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[Mobile phone number: 196*******3]

[ID card number: 501243……51.]

[Marital status: divorced.]

[Native address: No. XX Village, Qidong County, Hengyang City, Hunan Province]

[Current address: No. 18, XX Village, Baoan District, Pengcheng City (rented).]

[Occupation: Construction site handyman, daily income (current).Building materials boss, building materials sales... Factory screwing (front).]

[Monthly income: 8,000-12,000 yuan.]

[Health condition: Lumbar disc herniation (L4/L5), long-term strain, aggravated in the past year.Meniscus wear in right knee.]

One by one, like someone typing in the background, they rolled out of the screen at a constant speed.

Gu Chengan's breathing became lighter.

This is not a vague general description, but a complete personal file.

It is more detailed than the household registration system of the police station.

The messages haven’t stopped yet.

[Personality portrait: I used to be outgoing and strong, but after my bankruptcy I became more and more silent and depressed.Very strong self-esteem and extremely low self-esteem.He numbed himself with alcoholism and became heavily dependent on alcohol for the past year.There is moderate depression and severe anxiety.]

[Core social relations——]

[Ex-wife: Chen Fang, 39 years old, divorced a year ago due to her husband's bankruptcy and debts, and has now cut off contact with her.]

[Former partner: Zhao Haitao, defrauded all his working capital, leading to bankruptcy, and has lost contact to this day.]

[Son: Chen Zixuan, 15 years old, is a freshman in high school in his hometown. He hates and despises his father and refuses to meet him.]

[Workmate: Zhang Dalei, I have a good relationship with the construction site and occasionally borrow money.]

At this point, the flow of text information stopped.

A loading circle appeared in the center of the screen and rotated for a few seconds.

Then two video pause icons appear.

Click on the first one

The scene is a stylishly decorated office with a mahogany desk and a business license hanging on the wall.

Wearing a shirt and trousers, Chen Jianjun was smiling and shaking hands with customers, speaking in a lively manner. Behind him was the signboard of the Building Materials Sales Department, looking high-spirited.

The video was only ten seconds long and then it was gone.

Go back and click on the second one.

The scene is an empty factory building, with the equipment emptied out, a seal on the door, and some debt collection messages as red as blood, and there are many on the wall nearby.

Chen Jianjun squatted on the ground, holding his hair with both hands, burying his head between his legs, his shoulders shaking violently.

Returning, the third video appeared.

The picture is night.In the dark and cramped rental house, Chen Jianjun sat by the bed, videotaping his son on his cell phone.

The young man's impatient and disgusted voice came from the screen: "Don't call again, I'm embarrassed. Other people's fathers are big bosses, but you are a waste. The more business you do, the more you go back."

Chen Jianjun opened his mouth, but no words came out. The phone slipped from his hand, and he curled up on the bed, shaking silently.

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