The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Why are you arresting me? Huh? Why? I want to complain! I want an interview!"

The man with his trousers rolled up and dressed like an old farmer struggled to be handcuffed.

"You are the third child, right? Stop howling, your bald boss has already confessed you."

"What?!" The third child was suddenly shocked.

He looked at Wang Zhaoping who was speaking with an incredible expression.

"This...this is impossible!"

"What? Do you think I'm deceiving you? If your bald brother and the others weren't arrested, how would we know you're still here to keep an eye on them?

We just followed the house number! "

The third child was stunned when he heard this.

Even he knew that he was following him. No need to ask, someone must have betrayed him!

Is he really the boss?

Why? Just to get a reduced sentence?

He gave up struggling dejectedly, his face was completely pale.

"Let me ask you, was it you who called me just now?" Wang Zhaoping came to Lao San and looked into his eyes and asked.

"Call you? What phone number?" The third child was stunned.

Wang Zhaoping frowned when he saw that the other party didn't look like he was pretending to be stupid.

Wasn't he the previous whistleblower?

Yes, he, like Baldhead, suspected that the third child was a traitor.

Manpower, weapons, escape routes, means of response...

Anyone who knows such detailed information looks like someone within their ranks.

He guessed that either one of the criminals suddenly woke up and voluntarily confessed his gang, or that the gang was engaged in conspiracy.

However, after catching the third child, this guess was immediately shattered.

When a traitor doesn't even know he's being sold, but still stays there waiting to be arrested, isn't this an act of suicide? How could there be such a stupid traitor?

As for the possibility of repentance... If you admit that you are a whistleblower, you can at least get a reduced sentence. What is the plan if you don't admit it?

After all, no one in the world would think that his sentence is too short, right?

Wang Zhaoping finally asked tentatively.

"Chaoyang Masses?"

The third child: "..."

Seeing the expression of the third child looking like a fool, Wang Zhaoping knew that he had caught Li Gui.

"Take it away, take it away!" He waved his hand impatiently.

If it’s not this guy, then who is it?

Is there a hidden seventh person in this gang?

But according to the preliminary interrogation information just obtained, there are indeed only six core members of this gang, and they have all been arrested.

Even the kids said there were only six of them.

It’s not like this seventh person is invisible, right?

Wang Zhaoping felt a bit chilly behind his back. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed a bit strange...

At this moment, Qin Xiaoru ran over.

"Captain, we found it. The owner of the phone is the abbot of Nanshan Temple. He said that a donor who came to offer incense asked him to borrow the phone today."

"Nanshan Temple? It's around here, right? I'll go over and have a look." Wang Zhaoping was about to leave immediately.

"But captain, several reporters from Suzhou Radio Station came over after hearing the news and want to interview you."

"Reporter interviews? No time! Go and send them away for me."

"Me? How can this work? I haven't been on TV yet, so I will be nervous."

"There is a first time for everything. If I don't find out who this Chaoyang crowd is, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night.

Okay, that’s it, the rest is up to you..."

Wang Zhaoping drove away in a hurry, leaving Qin Xiaoru with a helpless look.

"Police officer, where is Officer Wang who investigated this child trafficking ring? We want to do an exclusive interview!"

A group of reporters carrying long guns and short cannons surrounded them from a distance...

…

When Wang Zhaoping came to Nanshan Temple panting and jogging, the sun was already setting.

Amidst the sound of dusk drums, Nanshan Temple becomes increasingly quiet under the setting sun.

The abbot Zhi Zhi was already waiting at the gate of the temple.

"Is this Officer Wang? I am the abbot Zhi Zhi here." The old monk took the initiative to greet him.

"Hello, Master Intelligence! I am Wang Zhaoping from the Criminal Police Team."

Wang Zhaoping took out his ID and showed it to Zhi Zhi.

"The purpose of why I came to see the master today must be known to the master, right?

Nothing else, I just came here to thank the whistleblower!

If it hadn't been for him, we wouldn't have been able to catch this trafficking gang, and the dozen or so abducted children would have been in dire straits for the rest of their lives. "

Wang Zhaoping first explained his intention.

"Amitabha, how good it is! I never imagined that the benefactor could actually achieve such merit. I will definitely pray for the benefactor day and night in front of the Buddha and light a lantern of long-lasting merit!"

Zhi Zhi put his hands together and pronounced a Buddha's name.

"Master, can you tell me who the whistleblower is and where he is now?"

"This...I don't know. At that time, he only said that the phone was out of battery, so he borrowed my phone. Here! It's this smartphone." Smart took out his phone in a serious manner.

"As for who the benefactor was, what his name was, and where he is now, the poor monk didn't know. After making a phone call, he went down the mountain.

Oh, right! The benefactor also said that our Nanshan Temple's lottery fortune-telling was efficacious, and he even asked for a marriage lottery before leaving. "

A big question mark appeared on Wang Zhaoping's forehead.

What kind of hobby is this?

After reporting a criminal gang, you asked for a signature... and you specifically asked for marriage?

Is it a way to wash your hands before drawing cards with African chieftains?

He took the smart master's cell phone, opened the call history, and confirmed the time and number. It was indeed the one calling him.

"Then... is he a boy or a girl? What does he look like? Master, can you describe it?" Wang Zhaoping asked reluctantly.

"Oh! Of course, the donor is a man. As for what he looks like, I am old and frail, and my eyesight is not very good. I can see vaguely, but he seems to be quite upright."

Quite Zhou Zheng? What a description.

"How old is he?"

"This... seems to be twenty or thirty? Maybe thirty or forty? In short, he is not old."

I……

Wang Zhaoping wondered if the old monk was teasing him.

"Master, we have no malicious intentions. If we find the whistleblower, we will also apply for a reward from the city. Master, think about it again, what other characteristics does this person have, or has he left any information?"

"Oh! When you said that, Officer Wang, I remembered that the donor did leave a few words."

"Really? What are you talking about?" Wang Zhaoping said happily.

"Well! The donor said that he was just making up for his fault and did not want to reveal his name. This is to protect against villains but not gentlemen. If the cause and effect can be avoided, it will not be contaminated."

"Oh, by the way! The donor also said that if anyone comes to thank the whistleblower or distribute bonuses, they should donate it directly to the temple.

The donor is really a kind person! Amitabha~"

Wang Zhaoping: "..."

…

After coming down the mountain, Wang Zhaoping frowned, still thinking about what the smart master had just said.

Will you make up for your mistakes? Should we guard against villains but not gentlemen? Don’t want to be tainted with karma?

After thinking for a long time, I found nothing.

Well, maybe it's someone who once helped the villain want to make amends, but is still afraid of being retaliated by the criminal gang, or has other reasons and doesn't want to be named.

Wang Zhaoping sighed helplessly.

Since the other party doesn't want to reveal personal information, he naturally can't force it on others.

Opening the car door, Wang Zhaoping was about to get in the car when he suddenly froze.

In the last ray of sunset, the street lights on both sides of a winding mountain road in the distance flashed, instantly illuminating the winding road.

And this road... looks a bit familiar...