As the iron lock was removed and the door opened, outdoor light shone into the detention room.
Zhou Wenzhong immediately put the small bench into the space and felt his eyes were a little sore.
"Ah...my arm hurts."
"Stop howling. The smell in this room is really...hurry up and open the window."
"Haha!"
Da Liu waved his hand under his nose and led a policeman with a strange face in.
Turning on the light first and then opening the curtains, I saw Zhou Wenzhong hunching and standing on tiptoes, with his cotton shoes thrown aside. The saliva in his mouth flowed back and forth through his cheeks for 2 minutes, and flowed out from the corners of his mouth and ticked on the cotton-padded jacket on his chest.
There was a white stain on it.
"What's the matter with you?"
"I've had a hereditary disease since I was a child. I'm prone to convulsions when I'm stimulated. Fortunately, you came early and the sound of opening the iron door woke me up. Otherwise, I would have easily died from convulsions."
"Look, are you the one in charge of the film?"
"I don't need to look at it at all. Brother Liu, can you identify all the people in the Tianqiao? Since the household registration book says they live in Nanluogu Lane, then I will take them back."
The unfamiliar-looking police officer looked at the cardboard box on the table and asked, "Brother Liu, we don't do things like this, right? Where is the physical evidence in the box?"
"It's handed over to the public."
"Then what should I explain when I go back?"
"It's a punishment. We brothers can't give you a trip for nothing, right?"
"Okay, okay, I'll take him. Give me a copy of the interrogation record."
"Prick it... take it."
"That's not right. There's nothing written on it except personal information. There's nothing useful at all."
"Go back and fill it out yourself. I would like to advise you, this kid just said that he has a family disease. Look at him like this. Don't make it end badly."
The angry-faced police officer then walked up to Zhou Wenzhong, covered his nose and looked around with a frown.
"Did you remember anything?"
"have no idea."
"Brother Liu, you guys can't do it either. This guy is so stubborn."
"Haha~ We detained him here at around 10 a.m., and it's almost 4 p.m. now. I know you have a lot of talents at the Hongxing Police Station, so take him back and interrogate him yourself."
"It's almost 6 o'clock?"
"What do you think."
"Please help me unlock the handcuffs. I'm not causing trouble."
Da Liu walked to Zhou Wenzhong and took out two small keys to open the lock.
"hiss…"
Zhou Wenzhong took a cold breath and sat on the ground wearing cotton shoes, leaning his back against the wall and rubbing his shoulders.
"Let's go, let's go. Stand up quickly, hold your cardboard box, and take your household registration book. Don't let me say it a second time."
"Eh."
Zhou Wenzhong was handcuffed with his hands in front of him and a cardboard box was held in his arms.
"I'll borrow the handcuffs for use and return them the next time I pass by your school."
"no problem."
"Walk!"
Zhou Wenzhong was kicked in the back and he staggered a few steps before he could stand still.
I followed the police comrades to the Hongxing Police Station, and the rate of turning around was really high along the way. There were even children who picked up stones on the ground and threw them at Zhou Wenzhong's head.
At the intersection on the street, a group of people were carrying packed backpacks, with enamel teapots and towels hung around their waists. They were holding bamboo poles and waving the red flags on them, shouting slogans:
[Receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants]
[Implement the latest instructions of the great comrade into the rural areas]
[Take root in the countryside thoroughly]
The eyes of this group of people were full of excitement, and they were admired by the crowd. Zhou Wenzhong lowered his head and walked quickly past them.
In Yanbu Gui's house in the courtyard, Liu Haizhong sat at the dining table with a graceful look, looking at the three aunts who were crying.
"Lao Yan, his wife, I understand everything you said. I would say you found the wrong person from the beginning!"
"His second uncle, what you said is absolutely correct. You should learn from the beginning..."
"That's right! How can Lao Yi help you? It's good that he doesn't cause any trouble for you. Okay, let your children buy two cigarettes, and I'll go to the Hongxing Police Station to ask you."
