After three or four minutes, the clerk who called Bingzi walked to the guard room while holding up his trousers and shaking the water drops on his hands. He stuck his head and asked, "Has the meal been delivered?"
"...104!" The guard looked up and said while playing with his cell phone.
"It's only one hundred yuan, I owe four yuan first!"
"Are you addicted to taking advantage of me? I'm living with just four dollars! Damn it," the guard said unhappily.
"I'll give it to you later, I'll give it to you later!" Bingzi grinned and said vaguely, carrying the take-out foam box on the table, turned and walked into the corridor.
...
"Snapped!"
The soldier placed the foam box on the tabletop connected to the iron chair.
"Say it earlier, otherwise it will be over. What are you doing with your eggs!" Bingzi wrote while taking out the key from his waist, took off the cuffs from one of Tan Yong's wrists, and tied them to the armrest of the iron chair with a bang.
Go up, then bend down, pull Tan Yong's legs and say: "Stretch in and out!"
"...No need, isn't this chair locked?" Tan Yong lowered his head and asked with a frown.
"It's better to be safe. You're safe and so am I. Hurry up!" Bingzi replied, grabbing Tan Yong's leg with both hands and stuffing it into the cuffs welded on the legs of the stool with a bang.
"Hoo ho!"
Bingzi stood up, his face flushed from suppressing it, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out two dishes and a large bowl of rice from the foam box, opened the disposable chopsticks, and said in a rough voice: "The dishes are quite good.
Hard, let’s straighten it out!!!”
"Let's eat something together??" Tan Yong raised his head and asked.
"...I don't want to eat this meal, haha!" Bingzi smiled, turned around and lit a cigarette, sat down on the chair next to the interrogation table, and put his feet on the table.
I picked up a novel from the drawer and read it at a glance.
Tan Yong looked at the food, paused for a moment, gritted his teeth, and stuffed it into his mouth hungrily. The soldier heard the sound of feeding pigs, frowned and glanced at Tan Yong, shook his head, sighed, and said lightly
: "Slow down, they are writing the dossier, they will have to wait for a while before asking you, don't be in a hurry!"
"...Ahem...Give me some water, I'm a little choked!" Tan Yong stuck his chopsticks in the rice and swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva.
"...When you meet our group, just have fun secretly. If someone else doesn't peel off your skin, they've already spoiled you. Can I still order takeout for you?" Bingzi said irritably.
After saying a sentence, he stood up and ran, wrote something in ink, pushed the door open and walked out, and went to another room to get mineral water.
"Whoa, whoa!"
He just went out. Tan Yong held chopsticks in one hand and quickly started stirring in the bowl. He rummaged around three or four times. The head of the chopsticks touched something. Tan Yong looked down and quickly took it out!
This was a piece of paper, which was folded and placed in the rice. Tan Yong was stunned for a moment, put his chopsticks on the iron table hanging on his legs, and then opened the paper with his hands!!
"Papa...!"
Six milky white pills were scattered in the note and fell on the table. He took a look at the crumpled note, which had four words written on it: "Bailed pending trial!!"
"...!" Tan Yong stared blankly at the pills on the table, gritted his teeth, and muttered: "Fuck you!! I don't even know what the heck this is.
Yes!! Just release on bail pending trial! I know what this is!! Just eat it blindly...!"
"Tap tap...!"
There was a noise at the door, and Tan Yong became nervous.
"What are you doing, why don't you leave?" A voice came from outside the door.
"You're keeping company with Brother Tan. What are you doing?" This was Bingzi's voice.
"My partner and I will go to her house to watch a movie!"
"Fuck, I'm so happy!"
"Haha, let's go!"
There were constant sounds of soldiers and chatter outside the door. Tan Yong was sweating on his forehead, staring at the pills on the table, and entered the stage of war between heaven and man in his heart.
"squeak......!"
The iron door slowly opened, and time seemed to stand still for an instant, passing very slowly!!
"Bang!"
When the iron door was completely pushed open, the soldier walked in, carrying half a bottle of mineral water, placed it on the iron table, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you? You're covered in sweat?"
"...Oh...Oh...It's okay, there is no ventilation in this room, it's a bit stuffy!"
"Brother, do you think I can turn on the air conditioner for you?" Bingzi asked speechlessly.
"...Thank you, I want to be able to go out...!" Tan Yong said this halfway, and stopped abruptly with a self-deprecating smile.
"Well, you can definitely get out!" Bingzi nodded with a smile, turned around and ran towards the interrogation table.
"Bang!"
At this moment, Tan Yong's right leg twitched unconsciously, and his knee bounced up, hitting the bottom of the iron table!!
"What happened?" Bingzi quickly turned around and asked.
"No...no...nothing!" Tan Yong's face was extremely pale. The pores on his face were like water pipes, and fine beads of sweat kept flowing out. His whole body was trembling, and he murmured to himself: "
Damn it...what the hell is JB doing...why are you so flustered!"
"What did you say?" Bingzi felt something was wrong with Tan Yong, so he took a step forward, pulled at his shoulders, and bent down to ask.
"...I'm a little excited after eating, it's okay, it's okay!" Tan Yong was perfunctory with the soldiers, his heart beat violently, and after the body twitched, he suffered a brief cramp. Tan Yong was not affected by it at all.
Thought control, Shuanglang, Shuanglang, the three limbs locked in the cuffs were struggling constantly.
"What the hell happened to you!!" Bingzi shouted and asked.
"puff!!!"
Tan Yong opened his mouth, and the undigested food in his stomach sprayed on the soldier's face. His head leaned back and banged against the back of the iron chair. His eyeballs bulged, and he violently pumped air into his lungs, causing his throat to ache.
With a hissing sound.
"Come here! Come here!!!! Something happened!!" Bingzi reacted very quickly. Seeing Tan Yong like this, he quickly took out the key, grabbed his ankle with his palm, and drove the car tremblingly.
"Handcuffs," he kept shouting outside.
"Plop!!"
When the shackles on both ankles were all opened, Tan Yong threw himself on the ground with his wrists still connected to the handcuffs. The iron stool he pulled made a loud crunching sound, and the plates and bowls on the table fell to the ground with a clatter.
...
"Ahem, cough, cough...help me...help me!" Tan Yong grabbed his neck with his palms, slammed his thighs on the iron chair, and begged to the soldier.
"Why the hell did you fall down?! How can I save you!!" Bingzi asked anxiously.
"Bang!"
"What happened???"
"How did this happen?"
Five or six people rushed in from outside. They looked at Tan Yong on the ground and asked in shock.
"...Old Huang...Old Huang...hurt...hurt...uh...uh...!" Tan Yong looked at everyone, raised his hands and spoke intermittently, tilted his head, and spoke in a vague voice.
He was drooling with white foam, staring at his big round eyes, and his body slowly calmed down!!
...
At the door of the Commission for Discipline Inspection, the proprietress of the couple's home-cooked food pushed a trolley to the door. Carrying a basket covered with white cloth, she walked up the steps to the door and said with a smile: "Brother, the local tax department also ordered a few orders today.
I sent it to you on the way, I’m late, sorry!”
"...Didn't you send it off??" The guard put down his cell phone and replied in confusion.