novelaction Chapter 1193 Star Wish: Who has changed?
Chapter 1193 Star Wish: Who has changed?
He thought about how he once was down and out. In order to raise money for a kidney for his seriously ill and dying wife, he kept hitting a wall.
With no other options left, he somehow broke the law and borrowed money from a loan shark.
Those were dark days. The high interest rates kept growing like a snowball, making it hard for him to breathe and almost swallowing up his life completely.
"Heh..." Yang Bin laughed at himself softly. He already knew in his heart that who else but Gu Mingcheng could come up with such a method to warn him and make him remember the key things again?
Gu Mingcheng's move seemed plain, but it actually hit the nail on the head, causing him to re-examine the direction of his handling of the case amidst guilt and reflection.
After a while, Yang Bin came back to his senses. He took a deep breath, regained his former dignity, and said loudly to his men, "Cheer up and do a good job of calming the people. I will personally supervise the interrogation room."
After that, he walked towards the interrogation room with firm steps. Along the way, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
He knew very well that the Gu family had already delivered the key clues to his mouth like a carefully prepared delicacy. If he continued to play dumb, being ungrateful and failing to make use of it, that would be really unacceptable.
Recalling the kindness of the Gu family who saved his wife's life at all costs, Yang Bin secretly made up his mind the moment he stepped into the interrogation room.
Yang Bin walked out of the interrogation room slowly with heavy steps. His face was terribly gloomy and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, as if he was carrying endless pressure.
But in fact, this solemn look did not come from fruitless frustration. On the contrary, the interrogation process just now was as if assisted by God, and the case had made a major breakthrough.
In his hand, he held tightly a crumpled notebook, which was densely filled with key information obtained from the interrogation. Every line of words was like a ray of light, illuminating the path for subsequent investigation.
However, Yang Bin's mood did not feel relieved at all because of this breakthrough. Instead, it became even heavier, as if a huge stone weighing thousands of pounds was pressing on him.
His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that thrilling day many years ago. At that time, he was young and energetic, full of passion and justice, and fought side by side with Gu Mingcheng. After a thrilling contest, he successfully brought Wei Jingtao to justice for fraud.
It was also thanks to his outstanding achievements in this battle that he rose rapidly in the police force and opened a new chapter in his glorious career.
Now, times have changed. They used to be so compatible and full of trust, but now they are on the brink of collapse.
At the same time, inside the prison's gloomy and depressing cell, there was chaos and a scene that resembled hell on earth. In Xiao Mo's cell, the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating, like a powder keg that could ignite at any time.
The trigger for all this was just a trivial matter in daily life - who goes to the toilet first. This is a trivial detail in life, but in this environment full of repression and hostility, it instantly ignited the long-suppressed anger in everyone's heart.
At first, Xiao Mo was able to fend off a few attacks with his agility and tenacious fighting spirit.
He was as agile as a cheetah, his eyes revealed a fierceness that refused to give in, and he rushed left and right in this small and cramped space, trying to buy himself a chance to breathe.
However, after all, two fists are no match for four hands. The other side relied on their numbers. Several burly men with fleshy faces quickly gathered together to form an impenetrable human wall, pressing forward step by step, forcing Xiao Mo into a cold and damp corner.
What followed was a merciless and brutal beating.
Their punches and kicks were like rain, each punch carrying a thousand pounds of force, whizzing towards Xiao Mo's body;
Each kick seemed to contain endless malice, hitting Xiao Mo's vital points hard, as if he would not stop until he had killed him.
Although Xiao Mo fought back hard, his fists were swung with the last bit of stubbornness, and his legs and feet were kicked with the desire to survive, but in the face of such an absolute disparity in power, everything was in vain.
Soon, Xiao Mo was beaten all over, with blood flowing from his head. Blood gushed out from his forehead and mouth, staining his tattered clothes red; his face and body were covered with bruises and scars, like a tragic picture.
The whole person collapsed to the ground, dying, without any resistance, and could only let the pain invade him. The fierce fighting sound was like a sharp blade, breaking the silence of the prison and alarming the guards.
They rushed over, their eyes wide open, and shouted loudly, and only then did they barely stop the crazy chaos.
The guards didn't even have time to announce the punishment for the troublemakers on the spot. They anxiously lifted the dying Xiao Mo carefully onto a stretcher and rushed him to the infirmary for emergency treatment.
Xiao Mo was lying on a stretcher, seeing stars in front of his eyes and the world was spinning, as if the whole world was collapsing.
All the bones in my body seemed to be shattered by a heavy hammer, and the severe pain spread and gnawed at every inch of my skin like a poisonous snake.
He was breathing heavily, and every breath felt like he was being cut into pieces. His mouth was filled with a sweet and fishy taste, which was the sticky smell of blood mixed with saliva.
He tried desperately to stay awake and to find out the truth behind this sudden disaster, but his heart was filled with endless doubts and fears: Why were these people so cruel and cruel to kill him like this?
Who is behind all this, trying to put him in an irretrievable situation...
In the slightly shabby medical room, the lights were dim and the air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.
Xiao Mo lay lifeless on the hospital bed, his body covered with bruises like a tragic picture, shocking the doctor who rushed over and made him gasp.
The doctor's face turned pale in an instant and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. He quickly stepped forward and slowly reached out his trembling hand to Xiao Mo. He first carefully felt his breath, and after feeling the faint breath that seemed like a gossamer, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he quickly took out a flashlight from his white coat pocket, pulled open Xiao Mo's eyelids which were so swollen that he could hardly open them, and carefully checked his pupil reaction.
"This injury is too severe!" the doctor muttered to himself, with a bit of fear and helplessness in his voice.
Looking around, this small and cramped medical room had simple and shabby equipment, and at best it could only handle some simple bandaging of superficial injuries.
Faced with Xiao Mo's serious injuries and coma, with his life or death in danger, the doctor knew that the conditions here were not enough to save him. He must be sent to a large hospital outside as soon as possible for a comprehensive and systematic examination and treatment, otherwise Xiao Mo's life might be in danger at any time.
At the same time, the media, like a group of sharks smelling blood, quickly captured this explosive news.
With their almost perverted sense of smell, they quickly spread the news that Xiao Mo was brutally beaten in the detention center. It spread like a virus, instantly spreading throughout the streets and alleys.
You have to know that the public's impression of him is still that Gu Minghao had plastic surgery to become his current appearance and came back for revenge. For a time, public opinion was in an uproar, and people were talking about it on the streets.
"This Xiao Mo has only been quiet for a few days! He was sent to the detention center just one foot, and the next foot he was beaten into the hospital. It seems that he has been living a wealthy life for too long and forgot to read people's faces when he goes out. Now he has made himself miserable..."