C1 A Wedge

In the afternoon, the bazaar on Baqiao Street was bustling with activity. At the corner of the street, a loudspeaker was singing the theme song of 'Up Beach':... "I love you and hate you. I ask if you know or not, like a river that never stops, it turns a thousand corners, turns a thousand beaches, but it has yet to calm down the battle here..."

There were three hooligans mixed in the crowd. They had just stolen a few wallets, and they were in high spirits as they headed straight for the Qin Da Bowl Noodle House on the north side of the street.

The Noodle House was packed with customers. A row of bicycles were parked under the stairs outside the door. They were the prey of hooligans. What was even more surprising was that there was a pure black motorcycle on one side. It was quite overbearing to own a Jialing 70 in the 1980s. The main point was that the motorcycle was unlocked and the car keys were in the lock.

However, after the ruffians saw the license plate, they suddenly stopped, turned around, and ran away. They didn't even dare to touch the bicycle beside them. In the noodle house, a young man in his early twenties was eating noodles at a table with his back to the door.

He was holding a big blue glazed porcelain bowl. The bowl was about a foot square and held in his hand like the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King. A burly man with a fierce-looking face came in from the door and sat in front of the young man.

"Brother Dong, I've found out. Hou Liming asked you to talk to Tyrant Head." The big man looked at Hu Donghai eagerly.

Hu Donghai was nicknamed "Dragon King." His appetite was astonishing, but he had a slim and strong body. His muscles were bulging, and his horns were full of strength.

The noodles were full of tenacity, and the oil splashed on the chili. Hu Donghai picked up his chopsticks and ate happily. "When?" Hu Donghai only asked three words.

"Five in the afternoon." The big man could not help but say, "Hou Liming is angry. You scolded his father in front of everyone..." Hu Donghai raised his eyelids and glanced at the big man. A cold light flashed in his narrow eyes. The big man immediately shut his mouth. Hu Donghai pushed a bottle of beer in front of the big man. The burly man quickly caught it with both hands. He turned his face and drank. Hu Donghai stood up, threw two bills on the table, and walked out of the noodle house with another bottle of beer.

A little dog was peeing on the back of the motorcycle with its legs crossed. Hu Donghai waited for the dog to finish peeing. He made a face and sat on the motorcycle with a few steps.

The engine roared. Hu Donghai held the beer in one hand and the handlebar in the other. The motorcycle sped away.

It had just rained and the Ba River water was a little muddy. The waves pushed some pieces of wood onto the grass by the shore. Hou Liming quickened his pace. Sweat appeared on his young and handsome face.

He had planned to invite Hu Donghai to this place today. Hou Liming scratched his chin with his thumb. This was a habit, indicating that he was thinking nervously.

Hu Donghai had arrived. The motorcycle stopped on the embankment. The embankment was very tall, and it was bright. Hu Donghai's figure was like a crouching terracotta soldier. His whole body exuded a strong and barbaric aura.

Hou Liming walked closer and looked at Hu Donghai.

Hu Donghai threw the beer bottle on the dam. With a "Pa" sound, he stood up and looked down at Hou Liming. His gaze was fierce and deep.

"Are you tired of living by asking me to come here?"

"You are disrespectful to my dad. Let me tell you what a tutor is." Hou Liming said calmly.

Hou Liming's father died of illness last year. Hu Donghai had only received news not long ago. The reason was that he had fought with others. He had challenged four people each. He had opened one of the heads and was captured by the public security. After he came out, he had heard about the death of his father. He had said in public that Hou Liming's father had finally died. This was retribution!

Hu Donghai often talked big to the Hou family, but this time, it was different. As a son of a human, hearing these words was truly humiliating. "You just climbed out of the queue. I pity you. Give me a kowtow in front of my face. This matter is over."

Hou Liming pretended to be magnanimous, but every word he said was filled with blood.

Hu Donghai hated it the most when others said that he had entered the queue. He immediately tore off his clothes and jumped off the rack. Hou Liming seemed to be facing upwards, but his feet moved towards the river, whether intentionally or not.

It was close to dusk and there was a small drizzle. In the distance where the river met the sky, the sunset suddenly rushed out of the dark clouds and released a beautiful sunset glow.

Under the afterglow of the sunset and the drizzle, Hu Donghai's attacks were fierce and fierce. Hou Liming fought and retreated. It seemed messy, but he had plans.

