Chapter 547

"The person has been caught."

When Director Bulu called, Lans was still somewhat surprised. "I thought you would still need some time to find him."

Lans already knew the news that Charlie's car had been found but the person had gone missing.

This wasn't them personally looking for Charlie over there. It was good enough that the security officers or highway patrol could continue to push this matter forward. You can't expect them to do everything immediately; that's not realistic.

Lans guessed it might still take some time. If Charlie was just hiding for his life, it would really be hard to find him.

And now no one knew if he had already left the town, where he went from, or where he was heading; all of this was unknown.

It could only be said that they were getting closer and closer to Charlie.

But he didn't expect the person to be caught so quickly.

Director Bulu, who had caught Charlie, relaxed his whole body, and his tone also seemed a bit lighter. "Originally, there might have been some twists and turns. When the officers from the security station arrived at the clinic, he happened to be out."

"And he might have seen the police car nearby, so he ran..."

Director Bulu laughed. "He thought about things too simply, and at the same time, too complexly."

"If he had just simply hidden, then our people might not have been able to find him. If he hid for a few days, maybe we would have thought he had already escaped and lowered our control over the town."

"But he did something that no one expected. He actually... thought about going to a farm to apply for a job!"

Lans could already guess the result. "And then he was caught by the farmer, right?"

He also laughed along; this was indeed very interesting.

"Yes, yes!"

"The farmer caught him directly and then called the sheriff. They are on the way to send him back."

Hearing this result, Lans didn't feel surprised. In fact, the upper-class people's understanding of the "underclass" almost entirely comes from other people's mouths or media reports.

Many big figures no longer know how to contact the underclass, don't know how to communicate with them, what to say, or what to do.

The distance between the highest ruling class and the lowest ruled class has become too far, so far that they don't seem like products of the same society!

The masters of the upper class always overly idealize or demonize the very bottom of society.

Imagining them as too simple and honest, or overly treacherous and cunning.

In fact, the underclass of society has always been there. As long as they can bend down and lower their heads, they can see clearly, but they have never done so.

They didn't in the past, they don't now, and they won't in the future, because there's no need.

Although some of them might formulate laws and policies around the underclass, and some execute and implement these policies and regulations for the underclass, they are not necessarily clear whether the things they do are really necessary for those underclass people?

Charlie's problem is that he thought about these things too simply. A town, not a very big town, with hundreds of households.

The residents of the town might not know what everyone living here is called, but they have definitely seen all the residents of the town.

After all, the town is only this big, only a few hundred meters from the far east to the far west. One day, everyone will run into each other on the road.

Not to mention that when festivals like the Holy Farming Festival come around, they will still gather together.

So when Charlie proposed to apply to be a cowboy on the farm, the farmer felt something was wrong with him.

A stranger, not seen in the town, suddenly coming to his farm to be a cowboy—could there be anything more outrageous than this?

Now is not an era of convenient travel; so many highway killers make traveling alone a matter of great risk.

And there is no shuttle bus to the city in the town, which means this stranger most likely drove here himself.

When an old man who looks at least fifty-five years old drives a car worth at least several hundred dollars from a big city, wanting to be a cowboy for a wage of ten or twenty dollars a month, this is not normal!

The farmer agreed to Charlie's request while contacting the security officer, and then the security officer quickly changed into a set of clothes to come and get close to Charlie.

He discovered that Charlie was the guy on the wanted notice, so Charlie was arrested.

The farmer almost didn't do anything; he just made a phone call and obtained a bounty, and was overjoyed.

The security officer was also very happy. Catching Charlie was a "merit" for them, enough to let one of them change from a temporary worker to a regular worker.

Becoming a regular worker meant having more benefits. For these people in the countryside, being able to have a little more is good.

Charlie was arrested because he thought about the underclass too simply. He thought the farmer would help him cover his tracks and let him hide in his farm for a period of time.

But the reality is, for the residents of these towns far from big cities, as long as it's a stranger, they treat them with vigilance and guarded attitudes, rather than tolerating or accepting them.

Perhaps until the moment Charlie was shoved into the police car, he didn't know why the farmer would betray him, nor did he understand why he wanted to call the police, and why everything was not quite the same as the script he had written for himself?

