Chapter 244 Investigation

Seeing the clues interrupted again, Zhou Dong was very angry, but also helpless.

What can he do?

Just keep investigating.

The phone rang, it was An Moqi, An Moqi told Zhou Dong that she was discharged from the hospital.

An Moqi said that she and Han Xue wanted to come to see Zhou Dong's situation, hoping to help.

Zhou Dong was worried that An Moqi and Han Xue would be in danger, and there was nothing they could do to help.

So he asked them to go back to the dormitory first, saying that he could handle the things here, so An Moqi and the others didn't have to worry.

An Moqi knew that Zhou Dong was afraid that she and Han Xue would encounter any danger again, so she didn't say anything, hung up the phone and went back to the dormitory with Han Xue, waiting for the good news that Zhou Dong successfully solved the identity of the man in black.

An Moqi hung up the phone, Zhou Dong thought of An's father and mother who were far away in Japan, and called to express his condolences, and told An's father and mother to pay attention to safety.

After hanging up the phone with An's parents, Zhou Dong arranged for Black Panther to continue investigating the black-clad organization, focusing on checking the people who had recently entered and exited the dilapidated factory.

Black Panther and his team immediately started investigating after receiving the order.

Zhou Dong was not worried about Black Panther himself.

Zhou Dong went out to relax his tense nerves.

When he walked to the vending machine some distance away from the factory, Zhou Dong felt a little thirsty.

He inserted a coin and took out a drink from the vending machine. Just when he opened it and wanted to drink it, he heard a noisy noise coming from far away.

"Why are you so troublesome? Cry, cry, cry, you only know how to cry. It really annoys me to death. Can you stop crying?" It was a middle-aged man scolding his child. His face didn't look clean, as if it hadn't been cleaned up for a long time.

The middle-aged man held a bottle of white wine in his left hand that he hadn't finished drinking.

"Get out, don't bother me drinking." The middle-aged man pushed the child and staggered forward.

The little boy staggered after being pushed, and followed the man with his head down in fear.

The little boy looked pretty and cute, about six or seven years old, and his innocent eyes showed his experience.

The boy's clothes, which had been washed white and old, were also dirty at this time, as if no one had washed them for a long time.

The little boy lowered his head and tears fell down, but he didn't cry out at all. It seemed that the little boy was often scolded.

He didn't say anything, but always followed the man with his head down, pulling the corner of his clothes, and silently shed tears.

His mother had left a month ago because of his father's alcoholism and domestic violence. The little boy just advised his father not to drink anymore, but now his father despised him for having too many things to do.

His mother didn't choose him, nor did she say goodbye to him. He became a superfluous waste that his parents despised.

"Hey, are you still crying? I said you didn't hear it, right?" The middle-aged man turned and looked at the little boy, and shouted at the boy with his neck stiff, while his raised right hand stopped about ten centimeters away from the little boy's face.

It was Zhou Dong who stopped the middle-aged man's hand that was about to hit the little boy's face.

The man staggered after being thrown by Zhou Dong.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man steadied himself, glared at Zhou Dong angrily, raised the wine in his hand, and held it in his arms like a treasure, fearing that Zhou Dong would throw away his wine.

His raised hand had never been put down like this, and he almost threw away his wine, which was the most intolerable thing for this middle-aged man who drank all day.

"I want to ask you what you want to do?" Zhou Dong was very angry. How could there be such a parent? Drinking and beating his own child in the street.

"I discipline my own child, what qualifications do you have to interrupt?" The middle-aged man is very angry now.

The man's wife ran away, leaving a child. Although the man likes this boy very much, for a man who loves alcohol, this is simply nagging.

The child is under my control, can't I scold him a few words? Even if I beat him a few times, what can I do? He is my own child.

He has to take care of the child every day. The trivial things every day have already made him very irritable. Now the child has to control him and not let him drink. He wants to discipline the child, but he is stopped by Zhou Dong, who came out of nowhere. This series of things makes the man very angry.

"You can discipline your child, but you can't beat him. You have violated the law." Zhou Dong looked at the middle-aged man angrily. He never understood why there are parents who don't care about their children so much?

"Hey, law? What law did I break by beating my own child? Are you going to arrest me? Are you a police uncle?" Hearing Zhou Dong's words, the man laughed. Can't I beat my own child? Is there any justice in this world.

"Huh, police uncle? I'll tell you now what law you broke." Zhou Dong snorted coldly and rolled up his sleeves, as if he wanted to beat up the drunken man in front of him.

In the quarrel between the two, the originally sparsely populated area was now surrounded by onlookers.

Some people have already taken their mobile phones to record videos, and more people are pointing fingers at the middle-aged man.

"How can there be a father like you?" Some people in the crowd began to scold the middle-aged man.

"Yeah, how can you beat a child?"

"Why did you drink so much?"

"Where is the child's mother?"

The crowd started to argue.

"That's right, how can this guy be a father? Beat him up."

When the people around him shouted "beat him up", they seemed to have received some orders, and they all grabbed the vegetables they had just bought from the baskets in their hands and threw them at the man.

The middle-aged man began to run away with his head in his hands.

"You, you are bullying too much, relying on your numbers, right? The police don't care?" The man shouted loudly while dodging the eggs and cabbage thrown at him.

"Dad." The little boy suddenly fell to the ground after shouting "Dad" and began to twitch constantly.

Zhou Dong hurried forward and made sure that the little boy was unconscious.

"Does the child have a history of epilepsy? Why didn't you say it earlier?" Zhou Dong asked the middle-aged man anxiously.

"Ah, son, my son." The middle-aged man ran to the little boy and hugged the child. "Son, don't scare your father, wake up quickly." At this time, the middle-aged man regretted the beating and scolding of the child just now.

"It's all your mother's fault. She gave you the history of epilepsy. Otherwise, she wouldn't have left us like this." The man who just felt a little regretful was now shirking responsibility.

"Get out of the way, let me take a look." Zhou Dong was anxious to push the middle-aged man away.