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When the first ray of sunshine shines on the land of Urumqi, the gate of the heavy prison area is opened, which means that the death row prisoner will be taken to the execution ground and bid farewell to the world in a disgraceful way.

Huang Bin, 4th Superintendent, Sun Guoren, 5th Superintendent, and Li Guorong, 7th Superintendent, were taken out of the cell, and Yang Luo and Li Jianzhi walked side by side at the end.

Jian Jian Li whispered: "I'm going to hand over the shift, and they still have to meet their families for the last time. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Yang Luo smiled and said, "Go, it's nothing wrong anyway!"

Jian Jian looked at Yang Luo and hesitated to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, just nodded: "Okay, although this violates the regulations, it's not a big problem. But one thing is, don't contact them again after you go, just stand in the distance and watch with me."

Yang Luo agreed and followed Jian Jian Li to the handover hall. The middle-aged discipline who accepted Yang Luo and the others yesterday was also there. Only then did Yang Luo realize that the middle-aged discipline was named Pan Yuehong, who was the instructor of the detention center.

Today, Pan Yuehong's face was not so serious, but showed a kind and warm smile, "Today, you three will go on the road. Before the execution, I will send each of you a cigarette."

Sun Guoren and Huang Bin smiled and took the cigarette with both hands, but Yang Luo could tell at a glance that their smiles were pretending. After all, no one would not feel afraid of death. But at this time, they would not be able to die, so they suppressed their fear of death in their hearts and showed calmness.

"I want to appeal, I can't die." Li Guorong kept shouting, his legs trembling.

Pan Yuehong lit the cigarette to Li Guorong: "The High Court has long rejected your appeal. If I had known, why should I have been there now?" After saying that, he took out the three plastic bags, "Okay, change your clothes!"

After Huang Bin and Sun Guoren finished smoking, they began to change into new clothes, but only Li Guorong kept shouting to appeal.

Pan Yuehong ignored him, looked at Huang Bin and said, "This set of white clothes was specially prepared for you by your mother. She said you were guilty during your lifetime, but I still hope you can go on the road with ease."

The smile on Huang Bin's face froze. He thought for a while and said, "I'm sorry for my mother, and my daughter and wife, but now everything is too late." He looked at Pan Yuehong sincerely, "Thank you Pan Jiao!" Then he looked at Jian Jian Li, "Thank you too, thank you for someone like me, you can still treat me as a human being, I thank you!" After saying that, he bowed deeply to the two people.

Sun Guoren's mentality was no longer quiet, and tears fell down, and he cried bitterly: "I have a daughter in Japan. I really don't know what will happen after my daughter knows that I will die."

At this time, Li Guorong also knew that the situation was hopeless. He tried a lot of effort to change his clothes. He said in a trembling voice: "Church Pan, is someone from my family?"

Pan Yuehong sighed and said in a heavy voice: "I went to each of your house in person last night, and I tried my best to talk, but they didn't want to come and they all said that they would definitely take you home for burial."

The eyes of the three of them dimmed at the same time, and Pan Yuehong said, "Okay, eat something, you will go on your way after eating."

Since no one of the three made a request, the detention center only prepared three bowls of egg noodles. Huang Bin and Sun Guoren reluctantly ate a few bites, but only Li Guorong did not eat or drink, and was still saying that he wanted to appeal.

Han Bin glanced at Li Guorong and said, "There are all kinds of medicines in the pharmacy, but there is no medicine for regret. Now I really want to live again."

When the sun shone through the glass windows, the court's bailiff came. The bailiff took the three of them away. Pan Yuehong watched them get into the prison van and breathed a sigh of relief: "The three sinful souls have repaid the sins they committed with their lives." After saying that, he glanced at Yang Luo, "I hope you can do it yourself too." Then he turned and left.

Jian Jian Li took out a cigarette in his pocket and handed it to Yang Luo. Then he lit one himself, looked at the disappeared prison car and whispered: "I really didn't expect that Huang Bin would tell me such a big secret in the end."

Yang Luo took a sip of smoke, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the sun that was gradually emitting heat in the sky: "If a person is about to die, his words are good, and if a bird is about to die, his song is sad. In this world, there are no bad guys who are extremely evil, nor are there any good guys who are extremely good."

Jian Jian tilted his head and looked at Yang Luo: "I have seen all kinds of prisoners, all kinds of crimes, but I can't see through you. This feeling makes me very upset, but for some reason, I have a sense of trust in you without reason." Speaking of this, Jian Jian laughed at himself, "Is this ridiculous? A policeman who manages a prisoner trusts a prisoner so much!"

Yang Luo didn't say anything: "Send me back!"

Jian Jian nodded and followed Yang Luo back to the cell building. But when he came outside the cell, Jian Jian Jian suddenly said, "Don't you want to tell me something?"

Yang Luo blinked: "What did you say?"

Jian Jian Li said: "For example, in your past, I really want to know what kind of environment you grew up in. I can feel that you are a person with great ability. I believe that no matter what you do, you will become a very few people standing at the top of the pyramid. But why did you go on the road of crime and end up like this?"

