In the afternoon, I received a few pieces of clothes from my assistant Maomao and took a nap at night. Mei Qian felt much better.

On the fifth day, another arraignment was experienced, and this time it lasted for a long time.

Facing the police, Mei Qian had no guilt at all as to other suspects.

After careful consideration, the current police should have neither witnesses who participated in tomb robbery nor proof that he had ever sold antiques.

Every cent of his property is clearly traceable, and he has no record of illegal and criminal payments on time. As for the inability to explain his origin and his life trajectory a few years ago, he, an outsider in law, could see that this alone is not enough to convict him.

The only thing I am afraid of is that I am cheated by the system.

However, after several interrogations, especially in the morning, there were still several issues.

It gave him more confidence.

There are new clues. Zhang Yu brought a lot of information about the ancient tomb this time, which seems to have many similarities with the novels published by Mei Qian. He may want to use these to pry open his mouth.

Helplessly, Mei Qian easily argued with the saying that "in ancient times, tombs all followed Feng Shui, and there were many similar ones. If you watch more archaeological documentaries, anyone can write..."

Then, Mei Qian advised the other party not to waste his energy. If he continues to investigate, it will only consume national resources and cannot condemn him.

However, no one listened to the truth, Zhang Yu looked calm, and the recorder beside him glared at Mei Qian viciously for several times.

Mei Qian was also helpless. If you look at it from another perspective, it would be very similar to a movie routine.

You know that the person in front of you is a criminal, but you can't prove it. Are you angry?

Of course, Mei Qian is not a criminal at all.

It’s just that the novel is written too much, and the brain circuit is different from that of normal people.

cough!

The detention center provided lunch boxes at noon, which were the same as those of Officer Zhang Yu and others. Not to mention that they were quite delicious.

During the break, Zhang Yu was still happily handing the cigarette, not as serious and solemn as before.

Mei Qian refused everyone, and within a while, the interrogation room became smoky.

Continued in the afternoon, compared to the anxiety in the previous few episodes, Mei Qian was obviously relaxed a little.

But just as he picked up the mineral water bottle and was about to drink a sip of water.

Zhang Yu suddenly asked: "Your hometown is Dongshan?"

Even though she was alert in her heart, Mei Qian was still stunned by this problem.

Zhang Yu smiled slightly and continued to ask: "You may not even have a name now. Where is your past? Hometown? Parents? Brothers and Sisters? Are you abandoning it if you say abandonment? Don't you feel lonely during festivals? Don't you want to reunite with them? Even if you don't have relatives, friends and playmates should always be a little? I don't believe that if you come to this world alone, you will have few close friends. If this is the case, it would be too sad."

Mei Qian put down the bottle, lowered his head for a while before he replied without saying anything: "I forgot."

Zhang Yu did not ask any questions anymore, leaned his body against the back of the chair, and looked at Mei Qian.

The two of them looked at each other like this, and the interrogation room fell into a long silence...

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Zhang Yu was destined to gain nothing because Mei Qian could not reveal that he was a time traveler and had the secrets of the system.

But it can also be said that there is no winner in this verbal confrontation.

After Mei Qian was uncuffed, she re-entered the cell.

There was cleaning inside again, and strangely, there was almost a conflict yesterday, and Ning Chi was still wiping the floor.

He only glanced at me and was not in the mood to stand up for others today.

"Yeah, after the ceremony, it's like a different person. Did you say something that shouldn't be said? The prospects are not good?"

In this cell, only Cool Ke has the only one who has the "qualification" and has the motivation to speak so sarcastically.

Mei Qian turned to the other party coldly, and uttered a word in his throat: "Get out!"

He just didn't give Ke the "head" face when he came in on the first day, and he was not as enthusiastic and respectful as others.

But I have followed all the rules I should follow, and I am still honest and low-key. It really seems that there is no big conflict between the two.

The bad thing is that he helped Ning Chi yesterday. In Mei Qian's opinion, it was a dispute that did not punish everyone in the cell.

In Ke Guangtou's eyes, Mei Qian was challenging authority and wanted to have a chance to get along with him. He arranged for Ning Chi to wipe the floor just to show the other party.

He felt that he had helped discipline for so long, and he had no credit and hard work, and he could not control a newcomer?

Mei Qian was too lazy to care about these little thoughts and small actions. He just wanted to spend this difficult time quietly. The detention center changed warehouses frequently. When he arrived at another cell, who knew whom?

Someone came to be troubled, but Coward Ke had not yet spoken, but someone else shouted: "Boy is very crazy!" But he was the first strong man to bully Ning Chi yesterday.

