no other problems. He sat in the ward for a while, listening to Wang Qiang's thunderous snoring, thinking that for a while he would be... I couldn't wake up, so I went outside to smoke.

Since Wang Qiang entered the police station, he originally thought about surrendering, but after experiencing the unfinished apartment downstairs, he changed his mind and refused to plead guilty. In order to get him to sign, the police station used various tricks to get him to sign. After being deprived of sleep, I finally couldn't hold it any longer and signed the confession.

As soon as the police left, Wang Qiang suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes. He glanced at the case sheet on the bedside table, reached out and took off the paper clip on it, straightened it, and inserted it into the keyhole of the handcuffs.

I read about a foreign country on the Internet, and there was a woman who had used this method to open handcuffs many times. I was curious and learned it for a while. Who would have thought that it was an unintentional move, but it actually came in handy.

Wang Qiang felt uneasy. He had only read the principle and had never practiced it. He didn't know if it would work or not. As he fiddled with the paper clip back and forth, he made a click and it was really opened for him.

Wang Qiang was so happy that he stood up with his exhausted body, walked to the window, and looked down. The ward was on the ninth floor of the hospital. Below was an alley with not many pedestrians. He gritted his teeth, opened the window, and turned over. Go out, step on the outer box of the air conditioner, and jump down layer by layer.

An old man sitting at the door in the alley saw Wang Qiang and was confused about the situation. He thought to himself, "What is this man doing?"

As the old man looked up, after a while, a group of people watching gathered around him.

"Huo, what are you doing?"

"Let's make a movie!"

"Making a movie is really life-threatening."

"No, where is the camera set up?"

Everyone held up their mobile phones, taking photos and videos, and watched Wang Qiang jump to the third floor. After his figure was blocked by the wall, everyone began to applaud.

"Which movie is this? This stuntman is really awesome. When it comes out, I must go to the cinema to see it."

Just when everyone was still wondering, Wang Qiang had already jumped to the first floor. Fortunately, there was no one below. He ran directly towards the back door of the hospital.

Along the way, he took the less crowded route and ran towards the outside of the city. He ran all the way to the Han River Bridge in the suburbs. He could no longer hold on. When he looked forward, he saw some collected things piled up in the bridge hole. There were empty water bottles and some cardboard, and there were quilts next to them. It was probably the scavengers who lived here again. He forced himself to go over and fell on the quilt, unable to hold himself up any longer. As soon as he fell down, he fell asleep.

The policeman who was smoking outside played a few games of Landlords on his mobile phone after finishing his cigarette. When he returned, he saw that the people in the ward had disappeared, the handcuffs had been opened and were hanging on the edge of the bed, and the window was open.

His scalp suddenly exploded, and he ran to the window and leaned out, but where could he find anyone?

Cold sweat began to flow down his face. He hurriedly dialed his cell phone, "No, director, the prisoner has escaped!"

Meng Changlin, disheveled and disheveled, walked to the edge of the river in rags. He held in his hands the cans and cardboard he had collected from the city today and walked tiredly towards the bridge opening.

He is forty-two years old this year. He was originally an extracurricular tutor. He lived frugally and worked hard for half his life. He finally took out all his savings, plus borrowed money from relatives and friends, and finally bought a house three years ago. Your own off-plan house.

Although everyone said that off-plan housing was risky, it was really cheap. I really couldn't afford it, so I thought it would be okay for such a big real estate group, so I bought it.

As a result, just when the house was about to be handed over, the real estate company declared bankruptcy and the house was only built to the level of a cement frame. A group of owners went to defend their rights and argued several times, but to no avail.

The real estate developer ran away, but he still had to repay his bank loan and the money he borrowed from relatives and friends. He worked harder and harder, thinking that he could pass this period and maybe there would be a turnaround later. .

When he came to the company one day, he was told by the front desk that the industry no longer existed and the company was dissolved!

This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue, which directly defeated this strong-minded man. When he saw that the severance pay was about to be spent, he came up with a plan to ask his wife to divorce him and return to his parents' house in the county town with their children, and then he himself Stop paying for the house.

There is no other way to do this, and his wife can only do this. Who knows that as soon as his wife leaves, a turning point will come.

First, someone from the group of owners found out about the itinerary of the vice president of the upper-level real estate company, and organized everyone to block him and ask him for an explanation. Meng Changlin's originally despairing heart was once again ignited, as long as the house still had an explanation. , then you still have room for maneuver.

He remembered the time and acted happily with other owners, successfully blocking the vice president of the group. Everyone was furious, but the vice president's attitude was very tough, and instead he pointed at his nose and scolded his group. After a while, a man rushed out from the crowd, moved his hands, and repaired the man severely. The vice president forcefully promised to solve the problem.

Meng Changlin felt so happy when he saw it, and felt that the bad breath in his heart was finally vented. He was the first to take the lead in applauding, but then the man actually used the knife, and when he saw the blood, the others were frightened. , all dispersed, only Meng Changlin stood there, watching the police quickly dispatched and took the man away.

Meng Changlin was very puzzled. Why didn't the police act so efficiently when he called the police before?

He went home full of hope, waiting for news about his house. Unexpectedly, after he returned, the group of owners had disbanded. He waited left and right, and all he waited for was people from the bank coming to seize his house and foreclosed on it. Allow yourself to take away everything in the house, and tell the bank that you still owe 700,000 yuan, so that you can pay it off immediately.

In this way, as a dishonest person, Meng Changlin could no longer find a decent job and could only pick up cans in the city, barely surviving, and that was all.

Meng Changlin walked to the bridge hole where he slept and saw a person wearing hospital clothes lying on the quilt he had picked up, sleeping soundly.

"Which mental hospital did this person escape from?" Meng Changlin was confused. He circled around and walked up to the man's face to take a look.

This man turned out to be the man who stood up for him and was arrested by the police. He had always considered him a hero!