my brother became a scum

"Then you are miserable enough."

I sent this message without sympathy, and watched the icon I was typing appear and disappear for dozens of seconds, and a sentence "sleep, sleep" appeared on the interface.

I can even imagine his posture now, he must have raised his wrist and put the phone aside, touching his lips with his fingertips, decadent and good-looking.

Wake up, Chen Heping, think about the gray hair and fine lines on his face you saw before, he is not good-looking, I forced my mind to be clearer, and replied with a word "oh".

The next day, the information about the investigation of Zhang Chen by the client who was abroad before appeared in my mailbox. He was not so embarrassed when he appeared on the street for the first time, but he didn’t look like a normal person. Most of the pictures came from googlemap. The location where Zhang Chen always appeared happened to be the collection point, so I could see his slightly dull eyes, and his clothes that were more and more worn out.

Later, he seemed to be more energetic, and tried to find a job, but he did not have any identification on him. He asked the consulate for help, but found that the consulate was in another city, and it would take some time for the other party to dispatch staff.As a large immigrant country, there are too many "black households" who are struggling every day, trying to seek help, and repatriation also takes time and scheduling.When he finally waited for the staff, he was insulted and sexually harassed. He broke the other party's legs, turned around and ran, and even appeared in a small area of ​​newspapers.

He was always shuttling through various public phone booths, trying to make a call, and once borrowed a computer from a kind passer-by. The investigator found several of his call records, and I saw that too familiar number.

In the end, he gave up making calls, turned around to do some odd jobs, saved a little money, started contacting smugglers, and tried to smuggle back to China.

He saved a little bit hard, but then he seemed to get lucky, and helped to do a few social survey experiments, and saved enough money.It was Thanksgiving in the West that day, and he bought himself a clean set of clothes, which he didn't want to wear, but held in his hand.He obeyed the traffic rules, waited for the red light to turn green, and when he was walking forward, he was hit by a car that accelerated suddenly and flew out.

Someone took a photo of Zhang Chen lying in a pool of blood, his eyes half-opened, unshaven, no different from an unfortunate homeless man on the street.

But he was lucky and survived.

I'm still wondering if he's lying to me about all this. It's not very difficult to bribe the investigators. Even if I choose three, it's not very difficult to pretend to be very pitiful. At worst, it's like an advertisement. one day.

But I couldn't control myself, picked up the phone, and dialed the number named "Zhang Chen".

The phone rang twice before being connected. Zhang Chen said with a smile, "Why do you think of calling me, you busy man?"

"……What are you doing?"

"I am dyeing my hair, but the stylist suggested that I can keep a little gray hair. The recent trend is silver gray."

"A stylist worth $2000?"

"It's still a friendly price."

"Pfft," I couldn't help laughing, and replied again, "You're too good at spending money."

"Aren't you supporting me, Chen Heping, you can earn whatever I spend now."

"This group was originally yours."

"It's yours now... Sister Chris, this little braid is beautiful."

A female voice came from the ear, but it was not very real.

"Then you continue to do your hair."

"Okay."

I hung up the phone and decided to find out how Zhang Chen went abroad.If he wants to sell miserably, there is no need to bother to go abroad, it will be too costly and energy-intensive, and it will be too easy to expose.

The investigation encountered some obstacles. Zhang Chen didn't even have a departure record, let alone flight number and other information. When Zhang Chen's prison was found, the prison staff came up with a complete set of release procedures, but the time was extremely normal and he was not allowed to leave the country. Unlike what I was told back then, it was a week earlier.

The insiders I bought back then have not heard from them for so many years. It will take time to find them and ask the truth.

The most convenient way is to ask Zhang Chen directly, but I can't open my mouth no matter what—maybe because I don't believe him, maybe because I don't want him to recall the past, or simply, I don't want to be with him. There was a hint of weakness in front of him.

Zheng Dongyang called me after a long absence and invited me out for tea. He was on the wrong team last time, and now he has been transferred to another department. Compared with before, the power in his hands has been reduced a lot.

I accepted the appointment, and I was almost unrecognizable when I walked in the door. He was also getting old, and the most surprising thing was that he had a small belly.

I complained that the years are ruthless, but I warmly shook hands with him. Just as I sat down, I heard him say: "Don't look into it, I did it back then."

I lowered my head and pushed the teacup, without showing any expression on my face, I asked casually, "Why?"

"Zhang Chen knows too many things that he shouldn't know, so it's not suitable for him to stay in China."

"So you sent him away seven days in advance?"

"Correct."

