After entering the district police station, I was pulled directly into a small room. The older policeman locked me in and went out without caring about me. I stayed in the room alone and looked at the room carefully.
This room is very small, with nothing in it. There is only a bar on one side of the wall. I don't know what it is for.
I wanted to find a place to sit, but there wasn't even a stool.
Shit! I cursed silently in my mind.
After a while, the older policeman came in with a more ferocious-looking policeman. The two of them chatted for a few words in a low voice and looked at me quickly. Their eyes were full of sympathy and helplessness.
Then, the older policeman went out, and the more aggressive policeman took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and handcuffed me directly to a pole on the wall.
Fuck! Now I finally know what this bar is for. Since the height of the bar is neither too high nor too low, I need to half-squat to do it.
I can't stand up, and I can't sit down. This position is very uncomfortable.
Obviously, he was deliberately trying to mess with me.
I couldn't help but feel a little confused. Could it be that the person we beat had some background? Otherwise, he wouldn't have treated me like this. You know, after coming in, no notes were even taken.
Yes! The other party must have a backend.
My day...
I was alone in the room, handcuffed to the bar, and squatted for a full hour. I bent my waist and squatted my legs like this. My body became numb after a while. Let alone an hour. I felt so sad in my heart.
I became more and more angry and shouted several times, but unfortunately no one paid attention to me.
Finally, after a while, the door opened. Two people in police uniforms walked in. One of them had a paper and pen in his hand, and the other looked at me with a gloomy look. At first glance, it was clear.
With bad intentions.
When I saw these two people walking in, I couldn't help but curse loudly: "You have been holding me here for a long time. What do you want? Do you know that I can sue you if you do this?"
The policeman holding the book heard what I said and immediately shouted: "Be honest with me and don't even look at where this place is?"
"What place? This is a police station, but it is not a place for abuse of lynching. What you are doing is abuse of lynching. I will sue you." I yelled and kept shaking my arms.
The policeman got angry after I shouted, put the book in his hand on the ground, and ran towards me.
I snorted and raised my neck: "Do you want to hit me? Come on?"
"Xiao Li, forget it." Another policeman suddenly said. He looked very experienced and glanced at me: "Should we make a record first?"
There was a star on his shoulder, and I didn't know what official it was. When the policeman holding the book heard this, he opened the handcuffs on my hands, and I felt relaxed all of a sudden.
Then his legs went weak and he collapsed on the ground.
The policeman pulled my shoulder again: "Get up, don't pretend to be stupid."
I swear, if my legs weren't so sore, I would stand up and give this policeman a hard time. You want to be tortured like this for more than an hour and you can accuse me of being fake. Damn it!
I was pulled by him to stand up, and then he half-pushed me into a room next door. This room looked like it was for interrogators, and he pushed me onto a bench.
I sat down directly and stretched my waist. I felt a little better.
The policeman pushed me again and then glared at me: "You're still moving."
I curled my lips, feeling not afraid at all.
In fact, when you come into the police station, the police will look very fierce, so as to deter ordinary criminals. When ordinary people are frightened like this, they will do whatever they need to do. However, for me, he did not do this.
It's really useless.
The next step was to take notes. At first, the policeman with the notebook asked the question first, while the more experienced one sat next to me. He didn't speak much and just looked at me coldly.
"Name?"
"Lin Feng, Shuangmulin, Maple Leaf's Feng. He is 20 years old, lives in ****, ID number..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" The policeman who was taking the transcript slapped the table and yelled with eyes wide open: "You just answer whatever I ask you?"
I smiled and said, "You're going to ask questions anyway, so I'll answer them all in one go. I'll save you the trouble?"
This policeman was also young and energetic. After hearing what I said, he got angry again. The more experienced policeman next to him winked at her, and then he suppressed his anger and quickly wrote something in his notebook. Then he raised his head and looked at me.
One glance: "Do you know why I brought you here?"
I nodded: "I know, because of the fight. Some gangsters extorted my money and beat me. I fought with them in self-defense, and then our instructor helped me beat..."
"Haha, just in self-defense." The policeman laughed and said: "Then why do you have nothing on your body, but the other party has a broken arm? Let me tell you, the broken person is still in the hospital to have his bones repaired!" I sneered twice:
"They brought it upon themselves. If he hadn't stabbed me with a knife, could I have kicked his hand?"
The policeman wanted to speak again, but the more experienced policeman waved his hand to stop him, and then coughed twice: "You don't need to say so much, just tell me what happened this morning?"
"I was preparing for military training in the morning, and the other gangster..."
"Don't open your mouth and act like a fool while keeping your mouth shut. The people on the other side are all students from your school, they are not gangsters..."
I shook my head: "I don't know. I only know that when they extorted money from me, I thought they were gangsters. Of course I wouldn't give it to them when they extorted money from me. Then they beat me, and I naturally fought back.
Our military training instructor also helped me block a few times, and then that was it."
"Hmph! So you're pretty good at fighting?" the old policeman said with a sullen face.
"It's because they are so bad." I shook my head: "You said that if you handcuffed me, it counts as an arrest or something, you have to give me an explanation, right?"
"I will give you due procedures." The old policeman said calmly: "Are you a student of the school?"
I pointed to my clothes: "Look, you're not just a student, you're also a freshman."
"Very good, a freshman can hit so well. I advise you to be honest. Several of the people you hit are still in the hospital with serious injuries. Do you know the nature of this?"
I didn't say anything, just sneered.
The old policeman changed his tone and continued: "We are now making a record for you. You'd better take the initiative to explain and take the initiative! If you don't say anything, we can still find out, and then you will be passive.