Before he finished speaking, the blue vests beside him also stood up.

"Do you need to teach me if you need a buddy..." The short and thick fingers were only a few centimeters from the tip of the nose. Mei Qian looked at the few people who were gradually surrounding him, and the fire in his heart suddenly popped up. With a raised foot, the strong man's body of nearly 200 kilograms flew out.

Then a series of sounds left him empty, and the provocative blue vests were kicked back to his bunk by him in an instant.

I can’t use Bajiquan to deal with a few ordinary people, and I don’t use much force, just a trick, but it actually doesn’t hurt much.

But this is simply incredible to ordinary people.

He looked at Ke Guangtou, who was opening his mouth indifferently. When he moved his feet, the other party suddenly had bleeding from his nose, and there were marks of big slippers on his face.

After a brief silence in the cell room, the sound of exhaling and inhaling came one after another.

Mei Qian's forehead was leaping with blue veins, and he felt extremely irritable.

I always think that I am a relatively restrained person, but when facing huge pressure, it is actually difficult to control my emotions.

He lost his freedom and rights by being regarded as a criminal. His days of repression have reached the critical point. The things he buried in his heart were drawn out and then provoked...

Mei Qian needed to vent at this time, but he still remained rational and kicked the wall sideways. The kick was full of force, and a loud "bang" sounded, dust fell, and a shallow pit appeared on the wall.

The harsh alarm ringing sounded, and the discipliners came very quickly, and more than a dozen people rushed in with electric batons in their hands.

"Hulala" Whether it was the blue vest that was covering her stomach and crying pain before, Ke Guangtou, who was bleeding from nose, or the idle people who were picking up their chin, they all reacted and rushed down the shop quickly and squatted against the wall.

Mei Qian, who had one foot, calmed down at this time, blinked, and finally sighed helplessly, and squatted down with his head in his arms...

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Several square meters of independent space, luxurious soft packaging repair, advanced bed-free design.

Eliminate light pollution, environmentally friendly squat toilet, 24-hour monitoring and care, and clean environment and natural noise.

This is the famous confinement room.

Of course, Mei Qian had no right to be picky, so he could only walk in with his shackles.

If you make a wrong vent in the wrong place, the consequence is that you are confined to ten days.

After the door was closed, he groped and sat down on the only cement platform.

Mei Qian deposited his mind in the system warehouse and searched for useful things.

Fortunately, I planned to go to the wilderness to collect folk songs before I set out to Nanyun, and I prepared a lot of things in the warehouse. These include:

Biscuits, spicy strips, chocolate, beer, drinks, mineral water---afraid of getting lost.

Tablet gaming consoles and several high-power power banks--afraid of boredom.

The remaining space is stored with some tent compass and some things that are drawn out but are not convenient to put on the outside world.

After thinking about it, he turned around, avoided the camera as much as possible, and lowered his body, pressed his handcuffed hands against his stomach, and squirted at himself.

The mosquitoes here are so enthusiastic that they just want to make themselves more comfortable.

Next, sit against the wall and continue reading the novels I didn’t finish reading last time.

I used to see stories that I always disagree with, thinking that if I changed myself to live in a confinement room and had a mobile phone, it would be enough. It was no big deal, but if I really experienced it, this kind of depression was hard to describe.

I only see the light for half an hour every day, and I spend all the rest of my time in the dark environment, so I can only be glad that I don’t have claustrophobia.

This is the premise that he can use his tablet computer in the space to read novels and TV series to pass the time without realizing it.

After staying for less than half a day, he began to miss the not-so-friendly cell.

I don’t know how long it took, but someone finally brought food.

I said before that the food in the detention center is unpalatable, but the confinement room is even more difficult to describe.

A steamed bun and a bowl of soup, without providing chopsticks and spoons, you can’t starve to death if you don’t have enough food, and that’s it.

He actually has a lot of delicious food, but he can't take it out, so there is no room for reason.

Putting the bowl down, he looked at the squat toilet again, thinking that if he continued, the room would smell very much.

It was not impossible to solve the problem. When he was delivered for the second time, he secretly grabbed a small pill in a steamed bun and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Fasting Pill" can be kept for three days after taking one pill. It is the best companion for getting lost in outdoor travel and being locked up in battles.

I forgot to pull out a bottle, and it would be enough for him to hit a dozen more people.

Of course, you still have to make a look every time you eat, but in fact, the broken buns have been stored in the warehouse. After all, others cannot think that he is on a hunger strike.

After a few days of confusion, Mei Qian began to worry again.

Although reading novels can distract your energy, the depression of the overall environment cannot be escaped.
To be continued...