At this time, the Baqiao Street market had dispersed. Some people passed by the stone bridge in the distance, and when they saw this scene, they stopped and looked at it. Hu Donghai was famous for his hard fist and cold heart. His fist smashed onto Hou Liming's stomach, and Hou Liming cried out loudly and rolled on the ground. Hu Donghai was about to turn around, but Hou Liming grabbed his leg. From afar, it looked like Hu Donghai had stepped on Hou Liming. Hu Donghai knelt on the ground and hit Hou Liming in the face with his elbow. Hou Liming struggled, got up, and hit Hu Donghai in the stomach with his knee.

Suddenly, the song of "The Great Wall will never fall" came from the Ba Qiao street. When it came to "Open your mouth and shout," Hu Donghai's blood boiled and he kicked. He kicked Hou Liming into the river. Hou Liming screamed in pain, his body sinking into the turbid waves. He raised his body, but the flow of the water was very fast. The whirlpool dragged him and pulled him into the depths of the river. It was an even more rapid current.

Hou Liming fluttered a few times on the surface of the water and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Hu Donghai looked back and left.

Three days later, Hu Donghai was caught in the Eight Families Alley on West Pass Main Street. He was drinking with his friends. When the police came in, they immediately squatted down with their heads in their hands. Hu Donghai lifted the bottle and smashed it on the head of one of the police officers. He picked up a chair and hit the officer hard. After he was subdued, he shouted in public, "I'm going to beat that bastard Hou Liming to death!"

After that, the rescue team followed where Hou Liming had fallen and went downstream to harvest. On the evening of the fourth day, in the southwest corner of the twenty-eight-mile radius, they found Hou Liming's blood clothes wrapped around a stone, but the corpse could not be found.

This kind of thing happened every summer in the Ba He. Most of them drowned in swimming, and not every corpse had a whereabouts. Then, the flood season arrived, and the salvage work was forced to end. Ba He skyrocketed overnight, and the turbid waves surged. However, they could not break the chain of evidence in this case. The witnesses were all people on Ba Qiao Street. The scene of Hu Donghai beating Hou Liming and Hou Liming screaming and falling into the water frightened all the onlookers.

The physical evidence included the broken wine bottle of Hu Donghai and, more importantly, a piece of Hou Liming's blood robe.

Hu Donghai admitted his guilt, but he did not regret it. What was even more terrifying was that he did not care about those who fell, but went to refuel the motorcycle leisurely. His mental state was very stable.

Hu Donghai had a bad reputation since he was young. He often stood up for his friends. When the Ba He incident happened, Not long ago, Hu Donghai had been in the classroom for violent injuries. The Hou family and the people around them confirmed that Hu Donghai and Hou Liming had a long-standing grudge against each other and demanded that Hu Donghai be executed to pay for Hou Liming's life.

The Ba He case became a big event in 1990.

It was also an extraordinary thing. There were many other things. That year, the Asian Torch of Light arrived in Xijing City, and 500,000 people greeted it. That year, the 3rd Motor Factory donated 45,000 yuan to the Asian Games. That year, the first video production line in the northwest region was built in the suburbs of Nishinokyo.

However, more people were paying attention to Hu Donghai's fate. When the dust settled, it was the start of the rainy season.

One evening, a pedestrian in a black raincoat came to the newspaper kiosk at the intersection. The weather was not very cold, but he was wearing a hood and his entire body was wrapped tightly. Using a gloved hand, he handed the vendor a five-cent bill and bought a copy of the evening paper of Xijing.

Under the awning of the bus stop, he opened the second page of the newspaper and saw the news.

The Ba He Murder Case was a typical case of provocations and brawls. The suspect had died during the fight with the deceased Hou Liming. This case also had the characteristics of revenge and murder. In order to vent the resentment in his heart, he had committed murder. The suspect brazenly attacked the police during the police arrest. After he was arrested, he did not regret his crimes. The nature of the crime was extremely bad and the plot was extremely serious. The death penalty was suspended for two years.

The pedestrians in the black raincoat stared at the newspaper in a daze for a while. They scratched their chin with their thumbs, folded the newspaper, and stuffed it into the garbage bin on the street. They quickly crossed the road and disappeared into the deep layers of buildings.