Chapter 6: Running Into Trouble
After familiarizing himself with the basic details of the Liang Lahua case from several years ago, Zhang Heng found it utterly unbelievable. However, since Liang Lahua’s missing child had been found, the matter seemed to have settled. Yet this case had also brought to light several other similar incidents involving missing children on the same street where her child was found. These cases all involved families from out of town—some grandparents, others parents—who had taken their children to the street, only to lose them in a fleeting moment. Eventually, after seeking help online, kind netizens provided information leading the parents to the addresses where their missing children, now victims forced into begging, were discovered.
Each time these lost children were found, without exception, they bore horrific and unbearable injuries. Zhang Heng felt that if he wanted to investigate the Liang Lahua case thoroughly, the best approach would be to conduct an in-depth, on-site investigation at her hometown.
After explaining the situation to his department and superiors, they readily approved his request. With their endorsement, he immediately booked a ticket to the village in Yuncheng City, Shanxi Province—Liang Lahua’s hometown.
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Zhang Heng traveled by train across thousands of miles to Yuncheng City in Shanxi Province. Using the basic address information provided by his superiors, he pinpointed the village where Liang Lahua lived. However, the journey was fraught with difficulties. After arriving in Yuncheng from Beijing, he found the village was extremely remote, with no public transportation available. To reach the nearest market town to the village, he had to take several buses and private coaches, and from that town, he still had to trek nearly twenty kilometers on foot, crossing a mountain to reach the village.
Undeterred, Zhang Heng embarked on the journey. After multiple bus transfers and two private coach rides, he reached the market town closest to the village, still eighteen kilometers away. There, he grabbed a simple meal, bought some food and water, and set out on foot following GPS directions.
Along the way, he learned that the village was a typical rural settlement, with many earthen and stone houses in a dilapidated state. Due to its backwardness and rundown condition, very few people still lived there.
Upon finally arriving, Zhang Heng saw that most houses were old and on the verge of collapse, though some were still inhabited. Most residents were elderly; he spotted hardly any young people. He did not forget his purpose—to find Liang Lahua’s family.
After a brief survey of the village’s appearance, he began his search for the house where Liang Lahua’s family was said to live. The only information on record was that Liang Lahua’s ID listed her address as Group Two of this village, with no further details.
Confounded by this unfamiliar place, Zhang Heng decided the best course was to ask locals for directions. He approached a household with their door open and inquired about Liang Lahua’s family and Group Two. They didn’t know exactly where Liang Lahua’s family lived but told him Group Two consisted of the few houses ahead.
Following this lead, Zhang Heng walked toward those houses, only to find them abandoned and some already collapsed. Realizing that Liang Lahua’s family likely no longer lived there, he concluded that the only way to learn more was to visit the village chief’s house.
When he asked the family he had just spoken to about the village chief’s whereabouts, he received an astonishing answer: the village chief no longer lived here, having moved to the market town. This seemed odd to Zhang Heng—the chief not living in his own village—but it was of little consequence to his investigation.
He set off toward the market town, which also happened to be the terminus of the private coach he had taken.
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After the exhausting trek, Zhang Heng returned to the market town as night fell. The bus services had ceased operating for the day. Unable to continue working, he decided to find accommodation and rest overnight.
However, he found no hotels, inns, or even homestays—only internet cafes and bathhouses. Finding this laughably inconvenient, he concluded that spending the night at a bathhouse was safer than at an internet cafe.
He approached the bathhouse, noticing a cartoon notice posted by the local police warning patrons to beware of pickpockets and to watch their belongings. Inside, the place was shabby—paint peeling, a worn-out reception desk—but it had a valid business license displayed and a receptionist on duty.
The receptionist greeted him warmly. Zhang Heng showed his ID and paid for a night’s stay, agreeing to an extra fee for overnight accommodation. After receiving his locker key, he went upstairs to shower and rest.
