Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Chapter 127 I Just Want to Be Ordinary—There Will Always Be Tests

About a week had passed since the girl knocked on the door, and Zhou Leng had never mentioned it.

It was another morning, and when Song Junyang was at home, the woman came knocking on the door again.

After Song Junyang opened the door, the woman knelt down excitedly, shouting, "Brother, please, save my life, save me, the tiger is coming down the mountain, the tiger is coming down the mountain!"

Song Junyang frowned and said, "If you have anything to say, please speak up. If you have any difficulties, please tell me directly. I will definitely help you if I can. But you can't act crazy or stupid. You are like a tiger descending from the mountain."

Before the two of them finished their conversation, a man's voice shouted, "Hurry up, go knock on that door again, I saw it."

When the woman heard the sound, she stood up and crawled into the yard. When Song Junyang saw her coming in, he heard someone shouting. He locked the door first. He thought the girl was being abused, so he closed the door first and then planned to call the police.

The Song family's door was knocked loudly, and Lin Qiang's voice rang out from outside the door:

"Sister, that's my daughter. We are not bad people. Ask her if I am her father. Open the door quickly. This girl is mentally ill. We are not bad people. Let me take the child away."

Zhou Leng came out of the house when she heard the voice. She saw the girl shivering in the corner of the yard. The girl heard the man's words and whispered as if she was frightened: "The tiger is coming to eat me."

Zhou Leng let out a long breath, and before Song Junyang could speak, she shouted:

"Who cares about her? She pushed me into the yard just after I opened the door and scared me. It's not a good idea for you to come to our house every other day. You tell me how much compensation you want to pay for our mental damages. I won't let you go unless you pay."

Bang bang. The other party knocked hard on the door.

"Hey, big sister, my child is mentally ill and I can't control him, so he ran to your house. Who are you and why do you want money?"

Zhou Leng shouted, "Why are you shouting? It's the first time, and it won't happen again. You broke my door, so you have to pay for it."

Lin Qiang cursed angrily: "Fuck, I'm telling you, let my child out quickly, or you will have a hard time in the future."

Zhou Leng yelled back.

As both sides continued to curse at each other, Song Junyang kept looking at the girl's state, which was familiar to him. The girl's current state was very similar to his past, and the scenes of drug use in the past emerged in his mind one by one, including the pleasure and comfort of course.

There seemed to be a voice in Song Junyang's heart guiding him - go and ask her where she bought those drugs from.

Zhou Leng looked back at the man's condition. She sighed inwardly that misfortunes never come singly. She walked over quickly and slapped the man on the face, shouting:

"You are deaf, but you are staring at the girl. What's the matter? Do you want to find another wife?"

Song Junyang was awakened by a slap in the face. He slapped himself in the face, louder and harder. This was his punishment for himself.

The man shook his head and said in a very low voice: "I'll go into the house and call the police." Then he shouted loudly: "You are sick, I saw her a few times and knew she was looking for a young wife. I don't think you can live like this. You are suspicious every day."

Bang, the door was slammed shut.

Song Junyang went into the house and called the police.

Zhou Leng shouted to the outside of the door: "It's all your family's fault. I tell you, if you don't pay compensation today, don't even think about taking the child away. Five hundred yuan."

The man outside the door had an unpredictable expression on his face. He shouted, "I'll go home and get you the money. Wait."

A few minutes later.

Lin Qiang knocked on the door again and shouted, "I've brought the money, please let my daughter out."

Zhou Leng asked: "How much money do you have?"

"Five hundred! That's what you just asked for."

"You heard me wrong. I want one thousand. You give me one thousand, or I will call the police. Look at your daughter. You can tell she is not a decent person. Is she a prostitute? I tell you, the police will arrest her for selling out."

Zhou Leng played the role of an unreasonable middle-aged woman to perfection.

Lin Qiang cursed with gnashing teeth and fierce eyes:

"I'm telling you, we're all neighbors. We'll see each other every day. Don't make yourself uncomfortable. We'll be together for a long time in the future. You should leave yourself a way out."

Zhou Leng said loudly: "Just one thousand, if you don't give it to me, I will call the police. Stop threatening me, you think I was brought up by being scared."

Lin Qiang gritted his teeth and went home to get the money. A few minutes later, he came back and knocked on the door to indicate that he had brought the money.

Zhou Leng replied: "You brought all the 1,500 yuan?"

Lin Qiang couldn't help but kick the door, cursing and threatening non-stop.

Finally, just as both sides were cursing each other, two teams of police surrounded the two people in front of the Song family's door and pinned them down, and someone else blocked the gate of the house next door.

Song Junyang pulled Zhou Leng into the house, and he went to open the door and hand over to the police. When calling the police, Song Junyang had already introduced himself, otherwise the police station would not have dispatched so many people to arrest someone so trustingly.

Zhou Leng got the final result from what Song Junyang said. The girl was not the daughter of Lin Qiang at all, but a prostitute controlled by him through drugs. The yard was similar to the brothel in ancient times, and most of the people who frequented it were drug addicts and those looking for excitement.

Zhou Leng could only sigh at his fate. His family of three actually lived next to a drug den. Isn't this just a case of adding insult to injury?

In this matter, Song Junyang cooperated with the police in taking statements and went to the police station three times.

The good news is that Lin Qiang, who was sentenced for multiple crimes including organizing prostitution, coercing others, and trafficking drugs, probably won't have the chance to take revenge on the Song family in his lifetime.

Bad news is really bad news. Song Junyang's heart was full of cravings again. When he came back from the police station for the last time, his forehead was covered with sweat. He walked into the room and said to Zhou Leng with gritted teeth:

"Wife, tie me up quickly, I'm afraid I can't control myself."

Zhou Leng frowned slightly, but still cooperated and went into the house to tie up the other person.

It was not until the moment his body was imprisoned that Song Junyang's expression relaxed. He said sarcastically:

"Today I overestimated my own capabilities. I accompanied them to watch Lin Qiang's interrogation. I cared too much about my heroic image in front of them."

Zhou Leng thought of that scene - Lin Qiang tried his best to express the joy of taking drugs and his own innocence, which aroused Song Junyang's deep desire.

Zhou Leng looked at him and said:

"Song Junyang, you can't give yourself a chance. If you relax, you will step into the abyss. For your son, for this family, and for the medal you earned with your life, you must grit your teeth and hold on."

Song Junyang stared at the roof with lifeless eyes and said:

"I can still hold on now, but what about later? Tell me if this is fate. We moved to Xiangyang County and it's next to a drug den. What a twist of fate."

Zhou Leng looked at him seriously and said:

"If you can't control yourself in the end, I will control you. As long as I'm here, you can't touch that thing."

Song Junyang was silent for a long time before he said, "Okay, it's a deal."

The room returned to silence.

One is to do it well and if the opponent can't control himself, break his legs and hands.

Once a person has done something and can no longer control himself, he will end his life.