: Round 176 Zhao Di (3)

Looking at the ruined building in front of him, he asked with a frown, "A Jing, are you sure this is it?"
"Wait, I'll look at the business card!" She took out her business card from her pocket and looked for the house number according to the address above. After looking around, she couldn't find anything that could confirm the address. Suddenly she saw a green creeper. The plaque was hanging on the wall at the entrance of the gate, and the handwriting was already mottled. Some strokes even lost their colors, but they could be seen as the words "Baishou Nursing Home".
"Although the house number was not found, the plaque reads Baishou Nursing Home. It should be right here."
"Go ahead, see if anyone can ask about the situation!" Xuan Xuan turned to look at Xiao Chen, "Xiao Chen, you are waiting outside."
Xiao Chen is not a policeman, and he can't do much about the case.
"Good!" He turned his car around and parked not far from the gate, so he could drive out when he was ready to go.
After entering the gate, the scene inside was almost the same as the outside. The weeds on the ground were reborn. The trees planted were deciduous due to the season, and they stepped on the rustling leaves. The two walked for a while. There were many deserted along the way In the fields, weeds have grown taller than humans, and weeds are blown straight when the wind blows.
After walking for a while, the two people saw a three-story house in front of them, with a thick layer of fallen leaves in front of the house, like a carpet. The original turquoise paint on the wall had turned slightly yellow, and there was a wall The top paint had all come off, exposing bare rust-red bricks.
The roof is made of tiles, a piece of black pressure, and it is matched with the dim wall, which is even more bleak, like a mysterious place in a fairy tale.
The door is made of iron, and it looks a bit old. The whole door has rusted under the wind and the sun. There are layers of spider webs hanging on the corners. Thick dust is stuck. The broken and fallen like it has not been for several years. People have lived.
Jing Sa walked ahead, stepping on a thing coldly, thinking it was a stone. When he looked down, it turned out to be a dead mouse, which was already rotted, and the body was covered with maggots. She quickly called Xuan Xiaoqi and let her detour.
She is a person with a body. Who knows whether the mouse is sick or not, it is not good in case of infection. If something goes wrong, Kangxi will destroy her family.
Jing Sa kicked the dead mouse aside and couldn't help complaining, "Where is this place like a nursing home, Yizhuang is almost the same."
He looked around the area, in addition to being rundown or rundown, "You have to ask the children who sent your parents this question, and ask them if they know the environment here is like this."
"There seems to be someone in the room!" Jing Sa saw through the iron gate that there was a lobby in which there was a counter.
The two immediately pushed open the iron door and walked in. Due to rust, the iron door squeaked loudly when pushed open.
"Who!"
The squeaking sound awakened the middle-aged woman who was dozing on the counter. She looked up. She was in her fifties, with a big round face, double chins, and dark skin. She was wearing a pink sweater and appeared more complexion. Dull, a pair of eyes was a little smart, but some were not like it. She saw someone coming, she breathed, and said coldly, "No visitors are accepted here. If you want to check in for the elderly, fill out the form here."
After she finished speaking, she gave another breath, a lazy gesture.
In order to ensure that he did not go to the wrong place, Jing Sa still asked, "Is this, is this Baishou nursing home?"
The middle-aged woman listened, and very politely picked up a form and took it on the counter. "If you recognize the word, read it yourself."
The payment on the form is clearly written-Baishou Nursing Home.
undoubtedly!
But this attitude, this environment, where is the nursing home, this attitude towards the guests, can the elderly living here still have good, really want to send the elderly here, that is not to come to spend their old age, let them From the birth and death.
"Is this an abuse of the elderly?" Jing Sa muttered to Xiao Hao.
"This question is not what you and I can tell if there is abuse. It depends on whether the old man feels that way." He looked to a wall behind the desk, and a calligraphy and painting hung ironically on the wall— -Sunset is magnificent.
I am afraid the sunset is dark.
Jing Sao's sense of justice came out of his bones, "This nursing home must be unqualified and should call the police to arrest people."
"Qualified or unqualified. If someone feels wrong, they have called the police. Since it still exists, it means that no one would abandon it."
In China, nursing homes are state-owned and private. The conditions are good or not, all are determined by price, but the elderly have mixed opinions about the existence of nursing homes. This praise does not refer to the living conditions of nursing homes, but to their own. There are micro-words.
Some elderly people are very willing to live in nursing homes, not only to reduce the burden of their children, but also to find more partners of the same age, rubbing mahjong, playing cards, and the day is over. The other is that the children are busy with work and cannot be properly taken care of. The old man is sick all over again. In order for someone to take good care of his parents, he sends the parents to a nursing home and let a professional carer take care of them. When he is not busy, he will go to see the old man and take him home when he is in the New Year.
Regardless of whether the elderly are willing to go to nursing homes, these two are for the purpose of ensuring the old age life of the elderly. In many large international cities, such elderly are also increasing.
