Young Master Duan in Beijing, who doesn't know that he is the most noble person, standing at the top of the pyramid, how could his cultivation allow him to laugh at a prisoner?
He was sitting there, calmly, his eyes swept over indifferently. His noble aura had a chilling sense of nobility, which was so incompatible with this place.
"I didn't expect you to actually come." Han Jiaguo said in a hoarse voice. He had been imprisoned for almost a month. No one interrogated him, and no one came to visit him. Even the entire prison was dark, and he couldn't tell whether it was daytime outside.
Still dark.
He had always known that the Discipline Inspection Commission was very good at judging people, and he had never thought anything of it before. Only when he tried it himself did he really understand why none of the officials got away once they came in.
Plea guilty, and you will get an accurate answer when asked in court.
It's because I'm scared, I'm tortured to the point of being scared.
You want to survive, but you can't survive in those days when there is no distinction between day and darkness.
How can people who have been accustomed to enjoying themselves survive it? They can persist for one or two days, but as time goes by, their hearts start to panic. When you panic, you know you are afraid. When you know you are afraid, you know what regret is.
Han Jiaguo couldn't say that he regretted it, he could only say that...why, he obviously had a good hand, but he was beaten to such a bad result by himself.
It was obvious that the Han family was well-respected in Beijing when it was in the hands of Mr. Han. How come things got worse and worse in his hands, and they actually became prisoners by then.
Han Jiaguo has been thinking about it for so many days, and his head is about to explode, but he has not been able to come up with a reason.
"It really surprises me that you can come. If you want to say who hates me the most in this world, I can't think of anyone else except you." Han Jiaguo laughed at himself, but the cruelty in his eyes was huge.
He started, "You obviously have to call me uncle. You are so ignorant. Once the old man passed away, you didn't even enter the Han family."
"What the hell, is my uncle so embarrassing? Hahaha, your mother loved me very much back then. Whatever the old man gave her, I just gave it to me secretly afterward as long as I coaxed her secretly."
"The love of a bowl of rice, bah! That bowl of rice was originally meant to be fed to the dog, but as a result, the dog failed to feed it and poured it into Han Muning's mouth. Ha, thinking about it now, I was really stupid back then!
"
He said that he could not stir up Duan Zhaoan's calm expression at all, but he stood up, turned around and walked out without another glance, "This man has a mental problem. He should be sent directly to a mental hospital."
If you don't die, you will be tortured for the rest of your life.
The love of a bowl of rice was remembered by his mother for a lifetime. Before she died, she even sent a message to her eldest aunt, asking her to help Han Jiaguo no matter what.
It turns out that this is a bowl of rice.
I'm sorry, Mom, I can't keep your last words.
Han Jiaguo never expected that he would just leave. Unkempt and disheveled, he stood up. Frightened by Duan Zhaoan's words, he screamed loudly: "Duan Zhaoan, don't you just keep me here because you want to know something from my mouth?
! Come back, come back! I’ll tell you everything, I’ll tell you everything!”
Madhouse, he actually wanted to send him to a madhouse?
Where is that place? It is a place where a bunch of lunatics are imprisoned! How could he go to a lunatic asylum when he is a normal person?
It's better to just kill him.
Duan Zhaoan's movements were graceful, but he stopped with a hint of arrogance.