Of course, he most likely didn't have the opportunity to ask the farmer for the answer. He had already boarded the highway patrol police car. He would be taken to the Highway Patrol Bureau first to do the necessary registration and statement work.

He needed to explain clearly what happened between him and those two corpses in the motel before he would be transferred to the hands of the Jincheng police.

He knew he was finished. Sitting in the police car, he suddenly felt a sense of dullness. His ambition and his almost perfect plan had all become meaningless.

The person who came to pick him up this time was the chief of the homicide office of the Highway Patrol Bureau, and also the person in charge of the motel homicide case.

While driving, he asked about what happened in the motel.

At this moment, Charlie didn't intend to hide this information that was harmless to him. He confessed truthfully, because he might have revealed the money in his wallet, ultimately leading to the tragedy.

The chief of this homicide office inferred almost the same thing. After asking about some details, he turned the topic from this case to Charlie himself.

Perhaps most police officers still retain curiosity about exploring the world in their hearts.

"I heard you are also a policeman, Charlie." The chief of the homicide office asked casually while driving.

He had read Charlie's personal information, which said he was once a Jincheng policeman and had held important positions for many years, possessing rich anti-investigation experience.

This was also where this chief of the homicide office was very curious: how a policeman who looked like he had already retired ended up on a wanted list.

The wanted notice didn't say what he had done, only that he was wanted, and that was all.

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Charlie didn't speak. He didn't want to answer this question that had nothing to do with the motel.

Seeing him not speak, the chief of the homicide office said again, "I heard that several police cars came from Jincheng just to pick you up. You must be a big shot!"

Charlie still didn't speak. The chief of the homicide office continued to make small talk, "Are you involved in some big case?"

"Otherwise, why would they come with so many people? I have never heard of any case needing so many people to escort a criminal!"

"At most, two police cars would be very grand. You broke my understanding of this aspect; you are definitely not an ordinary person."

Charlie still didn't speak. The chief of the homicide office looked at Charlie twice through the rearview mirror, wanting to obtain some information from him.

But unfortunately, he didn't obtain anything.

Charlie was unwilling to speak, and he didn't continue to speak either. The other three policemen in the car remained silent throughout.

The highway is not romantic at all, only endless boredom, especially the federal interstate highway.

The almost unchanging scenery makes people produce the most fatigue in a very short time.

You don't know how many kilometers you have driven forward, how far is left to the destination; the always identical scenery will make people go crazy!

Mentally, physically, so those big truck drivers need motels to fully release themselves from body to spirit before they can continue on the road.

Even if they spend a few more dollars for this, they are willing.

The car was getting closer and closer to the Interstate Highway Patrol Bureau. In the distance, two trucks were coming head-on, and they looked like they were going very fast.

The chief of the homicide office moved a little bit toward the roadside and couldn't help but say, "If it weren't for you, I would have made them stop now. They are already speeding."

Although he was from the homicide office, he could also issue tickets to these big trucks.

He didn't like these truck drivers who slammed the accelerator to the floor. This also often meant they were either in an excited state or in a dazed state; otherwise, they wouldn't do that.

Regardless of which one, it represented danger.

Watching the two big trucks getting closer and closer, the chief of the homicide office even specially leaned to the side again, just for fear of an accident.

But the more you fear something, the more it happens. Watching the two sides about to pass each other, the truck in front slammed the steering wheel and crashed straight toward them!

The chief of the homicide office was instantly scared into a cold sweat!

He frantically turned the steering wheel, letting the car drive onto the road shoulder, but unfortunately, it crashed into a large rock by the roadside.

Bursts of white smoke rose from under the hood, and the car broke down.

He dodged the first truck, but didn't dodge the second truck.

He protected his head with both hands, then watched helplessly as the front of the truck crashed into his police car.

With a boom, he lost consciousness entirely...

I don't know how much time passed. Charlie, dizzy and confused, struggled to push away the person pressing on him, trying to crawl out.

The car door was suddenly pulled open, and several people holding weapons stood outside the car door.

The moment he saw them, Charlie's lifted heart finally let go.

(End of chapter)