But not all elderly people are willing to go to nursing homes. If their spouses are still there, the pensions of both sides can meet the needs of food and clothing, even a well-off life. They have their own houses and good health. It is not a big problem to go to nursing homes. Square dances in the air, or go to the park to find someone to play chess, as long as the elderly feel comfortable.
Of course, there are also many elderly people who think that their children send themselves to nursing homes are disgusted with themselves. Even if the conditions of the nursing homes are comparable to those of five-star hotels, they are still reluctant to go because they pay attention to three generations, four generations, and even five generations I think that there are children and grandchildren, and living together is a beautiful old age. What we want is to have children and grandchildren, and to live with grandchildren.
If the children are filial, this kind of old age is the best.
Either way, at least there is a clear purpose, which is to hope that the elderly can have a good old life.
But the Baishou Nursing Home in front of him made him think of a garbage dump, a garbage dump dedicated to discarding useless elderly people.
Once the old man is sent here, I am afraid that the children will never come to see them again. It is not only downcast, but also very unclean. There is dust everywhere, and drinking water is probably a problem. She even suspects that the old man is here. Can three meals a day be full?
"Whether do you want to fill out the form!" The middle-aged woman shouted that they didn't move.
Jing Sa replied politely: "We are looking for Huang Zhaodi!"
"You didn't understand what I said just now, we don't accept visitors here, if you come to see people give gifts, just put them at the counter and we will send them over."
This is really good enough, but she will not believe Jingsha.
This is obviously to want to fill the pockets.
She showed her ID, "Police, handle the case!"
The middle-aged woman was stunned for a while, then picked up her reading glasses and put on Jing Sa's identity, her face was white. "We are business students, licensed, and not treating the elderly seriously."
There are typically three hundred and two silver here.
"Is there any harsh treatment, you know clearly, I am now looking for someone, Huang Zhaodi, where does she live?"
"Huang Zhaodi, isn't it?" The middle-aged woman's attitude improved a lot, rubbing her hands and greeted with a smile, "Wait, I will help you find it."
She opened the drawer, looked for a record book, and a layer of dust accumulated on it. At first glance, it had not been used for a long time. She breathed a sigh of relief, and the dust above it immediately flew up, causing her to cough.
Jing Sa pulled the scarlet away, so as not to affect her.
The middle-aged woman flipped through the record book, "Huang Zhaodi, Huang Zhaodi, Huang Zhaodi, Huang ..." She clicked and stayed, "Yes, in Room 1 on the third floor."
"Where to go up?"
"Go straight ahead and turn right to the stairs. I will take you there. I'll make a call first."
She yelled an extension, probably called the boss, covered her mouth for a while and then hung up, and then dialed a number, "Mother Zhang, there is a visitor, don't worry about how there are visitors, in short Someone is coming, it ’s the police, you hurry up and tidy up, idiot, what does it mean you do n’t know how to tidy up, someone comes, do you understand, yes, yes, you have to be smart. "
After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone and came out of the counter with a hypocritical smile, "Oh, two people, well, let's go here!"
Jing Sa and Mi Zhen followed the middle-aged women upstairs. The staircase tiles no longer showed the original color, and a thick layer of greasy adhered to them. They walked up and were sticky. There were no lights in the corridor, and there were no lights on the walls. The windows are too dirty to allow sunlight, and some damaged areas are only plugged with plastic bags. When the wind is blowing, the plastic bags crackle.
After climbing the third floor, a corner turned into a dimly lit corridor, some light bulbs flickered and flickered out after a few flashes, the air was not good, and the smell at the tip of the nose was smelly, like a tourist area Toilet smell.
Jing Sa covered her nose, this place is simply not for people to stay in. Stroke old people like Huang Zhaodi stayed here, don't know what crime to suffer, and will not be dying.
If I'm half dead, how can I ask?
Xuan Xuan saw her thoughts and said, "Relax, the situation may not be as bad as expected."
"Hey?"
"A stroke old man has lived here for a few years and has n’t died yet. It also allows me to meet up. That means that she will not be in poor health when she comes here. You will know by looking at the front desk service. , Not to mention the elderly, I am afraid that no one will take good care of them, everything has to rely on themselves, to live now to prove that she has a certain ability to take care of herself, if not, you think ... " Middle-aged woman, "Will she let us see her?"
"But her son didn't say that ..." Huang Zhaodi's son clearly told the police officer who was inquiring. His mother had a severe stroke, and she said that it was unfavorable, and she couldn't remember what happened before.
"It's simple, just look at the facilities here. Her son doesn't want the police to know that he sent his old lady to such a place."
This is filial piety.
"It's really like what you said, how can Huang Zhaodi endure?" Her son-in-law has all of them, but she suffers here, which old lady can bear these.
"Some old people can bear all the hardships for their children. No matter how they treat themselves, they will not complain about it. Otherwise, she can file a lawsuit and sue her son for not supporting the elderly."
