In the interrogation room, Xu Siqi looked calm, and he was not surprised at all that things had turned around.
It would be strange if there were no arrangements for this kind of thing in advance.
Xu Siqi even suspected that Zhang Xiaolin was secretly manipulating why Amao and Shengzi suddenly retracted their confessions when the patrol arrived in such a timely manner.
But what can be done?
Xu Siqi would not hesitate to stop anyone who caught up with him, no matter what happened, no matter what happened.
Inspector Li put his hands behind his back, looked Xu Siqi up and down for a while, and said: "Before you take him into custody, take out all the things you have on him and let the patrol room keep them for you. When you leave, they will be returned without fail."
Xu Siqi said nothing. His documents, watch, wallet, home keys, half a pack of Big Hero cigarettes, matches, and a letter of silver dollars given by the theater were all placed on the table.
There was a patrol officer nearby who was responsible for registering, and then asked Xu Siqi to sign for confirmation.
Nowadays, even the richest people with huge wealth only carry ten or twenty yuan with them. Very few people would take so much money with them on the street.
First, it is inconvenient, and second, it is not necessary.
When he saw a letter of silver coins, Inspector Li's eyes lit up and he said, "Xu Siqi, you just said you were a student, right?"
"Yes."
"A student brought so much money to the street. Can you explain to me?"
"Excuse me, which law stipulates that students are not allowed to carry more than one hundred silver dollars?"
Inspector Li sneered: "Xu Siqi, I'm warning you, this is the French Concession patrol room, you'd better cooperate and answer whatever I ask you!"
Xu Siqi said: "This money is the reward given to me by the Golden Theater."
"What's the reward?"
"As a reward for helping them catch two saboteurs!"
"oh……"
"Inspector Li, does this prove that I am innocent and those two are the criminals!"
"Who is the criminal? Further investigation is needed. It's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks here!" Inspector Li said with a straight face, "Come here and take him into custody!"
A patrol officer came in from outside and asked: "Inspector Li, what cell number are the prisoners in?"
Inspector Li thought for a moment and said: "Since he is a student, he should be locked up in Cell No. 4."
"Yes." The patrolman took Xu Siqi out.
Hearing the footsteps walking away, Inspector Li quickly closed the door and said to the patrolman in charge of registration: "Ah Shui, is it done?"
The man named Ah Shui showed the registration details to Inspector Li and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it's a piece of cake!"
There was originally text in the item details column to record the property stored by the prisoner. Now, except for Xu Siqi's autograph, the rest of the column is blank.
Inspector Li praised: "Tsk, tsk, don't tell me, the foreign devil's stuff is really easy to use."
Ah Shui said: "That's right, I heard that this is called a secret writing potion, and it needs to be baked with fire before it develops..."
When registering items, Ah Shui first wrote it with secret writing potion, and then immediately asked Xu Siqi to sign for confirmation.
Including the 100 yuan given by the theater, Xu Siqi had a total of 103 yuan. The registration details should read: 103 yuan in silver dollars.
Ah Shui re-wrote it with a normal pen. The original one hundred and three silver dollars became thirteen silver dollars. Everything else remained the same as before.
Ah Shui said: "Inspector, that guy's watch is pretty good too. I think it can be exchanged for at least ten dollars..."
"In hindsight! I've already finished writing, how can I change it?" Inspector Li gave Ah Shui 20 silver dollars and put the remaining 70 yuan into his pocket.
Knowing that Xu Siqi is a foreigner who has just arrived in Shanghai, and then carefully checking his family background, it is clear that there is no threat. This kind of trick will naturally happen.
Normally speaking, if you are dealing with ordinary people, this trick will work almost every time. After all, it is written in black and white.
Knowing that he was tricked by the patrol, he had no choice but to suffer the fate of being dumb.
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Prisoners' bedding is rarely taken out to dry, and the environment in the prison is cold and humid. Over time, it develops a moldy, sour smell.
Arriving at the door of Cell No. 4, the patrolman took out the key, opened the iron door, and said to Xu Siqi: "Go in!"
Xu Siqi hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Officer, I have something to trouble you."
"What's the matter?"
"I usually have the habit of reading newspapers. Can you buy me a newspaper tomorrow?"
The patrolman looked at Xu Siqi, snorted from his nostrils, and said: "The pretense has been placed in the patrol room, and you don't want to ask about it..."
Xu Siqi interjected: "When I get out, I will give you a big thank you."
"Thank you very much? How much does it weigh?"
"Make a price."
The patrolman knew very well that Xu Siqi's case was purely unjust. As long as the Golden Grand Theater was willing to provide proof, he would probably be acquitted in three to five days.
He tentatively asked: "Two dollars... okay?"
"Okay!" Xu Siqi agreed.
"What newspaper do you want to read?" The patrolman felt a little regretful and felt that he was missing out. This one didn't hesitate at all. He seemed to be a rich man.
"Le Monde, declare, one copy of each."
"Okay, it's settled."
There was a shady deal between the two, and the patrolman took care of Xu Siqi and specially sent him a clean bedding.
Normally, the authorized number of people in each cell is twelve. The security in the concession is relatively good, and there are usually not that many prisoners.
The Patrol Room Prison is a detention center, and serious offenders are sent to Tilanqiao Prison.
The upper bunk on the left was empty, so Xu Siqi climbed up and spread the bedding.
When a new inmate arrived, the other prisoners sat up. No one spoke, they all looked at Xu Siqi without saying a word.
In the dim light, these people looked familiar.
Xu Siqi said: "Hello everyone, I'm new here, please take care of me in the future."
A muffled voice said: "What are you taking care of? We don't know who to take care of yet..."
He spoke with an obvious Northeastern accent. Xu Siqi immediately remembered that they were the students who sang on Sima Road two days ago, so he asked: "Are you all from the Northeast?"
"Um."
"Then, why did you come to Shanghai?"
"We didn't want to be slaves to the subjugation of the country, so we ran out secretly."
"Classmate, listen to my advice. Students should still do their duty well. If you sneak out like this and waste your studies, your family will definitely miss you..."
Before Xu Siqi finished speaking, crying came from the corner, and a young man who looked to be only 16 or 17 choked up and said: "I want to go home, I miss my mother..."
His sadness did not last long, and was immediately interrupted by an angry voice: "Cry, cry, cry, just cry! Why did we come out in the first place and forget it?"
The young man wiped away his tears and said: "I haven't forgotten, but in such a big Shanghai, where can we find the Communist Party..."