"I can't do that too much." I took a sip of tea, the muscles on my face turned into a faint smile, "Zhang Chen doesn't seem like such a radical person, he insisted on dragging you down."

"Your father..."

"I don't have a father."

"Mr. Bai sent someone to deal with this matter, and I just need to say hello and provide some convenience," Zheng Dongyang said a little hesitantly, "I'll tell you these things, you don't need to investigate any further, we are friends after all."

"You just sent Zhang Chen abroad without leaving any documents for him?"

"It was placed in a nursing home abroad, and the welfare benefits were good. Later, for some reason, Zhang Chen disappeared."

"So this is ah."

Perhaps my tone was too flat, Zheng Dongyang also breathed a sigh of relief, and he said: "Don't check anymore, it's not very peaceful recently."

"Don't worry, I won't check. The past, isn't it all in the past?"

I drank tea with Zheng Dongyang, chatted about some light topics, shook hands, and boarded two different cars.

I took out the pen in my coat pocket, unscrewed the cap, and pressed the save button.Zheng Dongyang shouldn't be so reassuring about me. As a person, I always record and report.

When the two groups merged, Mr. Bai had a team under him, and I had a team myself. I have cleaned up so many times, and most of the people around me were touched, but I never turned my attention to another group of people.This may be a kind of habitual thinking. I always thought that it would be Wu Ming or the director who caused the problem. I never thought that Mr. Bai is dead and trying to control my life.

Once you have a direction, it becomes easier to investigate again.

The day Zhang Chen was actually released from prison was when I officially announced my divorce from Zhang Chen. He didn't wait for me at the gate of the prison, but he waited for someone who was said to be me.

Those people told him that I wanted to send him away.I don't know if he believed them at that time, but in the end, he was sent away.

Mr. Bai's people sent Zhang Chen to a remote nursing home under the name of mental disorder.I sent someone to investigate in that nursing home and got back the falsified medical records.

I drank a cup of coffee before opening it, saw half of it, closed the medical record, and calmly broke the coffee cup.

They said that Zhang Chen had fantasies, fantasizing that he was the former chairman of the group, and fantasizing that he had someone who loved him very much.

They said that Zhang Chen was a homosexual patient, and the patient's family members hoped that this could be cured easily.

They said that everything Zhang Chen said was not true, and when he was silent, he was thinking about hurting others.

They treated Zhang Chen like a patient, forced him to swallow excessive amounts of risperidone and olanzapine, locked him in a spacious and bright room, told him to see the scenery outside but did not let him go out, Zhang Chen fled Went out once, but was caught back shortly after leaving...

I washed my face with cold water and reopened the medical record.

The treatment of homosexuality was not so smooth. Even though the GV was played on a loop while the treatment was induced to induce vomiting, Zhang Chen still acted calmly, as if he was not affected at all.

The temporary staff "had no choice but" to use electric shock therapy on the ground, and then "helplessly stopped", until one day, Zhang Chen's "condition" suddenly intensified.

I turned a page backwards, and found a photo in the medical record book, on the back it said "helpful for treatment", but on the front it was me and Li Wanting, she was wearing a wedding dress and I was wearing a gown, we were very close , at first glance, it looks like they are kissing each other.

The recorder wrote in a calm tone: "Patients have a greater stress response to the photos, but occasionally they are aggressive. It is recommended..."

My head hurts after a long time, and all the pieces put together a story that doesn't match what I think.I don't want to believe that Zhang Chen's life is so miserable, I prefer to believe that Zhang Chen is living a carefree life abroad.

If this story is true...

Even if the story is true...

I know I did nothing wrong, I didn't send Zhang Chen abroad, I didn't imprison him in a nursing home, I didn't tell him to escape from it, I didn't send someone to hurt him, I took over In order to stop his career, I brought him back from abroad, prepared the best material conditions for him, and invited a doctor to see him.

But after all, I couldn't stop my instinct. I ignored the surprised subordinates, didn't care about the busy itinerary, went directly to the underground parking lot, drove to the suburbs, and encountered a traffic light on the road. I looked at a group of elementary school students , bouncing past me with a yellow hat on.

I miss the past for a long time.

The promotion of the little yellow hat has just started. A pile of hats came to us from the front. I grabbed a hat and put it on Zhang Chen’s head. His face immediately became ugly. I grabbed another hat. He put a hat on his head and passed the rest to the back.

"Zhang Chen, does this hat look good on me?"

"What a ghost."

"I don't think it looks good in it, but you look good in it."

"Cut..." He turned his head, but his face turned red, "For you have a good eye."