Liu Haizhong stood up and walked out of the Yan family's main room, holding his hands behind his back and raising his head to look in the direction of the central courtyard.
"His second uncle, what cigarettes do you want to buy?"
"I know your family doesn't have cigarette tickets, so just buy two big ones for the front door, and I'll take them to your house. You can't give away 20 cents a pack of cigarettes during the Chinese New Year, right? Go ahead, go ahead."
Liu Haizhong waved his hand, and Yan Jiecheng took the 8 yuan handed over by the third aunt and ran to the supply and marketing cooperative.
"Everyone who celebrates the New Year must bring the same thing. Who gives a child gift to relatives when visiting relatives?"
The third aunt asked hesitantly: "Do I still have to give it away?"
"You can do it as you see fit. It's okay if you don't send it away. Anyway, it's all for Lao Yan's sake."
"His second uncle, what do you think we should buy something else? Our family's money is all collected by Lao Yan, so we don't have much room in our hands now."
"Whatever, you can buy a Gongnong brand Tequ, or a box of Jingzhi Baigan wine. Anyway, it's only 1 yuan and 25 cents per bottle. It's not particularly expensive, and it's nice to give as a gift."
"So much money?"
"If you think it's expensive, forget it. I haven't told you to buy Xifeng wine or Fen wine yet. Do you have a drink ticket? There is no ticket for the two I just mentioned."
"You are free to go to Jiaodaokou Supply and Marketing Cooperative to buy a liter of that... Tequ wine. Mom will give you the money."
"A carry of 6 bottles is exactly 7.5 yuan."
"Don't run so fast on the road. These wines are very valuable."
"I see."
Yan Jiefang glanced at the second uncle with the money in his arms, opened the door and ran out.
In the interrogation room of the Hongxing Police Station, the police comrades unlocked Zhou Wenzhong's handcuffs. Waving his hands angrily, Zhou Wenzhong walked to the corner and squatted down.
The policeman who led him in yawned, poured a glass of water and put it on the table.
"Can you smoke? Have one."
"Won't."
"Then where did you get the red sword smoke from before?"
"Picked up on the ground,"
"Haha~ After all, you are from our Nanlu Guxiang. As a man, if you didn't embarrass us at the Tianqiao Police Station today, then..."
"Dong dong dong dong...Xiao Shen, are you back? I looked at the lights in the room."
"I just came back from the overpass. Just open the door and come in."
The door opened again, and an old comrade walked in and looked at Zhou Wenzhong first.
"Is this the scammer from Tianqiao?"
"Well, why did you come to see me?"
"Did Glasses spit?"
"Sit down, sit down and talk."
"It's just a matter of two sentences, I'll leave after that."
"I have put down all my glasses. I have admitted all the crimes of undermining the monopoly on purchasing and marketing and speculating. The matter of spreading false news must be submitted to the street office for review. After all, our unit cannot handle such cases. The matter of messing with the relationship between men and women is purely illegal.
Nonsense!"
"Okay, where are your glasses?"
"In the afternoon, he got sick. He was holding his neck and banging against the wall. The three of them just grabbed him. He should be lying in the detention room now, waiting for his family to send him meal tickets."
"Then I'll leave first. Xiao Shen, you are on duty on the second day of the Lunar New Year. Don't forget to come back."
"Let's go, let's go, I don't know how the school has arranged a class for me."
Officer Shen stood up, closed the door, lit a cigarette and started copying Zhou Wenzhong's household registration book.
As soon as Zhou Wenzhong saw this posture, he knew in his heart that the policeman in front of him was no longer prepared to continue the interrogation. He would just draw a conclusion and wait for the signature.
Only in movies and TV dramas can you turn on the computer and type on the keyboard, show your ID before questioning, and finally write down the interview record. The real case history and confession are all written after the questioning, and the prisoner only needs to sign and fingerprint to finish. .