Huang Zhaodi is not an illiterate rural woman. Although she did not go to college, she at least graduated from high school and has a certain culture. She will not be unaware that the country has legal regulations and that her children have the obligation to support the elderly.
She can stay here for so many years, and besides not wanting her son to be difficult, what other reasons can she have?
"unacceptable!"
"Excessive? I don't think so. Isn't it true that mother-in-law is so bad?"
Jing Sa clenched her fists, "I will see Huang Zhaodi later, I must talk about her."
"Oh, the premise is that she can hear what you say."
This is like many women who suffer from domestic violence, knowing that her husband has domestic violence, but still can't leave her. Someone really wants to help them, but they will feel that there is a problem with the person who helped them, a sentence "you will not understand" It puts a stop to the whole thing.
During domestic violence, they will be sad and will want someone to rescue them, but if they want to divorce, they cannot.
Is there such a thing?
The same is true of the filial piety of children. Some of the elderly have seven or eight children, but none of them are willing to support the elderly. They can even kick the elderly up and down like a ball.
A few of these old men will show up their courage to sever their relationship and bring their children to court.
In many cases, many people actually do it themselves.
"Here, here, Huang Zhaodi is bed 7!" The middle-aged woman took the key and opened a wooden door.
As soon as the door opened, the turbid gas flowed out, and then a thin woman, with dry skin covered with wrinkles, slender hands and feet, carrying a waist, wearing a dark blue dress, squinting at the middle-aged woman, turning The head peeped again at the scarlet and Jing Sa, with no expression, "Sister Yang is here, and everything inside is packed."
The middle-aged woman, Sister Yang, nodded in satisfaction, "Look at it, don't let them talk nonsense."
"Know, know, they dare not."
The dialogue between the two was very quiet, and Zanzhen and Jingsa could not hear what they said, but it was definitely not good to see how they talked.
Sister Yang turned back and said: "Comrade police, all of them are old people, and their spirits are not very good. If you have something to say briefly, it is time for a nap now."
"My investigations are all murder cases. What a short method, or would you teach me." Jing Sa was angry when she saw Sister Yang, and the tone involuntarily hardened.
"The murder case !?" Sister Yang was startled, her face turned white, and she froze at the door and didn't know what to say.
The thin woman also stood in amazement, looking at Sister Yang from time to time.
Jing Sa was too lazy to talk to them and strode into the room.
She was stupid as soon as she entered.
The thirty-square-square house was full of beds, and there were dozens of them. The old man lying on the bed was wrapped in a quilt, as if he were sleeping.
There was a handwritten bed number on the bed, and she quickly found bed number seven.
She and 皛 皛 walked over, "Huang Zhaodi?"
The quilt moved slightly, but did not answer.
"I am Jing Sha, a criminal police officer from the S City Public Security Bureau. I am investigating a murder case. I hope you can cooperate with the police. I want to ask you something."
"Kill ... murder case ..." A hoarse voice came out of the bed, the sheet was lifted, Huang Zhaodi got up from the bed, and grabbed Jing Sa's hand violently, "Is Mao'er killing? Yes, he will not kill people, comrade police, you must have made a mistake. "
The words were clear and neat, with a little bit of country accent, but Jing Sa and Gao Zhen could understand.
Huang Zhaodi's dry face has deep anxiety, and Jing Sha's hand is also unwilling to let go. "Comrade police, you must have made a mistake."
"We are not mistaken, it is not your son who killed." Maoer is the nickname of Huang Zhaodi's son, and his full name is Hu Maolin.
"Hey?" She blinked, and the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes became more obvious because of this movement.
Like many sixty-year-old women, her hair is white, her wrinkles are spread all over her eyes and forehead, and the hand holding Jing Sa is rough like sandpaper, with calluses in many places on her fingertips, and many places on her body. Whitewashed, there are many patches.
She looked petite, and her back was fairly straight. Although she was haggard, her eyes were full of love for her son.
Jing Sa said, "Do you remember Du Fu?"
"Afu?" Huang Zhaodi froze.
"Yes, she disappeared nine years ago. You reported the police."
She nodded, "Yes, have you found her?"
"I found it, but the body was found. She was killed nine years ago."
Huang Zhaodi exclaimed, "Why?"
"We also want to know how it happened, so I came to ask you something about her." She is Du Fu's friend
Is also the only person who knows Duff at present.
"It's not very convenient to speak here, can you speak outside." Jing Sa thought, she spoke so neatly, just like what Xu Zhen said, there may not be a stroke at all. There are many people here, some words are not easy to say, still find a Quiet place is better.
"My legs can't go." She pointed to her own legs. "Sick roots of a stroke a few years ago. I'm sorry. You just ask here. Here ..." She looked at Sister Yang at the door. family."
family?
Who believes!
Sister Yang's eyes were obviously full of fear and vigilance.