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Chapter 7 Rejection (Part 1)

After receiving some clothes from her assistant Maomao in the afternoon and getting some sleep at night, Mei Qian felt much better.

On the fifth day, there was another arraignment, which lasted for a long time.

Facing the police, Mei Qian had no sense of guilt like other criminal suspects.

After careful inspection, the current police should have no witnesses that he participated in tomb robbing, nor evidence that he ever sold antiques.

Every penny of the source of his property is clearly traceable, and he pays taxes on time and has no illegal or criminal record. As for his inability to explain his origins and his life trajectory a few years ago, even a layman in the law can tell that.

This alone is not enough to convict him.

The only thing I'm afraid of is that I've been tricked by the system. No, I've already been tricked because of Tao Hu. Fortunately, the police don't have any other evidence. He often ran to Lijiayuan last year. There are traces of this.

It's normal to buy a bunch of things. As for why he bumped into the cultural relics in the Tang tomb, what does that have to do with him? Besides, there are so many identical things in the world, how can you be sure that this fox came from the Tang tomb in Western Shaanxi?

If something is stolen, it can't be passed down from one's ancestors?

This did not happen after several interrogations, especially in the morning when the other person kept asking the same questions over and over again, which was not threatening at all.

It made him feel more confident instantly.

It's not that there are no new clues. Zhang Yu brought a lot of information about ancient tombs this time, which seems to have many similarities with the novels published by Mei Qian. They may hope to use these to pry open his mouth.

Helpless, Mei Qian was easily dismissed by saying, "In ancient times, all tombs followed the principles of Feng Shui, and there are many similar ones. Watch more archaeological documentaries, and anyone can write..."

Then, Mei Qian persuaded the other party not to waste his efforts. Continuing the investigation would only waste state resources and would not convict him.

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

Mei Qian is also very helpless. If you look at it from another angle, it looks like a certain movie routine.

You clearly know that the person in front of you is a criminal, but you have no way to prove it. Are you angry?

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

It’s just that I’ve written too many novels, and my brain circuitry is different from that of normal people.

cough!

At noon, the detention center provided lunch boxes with the same specifications as those provided by Officer Zhang Yu and others, not to mention they were quite delicious.

During the break, Zhang Yu happily handed out cigarettes to smoke, completely lacking the seriousness and solemnity he had before.

Mei Qian refused to accept anyone who came, and soon the interrogation room became filled with smoke.

The afternoon continued. Mei Qian was obviously more relaxed compared to the previous times when he was uneasy.

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

Zhang Yu suddenly asked: "Is your hometown in Dongshan?"

Even though he was alert, Mei Qian was still stunned by this question.

Zhang Yu smiled slightly and continued to ask: "Your name may not be true now. Where is your past? Hometown? Parents? Brothers and sisters? Do you abandon these when you say abandon them? Don't you feel lonely during the holidays? Don't want to

Reunite with them? Even if you don’t have any relatives, you should still have some friends and playmates, right? I don’t believe that when a person comes into this world, he will have few close friends. If so, it would be too sad.”

Mei Qian put down the bottle, lowered his head for a while and then replied without any fluctuation in tone: "I forgot."

Zhang Yu didn't ask any more questions and leaned against the back of the chair, making eye contact with Mei Qian.

The two of them just stared at each other, and the interrogation room fell into a long silence...

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Zhang Yu is destined to gain nothing, because Mei Qian cannot reveal that he is a time traveler and has the secret of the system.

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

After Mei Qian was removed from the handcuffs, he re-entered the cell.

Cleaning was going on inside again, but strangely, there was almost a conflict yesterday, but Ning Chi was still mopping the floor.

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

"Hey, coming back from the courtroom is just like a different person. Did you say something you shouldn't have said? The future is not good, right?"

In this cell, the only one with the "qualification" and the motive to speak so eccentrically is Ke Guangtou.

Mei Qian turned to the other party coldly and uttered one word under her breath: "Get out!"

It's just that he didn't give Ke Guangtou, the "boss", face when he came in on the first day, and he didn't respect him as enthusiastically as others.

But he abided by all the rules, he was quite honest and low-key, and there was really no big conflict between the two of them.

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

In Ke Guangtou's eyes, Mei Qian was challenging authority and wanted to compete with him. He arranged for Ning Chi to mop the floor just to show him.

He felt that he had been helping to discipline the police for such a long time, without any credit or hard work, yet he still couldn't manage a new person?

Mei Qian was too lazy to care about these little thoughts and tricks. He just wanted to spend these difficult days quietly. The detention center changed cells frequently. When he got to other cells, who knew whom?

Someone came to cause trouble. Ke Guangtou had not said anything yet, but someone else shouted: "You are so crazy!" But he was the first strong man to bully Ning Chi yesterday.

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

"Do you need me to teach you..." His stubby fingers were only a few centimeters away from the tip of his nose. Mei Qian looked at the people who were gradually gathering around him, and the anger in his heart suddenly came up. With one lift, the strong man weighed nearly two hundred pounds.

The body flew out.

Then there was a series of sounds, and everything in front of him was empty. The provocative blue vests were kicked back to their bunks by him in an instant.

To deal with a few ordinary people, Bajiquan cannot be used. It does not use much force, just a burst of skillful energy, and in fact it does not cause much harm.