Upstairs, he was the only guest, which pleased him—no disturbances during the night. After securing his belongings, he showered and headed to the third-floor resting lounge.
Shortly after, a middle-aged woman approached him—likely the receptionist’s mother. She bluntly asked, “Sir, would you like some company? We have young ladies here, pretty and affordable—just 200 yuan for a visit, guaranteed satisfaction.”
Hearing this, Zhang Heng realized the bathhouse concealed a sordid secret. As he reached for his phone to call the police, the woman quickly added, “Sir, our girls are professional masseuses, no funny business. Their families are poor; they just want to earn a bit more. How about it?”
Feeling a twinge of sympathy and recalling his purpose—to investigate and collect evidence—he decided to avoid trouble and just spend the night.
Seeing his hesitation, the woman said, “Sir, I’ll call one for you. Just wait here.”
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Zhang Heng hastily declined: “Thank you, but no. I just want to rest. I’ve already paid for the night.”
“But sir, you came all this way, and men usually enjoy this. Let me get one for you—I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”
She turned and left, leaving Zhang Heng feeling awkward. As a policeman, he was uncomfortable; yet hearing about the woman’s difficult situation softened his resolve. He planned to pay 100 yuan to send the girl away if she arrived.
Soon, a young woman in her twenties with dyed hair and a fashionable look appeared, carrying a handbag. As she approached, Zhang Heng opened his wallet to pay her off, only to find his money missing—his wallet was empty, and all his ID cards and other items had been stolen. He was stunned.
“Sir, take off your pants. I’ll bring you a condom,” the young woman said, already starting to undress.
Furious, Zhang Heng snapped, “I’m calling the police!”
The woman smiled faintly and suddenly collapsed to the floor, screaming, “Help! He’s trying to rape me!”
Moments later, the middle-aged woman returned with two burly men wielding sticks. Zhang Heng immediately realized this was a vicious blackmail trap—more malicious than a simple scam.
He knew he had to use his wits to fight them and escape to call the police. The young woman, now holding her clothes, told the middle-aged woman, “Auntie, I came back for something I left here. But this dirty man jumped me and tore my clothes.”
She began to sob. The middle-aged woman shot a fierce look at Zhang Heng and accused, “You pervert! Trying to rape my niece in broad daylight—what do you have to say?”
Zhang Heng smiled faintly. The woman, seeing his calm, threatened, “Fine, you don’t admit it? We’ll call the police now. You know rape carries at least a three-year sentence.”
He remained silent. Growing impatient, the woman said, “Forget it. Calling the police is troublesome and might ruin my niece’s reputation. You give me 5,000 yuan, and we’ll let it go.”
Turning to the young woman, she said, “Niece, tell him to pay 5,000 as compensation. Okay?”
The young woman stopped crying, wiped her eyes, and nodded, “Okay, Auntie, I’ll listen to you.”
The middle-aged woman continued, “You pervert, understand? My niece is kind and won’t make trouble. Give me 5,000 yuan, then leave—and don’t bother the girls around here anymore.”
Zhang Heng remained silent, irritating her further. She shouted, “Are you deaf?”
As the two burly men stepped forward, Zhang Heng spoke first: “Fine, I admit it. 5,000 isn’t much. I’ll add 1,000 more—6,000 total. How’s that?”
Her eyes lit up. “Good, good. Pay up.”
Zhang Heng pretended to check his wallet. “You’re the girl’s aunt, right?”
“Yes, why?”
“Great. Come with me to my home in Yuncheng city to get the money.”
“No, you pay here. If you don’t have enough cash, we accept WeChat or Alipay.”
She showed him a WeChat payment QR code.
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Seeing the QR code, Zhang Heng thought transferring money might strengthen his evidence. He opened his WeChat wallet but found less than 1,000 yuan left. He showed the balance to the woman.
She immediately grew furious. “So, you come here broke, trying to rape and freeload?”
She snatched his phone, and the two burly men closed in.
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