"Ha!" Yang Luo suddenly laughed, "Do you know? I, Yang Luo, rarely go to appreciate anyone, you are one of them."

Jianshe Li also smiled, "For your words, should I buy a bottle of wine and celebrate it well?"

Yang Luo nodded seriously: "You should, there are really few people who can make me Yang Luo appreciate it."

Jianshe Li patted Yang Luo on the shoulder, "If you were not a prisoner, I think we would definitely become good friends, the kind of friends that can be made in love."

Yang Luo looked at Jian Jian Li: "Can't I, a criminal, become your friend?"

Jian Jianyi Li: "No, we are already friends now, but we can only be friends and cannot make friends with each other."

Yang Luo pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, after all, we are people from two worlds, I still have a heart-to-heart talk, I want to tell you."

Jian Li said, "Say!"

Yang Luo said: "In this small detention center, there is no room for development. If possible, find a way to transfer it out. Although the outside world is big, as long as you have the courage to break out of this cage, I believe that with your ability, no matter how big the outside world is, there will be a stage for you to perform."

Disciple Li was silent for a moment and smiled bitterly: "My dream since I was a child was to be a criminal policeman, but dream is a dream. It is too far from reality. I have excellent grades in all subjects in the police academy, but I have no strength or money, so I can only be a disciplinary policeman here."

Yang Luo pondered for a while. He really admired this guy's character and nature, but he didn't know how capable he was.

Jian Jian Li looked at Yang Luo thinking about something, but he did not rush to open the cell door, but took out a cigarette in his pocket and lit it.

After a while, Yang Luo smiled casually. Not to mention whether he has the ability or not. At least this guy is still a talent in some aspects, and he has the responsibility to push it out.

Thinking of this, Yang Luo looked at Jian Li and said, "Do you have paper and pen?"

Jianshe was stunned. He didn't know what Yang Luo was going to do, but he took out a small notebook in his pocket, and a ballpoint pen was held on the cover and handed it to Yang Luo.

Yang Luo took it and flipped it out. All the records were recorded were the names of the prisoners and the content of the conversation. This shows that Li Jianzhi is still a person with a relatively delicate mind, and being delicate mind is also a necessary condition for being a criminal policeman.

Yang Luo didn't look closely, and tore off a blank page, wrote down his name on it, and handed it to Jianjian Li: "You should know the name Liu Cunyang!"

Jian Jian frowned and after a while hesitantly said: "Our Director?"

Yang Luo nodded: "Go and find him, and then hand him this piece of paper and tell him about your dream!"

Jianshe wanted to laugh, but when he saw Yang Luo's serious expression, his open mouth couldn't laugh. He took it mechanically, put the notebook and pen in his pocket, and then stared at the two words flying and phoenixes on the piece of paper. Even the smoke that had burned in his hand was forgotten. It was not until his hand was burned that he came back to his senses and stared at Yang Luo with his eyes.

"Are you kidding me?"

Yang Luo grinned and showed his white teeth: "You think you're joking!" After that, he patted the iron door of the cell, "Open it!"

Jian Jian Li's brain was in chaos. He silently opened the cell door. Yang Luo pushed open the door and stepped into the cell with one foot. Then he turned around and said, "By the way, what's your name?"

Li Jianjiao said conditionedly: "Li Zhe!"

Yang Luo nodded: "Didn't you ask me to tell you something? Then let me say something, you are still too young, you must be cautious when doing things." After saying that, he pointed to his eyes and head, "Remember, no matter what happens, you must observe more with your eyes, think more with your head, and treat everything calmly." After saying that, he walked into the cell and slammed the door.

Li Zhe looked blankly at the closed cell door, then locked the door in a mess, and made a handover with his colleagues. At noon, he actually appeared at the gate of the municipal bureau, and he kept holding the signature paper Yang Luo gave him in his hand.

When he looked up at the solemn office building, he laughed mockingly, and he didn't know why he ran to the city bureau in a daze. Then he looked down at the paper in his hand and smiled mockingly. Could it be that he really took the prisoner's signature to find the director? I guess whoever knows it will feel ridiculous and call himself an idiot.

Thinking of this, Li Zhe turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly heard someone shouting behind him: "Li Zhe, why did you come here?"

Li Zhe looked back and smiled. He actually was his old classmate Liu Wu, and he was the best friend. He is now in the SWAT team: "It's okay to get off work, so he sneaked here alone."

Liu Wu hugged Li Zhe's shoulder: "I thought you were in the bureau to do business. Since there was nothing wrong, we haven't met for almost a month. We just happened to find a place to drink."

Li Zhe said: "Okay, but why did you come here too?"

Liu Wu said, "I came over with us. I ran out without me." After saying that, he accidentally saw the piece of paper that Li Zhe held in his hand and asked curiously, "What is he holding?"

Li Zhe said, "It's nothing!" He was about to throw it away after saying that.

Liu Wu snatched it over, smiled and said in a very vulgar way: "It's not that I'm interested in any girl in the game, and I'm here to send love letters."

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