"I'm in your hands. I can't run away or stand on my tiptoes. What's there to be afraid of? I'll cooperate with you well.”Eighty said.
Zhang Guilan and the other criminal police officers accompanied No. 8 out of the interrogation room. The street lights in the courtyard were soft and bright, much better than the strong lights in the interrogation room. No. 8 looked up at the sky. It was clear and the moon was high up in the sky. What was Yuan Yingying doing at his house in such weather? She was such a beautiful woman. Could she really be a criminal? If that were the case, he would be in deep trouble.
After walking through a corridor guarded by armed police, they arrived at the detention center. Zhang Guilan said," Go in."”
After Xiaoba entered, he felt that it was not as easy as he had imagined. It was even more troublesome than the interrogation room of the criminal police. After filling in the forms one by one, he still had to take a photo of this sloppy face. In his opinion, his old face was already on file with the police. Even if he ran to the horizon, someone would recognize him. After the photo was taken, they began to disinfect him. This was a special period. It was not good to be infected with any virus. It would infect every prisoner in the prison. However, he also felt that it was very fresh. He had never been disinfected like this before. It was better to be disinfected than not to be disinfected. What kind of place was prison? It was a social place. A social place was much more serious than an ordinary place. In the end, he took off all of No. 8's clothes and changed into the prison uniform with the prisoner number printed on it.
Just because she wanted to have a good night's sleep, why didn't Zhang Guilan and the others get a bed in her interrogation room for the night? What kind of neighbors were they? She was thinking of ways to make him look bad.
Xiaoba, who had changed into his prison uniform, was led to the cell by the guards. The guard was not old, but he felt alert. "Simply moving forward." the guard said to Eighty.
Eighty walked in front while the guard walked behind. They were on guard. Lil Eight knew that this guard was afraid that he would play dirty. Even if Lil Eight wouldn't do anything out of line, it was good to be on guard. This was called foolproof.
"How did you get in? Which one?" the guard asked.
Little Eighth couldn't see the guard. He could only hear his voice coming from behind. However, Lil Eight was really unable to answer the guard's question. How was he supposed to explain it to him? Running a red light? Obviously not. Was he a car thief? The guard would believe this accusation, but he didn't believe it himself. He couldn't believe that he had become a car thief in such a short time.
"I've been conflicted about the question you asked. Even now, I don't know what's wrong with me to come to this detention center. I feel like I'm about to die of injustice.”Eighty said.
"Don't you know what you've done? Could it be that they would accuse you wrongly? Wake up, don't think you're lucky or you'll regret it.”The guard said," Stop, this is the room.”
Eighty stood still and watched the guards open the cell door. " Go in," the guard said again." You better behave yourself inside.”
The guard pushed No. 8 into the cell. The room was very dark, and the street lights from the open cell door shone dimly on the floor. It was not very clear, but he could still see where he was standing. Just as he was about to look around, the guard had already closed the cell door. The cell was dark again.
It was already very late. The prison stipulated that the lights should be turned off at nine o'clock sharp. It seemed that the prisoners in the room had already gone to bed. Just as Eighty was thinking about this, the lights in the room suddenly lit up. A 40-Watt energy-saving lamp on the roof lit up in this big room.
The room was very clean, and there was no dirt on the floor. The empty floor in the middle was surrounded by prisoners 'beds.
The cleanliness was good, but the smell inside was unbearable. There was the smell of feet, sweat, urine, and all kinds of smells that could be imagined or not. They assaulted your nose. This special smell was only found in prison.
Eighty glanced around. There were about fifty beds. The upper and lower bunks were already full, but there were only five or six people on the lower bunk. He was thinking, why was there no one on the lower bunk? She walked towards the empty lower bunk on the left. As soon as she sat down, she heard someone shout," Hey, hey, hey.”
Eighty was stunned. He didn't know who was talking, and he didn't know who was talking like that. He didn't react in time.
"I'm talking to you." A short man with a scar on his face pointed at Eighty and said.
No. 8 looked left and right. Seeing that there was no one on either side except him sitting there alone, he realized that he was talking to him. He said," Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense? If I don't talk to you, would I talk to a ghost?”Scarface said fiercely," Who told you to sit down? Why don't you even know the rules? Do you need me to teach you?”
Little Eighth saw that this scar-faced man was not someone to be trifled with, so he spoke with a provocative tone. Looking at the prisoners on the other bunks staring at him with evil intentions, No. 8 thought that he had caused so much trouble just to get a good night's sleep. It seemed that his dream of getting a good night's sleep would be ruined. "What rules? It's my first time here and I don't know. What do you want me to do?”
"It looks like this is your first time here and you don't know anything. Let me ask you, which crime did you commit?”Scarface asked again.
No. 8 said," It's not a big deal. It's just a small matter. Besides, I didn't do anything wrong.”
"If you didn't commit any crimes, why did you get caught? Theft, rape, fraud, abduction, murder?”Scarface said," The police asked you what your crime was.”
"Maybe it's related to theft?" When Eighty said this, he really didn't know which crime he had committed. He couldn't explain it clearly now that he was involved in such a complicated matter.
"Then you'll be charged with theft here.”Scarface said," There are quite a few people in our account who have committed theft. Stand up!”
Little Eighth didn't know that there were so many nonsense rules in this prison. He just wanted to think about the things that had happened in the past few hours for the sake of tonight's troubles. He wanted to have a good sleep here, but he didn't expect things to go contrary to his wishes. He was sleepy. No. 8 was tired from all the trouble today. He didn't have any energy left. He didn't want to get into a bad relationship with these people. He wanted to have a good sleep. He just wanted to let them do what they wanted. He just wanted to stand up. If he wanted to stand up, he would stand up.
The prisoners on the bunks were in high spirits. Ever since No. 8 entered the room, they were all in high spirits. They changed from lying down to sitting, their eyes wide with excitement. They were afraid of missing every shot. It seemed that it would take a long time for a new prisoner to live in a cell.
Little Myna gave them goosebumps. What was this place? The place where the criminals were locked up was filled with all kinds of scumbags. There was nothing they couldn't say or do. God, they were the second in command. Who knew what would happen when they were with these people? Thinking of this, Little Eighth's sleepiness was gone. He carefully prepared himself for what was going to happen.
Scarface continued," Don't you know the new rules?”
Eighty looked sincere." I really don't know. It's my first time here. Please forgive me."”
The prisoners didn't say anything. They just looked at Scarface and said. However, from their eyes, it seemed that things weren't that simple.
" Alright," Scarface said." I'll let you know the rules here today. Go and stand by the wall at the door, quickly!”
Little Eighth looked around. None of the prisoners came out to mediate the situation for him. In other words, they all agreed with what Scarface had done. Of course, they could not tell if it was a bad thing or a good thing.
Little Eighth stood at the foot of the wall at the door.
"Do you know how to make a gesture of holding your head up?”
Eighty stood still.
"Do you know how to stand upside down?”
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