"That is to say, you are not old enough, and the amount of fraud is relatively small. After all, it is only 80 cents. There are two ways before you, do you listen?"
"I listen, you say."
"First, if you are so stubborn, I don't want to bother with you any more. You will probably be sentenced to 7 or 8 years in the end."
"The second one is relatively simple. I'll assume that you started doing fraud when you were 6 years old. You can defraud 80 cents per hour. Let's count you as 5 hours a day. That's 4 yuan each time. Three days a year. It’s 12 yuan, which is 120 yuan in 10 years.
You spit out the dirty money over the years, and then pay double the fine to the police. Finally, go to the street office and pay the money and fines that need to be reported over the years, and you will be fine. But this matter still needs to be done. Written in your file, some procedures must be followed.”
"This is my first time."
"Okay, I've said what needs to be said, and I've said what needs to be said. It's your choice. I hope you won't regret it. Seeing how neat you are, I have to cooperate with you.
I gave you a rough calculation, and the total is just over 300 yuan. Since you don’t want to pay this money, you can’t go to the juvenile labor camp. You can only go to the Qinghe labor camp to cut stones. Work-compensation is According to the policy above, we have to give you a chance. Do you understand what I said?"
"Clear and clear, no objection."
"Excited! Come and sign."
Zhou Wenzhong walked to the desk. After signing, he took the ink pad on his right index finger and pressed it on his name, date, and money amount.
"Finish the work. Seeing that you are so sensible, I will take care of you. Do you want to eat?"
"Hehe~ I can't afford it."
"Can I send you a quilt by notifying my family?"
"Comrade Public Security, in fact, my family has been separated. Even if it is not yet separated, you don't know the temperament of my family. In a word, they are all real useless sesame seeds." (Can't squeeze out the oil)
Officer Shen stood up and pointed at Zhou Wenzhong. After opening the door, he led Zhou Wenzhong around two turns in the corridor. The entire corridor was filled with darkness and silence. He probably led Zhou Wenzhong based on memory.
He unlocked the door of an iron gate and pushed Zhou Wenzhong in.
"Just stay here honestly, and your sentence will be handed down in just one and a half days. I will try to send you to Qinghe Farm before the Spring Festival so that you can quickly earn money to pay off your debt."
Officer Shen locked the door and shouted loudly toward the room at the far end of the corridor.
"Is there anyone who hasn't gotten off work yet?"
After a while of echoing, someone from far away in the aisle replied: "Someone is here, coming, coming."
"Don't come out, just say a few words and leave. Don't forget to make two wooden signs tomorrow and tie them with hemp rope. You will use them urgently in the next two days. One writes about fraudsters. The other writes about speculation and sabotage of unified purchasing and marketing, that is, sabotage. crime."
"knew!"
Officer Shen pulled the light switch on the wall and left without looking back.
As the dim light illuminated the corridor, Zhou Wenzhong could clearly see the layout of the entire detention room.
The entire room is about 20 square meters, with brick walls on three sides. There is a 20 cm wide window at the top of the east wall, which has been barricaded with iron bars. Except for a toilet with a wooden cover in the corner, the entire room is There are no other furnishings in the house, not even a piece of hay. There are only three long stools made of wooden strips, which can be used to lie down or sit.
"Huh? Teacher Yan, are you here too? You didn't say a word just now."
There were only Yan Bugui and Zhou Wenzhong in the whole room. It was already dark outside, so I didn't even notice anyone lying on the bench just now.
"ah……"
Yanbu Guiyou opened his eyes. The broken spectacle lenses made it difficult for him to see what was in front of him. His hair was stained with blood and was stuck in strands in front of his forehead. There were black marks on the cotton-padded jacket on his chest, which should be blood falling on the ground. The top was completely dry. My lips were chapped and my face was pale, as if I had aged 30 years all of a sudden.