The room is more than fifty square meters. There is a bathroom at the entrance. It exudes a smell. There are bunk beds in a circle. Most of the beds are occupied by people, both men and women. Some are already asleep, and some are curled up on the bed in a daze. Most of them are elderly and middle-aged.
There were several young people, and the imposing Yang Chenchu was in the local area, which was incompatible with the atmosphere.
prison?
Not very similar.
Yang Chen felt that this place was somewhat out of touch with the real world he lived in. Just when he was wondering, someone asked him, "Young man, you also went to Beijing to petition?"
Petition... Yang Chen suddenly realized.
It turns out that the dozens of people here are all petitioners.
However, state violence agencies do not have the power to detain petitioners at will, so why should this place detain people? Yang Chen said that he was not a petitioner, and moved slowly, trying his best to see everyone's face clearly. Some people seemed to have been tortured by life.
Numbness, dull and listless expression, while some people show high alertness.
"Why did you get in here if you weren't a petitioner?" Someone asked again. His voice didn't sound like an old man's. Yang Chen looked for his reputation. In the corner of a bunk bed, sitting on the bottom bunk, was a man wearing glasses. He was in his thirties and had some knowledge.
The temperament of molecules.
"I offended someone, so I was imprisoned." Yang Chen told the truth. He walked up to the man who asked the question and wanted to have a chat when his cell phone rang.
Wu Jie’s phone number.
"Old Wu, I'm fine. The specific location... Go north along the main road across Changping, to the foot of Yanshan Mountain. There is a large courtyard with high walls and electricity, like a prison. Okay, okay, I'll wait for you to come over." Yang
After Chen answered the phone, he asked the man with glasses if he could sit down. The man with glasses nodded.
Yang Chen sat down and asked, "What's going on here? Can we talk about it?"
"You don't know?" The man with glasses looked at Yang Chen with a smile. Seeing Yang Chen shaking his head, he sighed quietly and said, "This is the black prison where petitioners are locked up. These people are all petitioners. There are a few old people who look quite pitiful over there.
, I have been petitioning for more than ten years, and I have lost all my money in one fell swoop.
After wasting more than ten years of time, and finally being punished here, I feel that it is not worth it for them. There are also those who were humming on the beds next to the window. They came yesterday. They were very angry at first, and they were even beaten.
After two days of beating, it has subsided, and I think a batch will be sent away tomorrow."
Yang Chen frowned and asked: "Where to send it?"
"Send them back to their hometowns. If they die and can't go back, the government of their hometowns will send people to pick them up." The man with glasses talked eloquently.
"I see...."
Yang Chen nodded slowly. No wonder this kind of place could continue to exist. It turned out that he had reached a tacit agreement with the government, but he was not angry or surprised.
If you don't control it.
No matter big or small, they come to the capital to make a fuss.
What will this international metropolis with a population of 20 million look like?
If violent agencies are used to intervene, they will most likely be smeared and discredited by those who are interested.
But Yang Chen felt that relying on a private security company to do this was a bad move. He looked at the people in the room again and said to the man with glasses: "You don't look like a petitioner."
The man with glasses playfully asked, "Who do you think I look like?"
Yang Chen lowered his voice and said: "Reporter."
The man with glasses was immediately stunned, looked around, saw that no one was paying attention, and nodded slightly. He was indeed a reporter, and a reporter from CCTV.
Yang Chen asked with a smile: "Are you brave enough to go to this place to find materials, and are you not afraid of being in danger? Besides, can you report something that the government has tacitly approved?"
"Our CCTV even dares to expose the shady secrets of giant state-owned enterprises. What does this mean? One year I ran news for the 315 column team, undercover in the factory, and I was unlucky. If I was discovered, if I hadn't been clever, I would definitely have died. Do you know that at that time
The situation was like a war. I was running in front of me, and a dozen men were chasing me behind me. Some people were holding powder guns and firing at me from time to time." The man with glasses recalled the past with a sense of accomplishment.
Yang Chen smiled and said nothing.
This journalist obviously overestimates the golden brand of CCTV. News media organizations will always be the mouthpiece of the government no matter when and where. This is also true for the United States, which claims to be a model of democracy and a symbol of the free world, let alone CCTV.
Yang Chen chatted quietly with the reporter named Liang Yu. Unknowingly, more than an hour passed. Liang Yu yawned and fell asleep.
"You can sleep on top of me, but the bedding here is smelly, and you won't be able to adapt to it on the first night." Liang Yu euphemistically ordered the guests to be kicked out, and wanted to sleep.
Yang Chen smiled and said, "I have to leave soon, so there's no need to sleep."
"Leave?" Liang Yu burst into laughter, as if he had heard a joke. He had been undercover for three months. Except for him, no one in the prison wanted to escape, but he had yet to see anyone who could escape.
Peng!
Just when Liang Yu was smiling brightly, a loud noise suddenly erupted outside, alarming everyone in the room, including the guys who were snoring like thunder just now.
Those who were not sleeping jumped off the bed, climbed up to the window, and looked outside. The ones who were alerted looked around with sleepy eyes. Liang Yu was at a loss. He wanted to take a look at the window, but he heard the guy who had been chatting with him for a long time quietly said: "My buddy is here.
,I have to go now."
Liang Yu stared at Yang Chen in disbelief.
At this moment, the high-walled compound was in a panic. Two large iron doors were knocked open by armored vehicles. Six armored vehicles rushed into the compound. Several green-covered trucks were parked outside the compound. Heavily armed soldiers quickly surrounded the compound.
, a guard post was set up, and countless soldiers poured out of armored vehicles in the courtyard.
On the roof of the armored vehicle, the machine gunner rotated the 12.7 mm caliber machine gun and aimed at every suspicious point. The special guards patrolling the courtyard were frightened.
"Hold your head and squat down!"
The leading officer shouted loudly.
The special guards of Yuanding Security Company panicked and squatted down in panic when faced with a large number of heavily armed soldiers wearing aramid helmets and digital camouflage uniforms, as well as large-caliber machine guns on armored vehicles.
A Warrior off-road vehicle drove into the courtyard, and several people got out of the car. Wu Jie and Wei Ziwen were walking in front. At this time, Wu Jie, dressed in military uniform and full of murderous intent, walked into the office building of the black prison with a cold face, surrounded by dozens of people.
Inside the office.
Several young people who planned to play mahjong all night had already seen the situation outside from the window and hesitated whether to go out. The door of the office was suddenly kicked open, and dozens of majestic and majestic soldiers poured in.
"Do you still know me?"
Wu Jie stood in front of several young people with a bright smile and a slightly joking tone.
"You..." The young man who was so arrogant before faced Mr. Wu, who was wearing a straight military uniform and the rank of lieutenant colonel. His expression was as exciting as it could be. Only at this moment did he realize that he was kicking the steel plate.
Moreover, this guy is also a sensible person. He knows that Wu Jie who comes to settle a score with him is not just a lieutenant colonel. He can mobilize troops in the suburbs of Beijing in the middle of the night, which is beyond the capabilities of a small lieutenant colonel.
He has a deep background!
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he began to tremble involuntarily.
"Aren't you all awesome when we were in front of the mix? Come on, I'll practice with you." Wu Jie said, rolled up his sleeves, and told the others to wait outside.
More than a dozen people, including Wei Ziwen, exited the office and closed the door. Soon, extremely miserable howls could be heard inside, heartbreaking.