But this is simply unbelievable to ordinary people.

He looked indifferently at Ke Guangtou, who had his mouth wide open. When he moved his feet, the man's nose suddenly started to bleed, and there were marks from the big slippers on his face.

After a brief period of silence in the prison cell, the sounds of pain and inhalation could be heard one after another.

Mei Qian's forehead was throbbing with veins, and she felt extremely irritable.

I always think that I am a relatively reserved person, but when facing huge pressure, it is actually difficult to control people's emotions.

Being treated as a criminal and losing his freedom and rights, the repression he had been feeling for days had reached the critical point. Those things he had carefully buried deep in his heart were brought out, and then he was provoked...

Mei Qian needed to vent at this moment, but he still kept his sense and kicked the wall beside him with all his strength. There was a loud "bang" sound, the dust fell, and a shallow pit appeared on the wall.

The piercing alarm bell rang loudly, and the guards came very quickly, with more than a dozen people rushing in holding electric batons.

"Hulala!" No matter the blue vest who was holding his stomach and crying out in pain, or Ke Guangtou who was bleeding from the nose, or the idle people who were picking up their chins, they all reacted, quickly ran out of the big bunk, and squatted facing the wall.

good.

Mei Qian, who was barefoot, also calmed down at this time, blinked, and finally sighed helplessly, and squatted down with his head in his hands...

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Several square meters of independent space, luxurious soft-package decoration, and advanced bedless design.

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

This is the famous solitary room.

Of course, Mei Qian had no right to find fault, so she could only drag her feet in and walk in.

Made the wrong vent in the wrong place, and the consequences were like this: ten days of confinement.

After the door closed, he fumbled and sat down on the only concrete platform.

Mei Qian concentrated his mind on the system warehouse and rummaged for useful things.

Fortunately, I planned to go to the wild to collect wind before setting off for Nagumo, and I prepared a lot of things in the warehouse. Among them:

Cookies, spicy chocolate bars, beer, drinks and mineral water---I'm afraid of getting lost.

Tablet game console and several high-power power bank---I'm afraid of boredom.

The remaining space is used to store some tent compasses and some things that were drawn in a lottery and are not convenient to put outside.

After thinking about it, he turned around to avoid the camera as much as possible, lowered his body, put his handcuffed hands against his stomach, and squirted all over himself.

The mosquito here is so enthusiastic, he just wants to make himself comfortable.

Next, I sat down against the wall and continued reading the novel I didn’t finish last time.

I always didn't take it seriously when I read the story, thinking that if I lived in a solitary confinement room and had a mobile phone, it would be enough and it wouldn't be a big deal. But after experiencing it in real life, this kind of depression is hard to describe.

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

This is under the premise that he can use the tablet computer in the space to read novels and watch TV series to pass the time without anyone noticing.

After only staying for less than half a day, he began to miss the unfriendly cell.

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

I have said before that the food in the detention center is unpalatable, and it is even more difficult to say the same in the solitary cell.

One steamed bun and one bowl of soup, and no chopsticks or spoons are provided. If you don't feel full, you'll starve to death, so that's it.

He actually had a lot of delicious food, but he couldn't take it out, so there was no excuse.

After putting the bowl away, he looked at the squat toilet again, thinking that if he continued, the smell in the room would be very strong.

It wasn't like there was no way to solve it. When the meal was delivered for the second time, he secretly put a small pill in the steamed bun and swallowed it.

"Bigu Pill", one pill can protect you for three days. It is the best companion when you get lost when traveling in the wild, or are imprisoned due to a fight.

I forgot which time he took out a bottle, and it was enough for him to hit a dozen more people.

Of course, he still had to show off every time he ate, but in fact the broken steamed buns had been stored in the warehouse. After all, he couldn't let others think he was on a hunger strike.

After a few days of being confused like this, Mei Qian began to worry again.

Although reading novels can distract one's energy, one cannot escape from the oppression of the general environment.

Furthermore, the tablet will soon run out of power, and no matter how many power banks you use, it won’t be able to withstand frequent use.

So he set his sights on the lottery system.

Perhaps the news hasn't caught on, or maybe there are still people hyping up his arrest. His popularity has exceeded 10 million without even realizing it.

But there is no golden lottery, but ten special draws are good. At least there are more opportunities. I hope I can draw useful skills or items.

He now wants to learn some secrets or skills such as inner strength and mental methods or Buddhist visualization. He can sit cross-legged and forget himself. He can stay in a small dark room for as long as he wants. When others ask, he can meditate and gain enlightenment. He is full of composure.

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It was definitely not a dream. He felt that he was extremely talented and that he would get whatever skills he wanted on several occasions.

Of course, it is also possible that the system has a certain amount of intelligence, but it just cannot communicate?

There was no turning back arrow when he opened the bow. After drawing the Great Return Pill to recover his injuries, he was about to try his luck for the second time when the door of the confinement room was opened.

The punishment was temporarily suspended, and someone came to see him. Mei Qian thought it was Zhang Yu who was interrogating him again, but he didn't expect that this time it was not just the police, but also representatives from the Archaeological Bureau...

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PS: The above and the contents of the detention center in the previous chapters are all fabricated by the author and must not be linked to reality.


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