I sat on a chair, my hands were handcuffed on it, unable to move at all. I looked at the old men in police uniforms across from me and said, "Police officer, this really has nothing to do with me!"
An old policeman with white hair sitting on the desk was staring at me coldly with a cigarette in his mouth. He didn't even acknowledge that I was beaten to death. Suddenly, he slapped the desk hard with a "pop!" sound, which immediately hit me.
I was shocked.
"It's irrelevant? The evidence is solid, do you still want to quibble?" He said while exhaling thick smoke, and then waved his hand. A policeman next to him brought a laptop, and the screen was playing "I threw the baby's body away"
The scene in the trash can.
Ten thousand people were rushing through my heart. When did surveillance cameras be installed on that street? I only remember that in our county, there were no cameras at all on that deserted street. How come it was suddenly photographed?
But then I saw the picture on the screen was shaking a little, and I realized that this DM was secretly filmed by someone.
"Our investigator happened to capture this scene while performing a mission on the street, and you two were very sneaky and suspicious at that time, so he went through the trash can and found that what you threw was a mummy." Take it.
said the policeman with the laptop.
"This... this if I say that this mummy has nothing to do with me, would you believe it?"
Bang! The old policeman slapped the table again, and I was startled again.
"It doesn't matter? You discarded this mummy, and you say it doesn't matter?"
Dong Dong, at this moment there was a pretty tall female police officer standing at the door.
"Come in."
The female police officer walked into the interrogation room, opened a dozen documents in her hand and said, "Report, according to the investigation, these two suspects are two senior students in our county's high school. According to the information, these two people have nothing."
Criminal history.”
"Well, is there anything else?" The old policeman put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.
"According to forensic identification, the baby's mummy was approximately one year old and the time of death should have been 10 years ago. However, for some unknown reason, the mummy is now severely decayed." After the female police officer finished speaking, she closed the document.
, walked out.
I said, "Did you hear that? That baby died ten years ago. We were still in elementary school ten years ago. How could he be a trafficker? Can you let us go? We are all good students."
"
"Then you abandoned this mummy. How do you explain it?"
Then, I told the whole story in detail, but after I finished, the policemen looked unbelievable.
"What I say is true, you have to believe me." I said firmly.
"Okay then, tell me about your relationship with the man wearing the mask."
"I told you, I don't know him."
"If you don't want to say yes, then well, take him into the prison cell first."
"Hey! Don't! This is really a misunderstanding! Listen to me..." Before I could explain, two policemen came over and took off the handcuffs, then escorted me out of the interrogation room.
Then, they took me to a basement with five rooms. There was a big lock hanging on the iron door of each room. There were dozens of people locked up in this basement, and there were about five people in each room.
, six like this.
I yelled at them, "I am just a suspect now, you have no right to imprison me!"
They acted as if they couldn't hear what I said. A policeman took out a large number of keys, searched for them, and then opened the iron door of a room. "Go in!" he pushed me in, and then locked the door again.
"Hey, let me go! Do you hear me?"
I kicked the door a few times with my feet, but it was an iron door after all. How could it be broken by just a few kicks?
"Boy, stop making trouble. If you come here, just stay well."
A young man with yellow hair sat on the bed and said with a sneer. I looked at the room again. It was about the size of a student dormitory, with only two beds and a shabby mat on top.
Dirty quilt.
A tall man with a beard walked up to me and asked, "Boy, what are you doing here?"
"No."
"No? You didn't do anything. Why did you get caught here? Are you fucking kidding me?!" He was very close to me and his voice was so loud that it made my eardrums hurt. Being caught here made me feel uncomfortable.
It's not good. Being yelled at by a big man makes me even more irritated.
I cursed, "How the fuck I got in is none of your business!"
When the people inside heard this, they all burst out laughing. The yellow-haired man looked at me contemptuously and said, "I think you are impatient, right? How dare you talk like this in here?!" He sneered.
Pointing to one side, he said, "Did you see that guy was just like you when he came in? He couldn't speak. Now he's lying down."
I looked over and found a familiar figure lying where he was pointing. It was Fatty. His face was purple and blue, and he had a panda eye. It was obvious that he had been punched by someone, and I knew it must be the fat man without guessing.
These bastards did it. I shook his fat body and said, "Fat man, fat man."
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, saw me and said, "Huizi, you've come in too." He turned over and put his hands on the ground to get up, "Pull me up quickly, I'm going to kill these people."
Son of a bitch!"
But when he was halfway up, his hands went limp and he fell down again. There might have been an injury on his chest. When he fell down, the injury on his chest was pressed, and he kept shouting that it hurt. But those bastards seemed to think this was funny, and they kept yelling.
Laughing.
I couldn't help but yelled at them, "Whoever beat my brother, stand up for me!"
When I yelled like this, a total of 6 people in the group stood up. The big man extended his middle finger to me and said, "We are all fighting. What, you want to fight? Come on!"
Clenching my fists, I didn't care whether I could beat him or not. Fatty was my best brother since I was in high school. I couldn't let him be bullied in vain. I rushed over and wanted to give this big man a flying kick.
Just when I jumped up and flew quickly towards the big man with my right foot, he dodged sideways, then grabbed my clothes and pulled me down, causing me to fall directly to the ground. The force was too great.
, my chin accidentally hit the hard concrete floor hard. In addition to feeling very painful, the huge impact also shook my head and made me dizzy.
"Brothers, this kid can't do it without giving him a lesson. Beat him!"
After Huang Mao shouted this, he kicked me on the head first, causing my face to fall to the ground when I just raised my head. I wanted to stand up, but two people stepped on my hands.
I was stepped on so painfully that I wanted to pull it back, but my hand was trampled so hard that I couldn't pull it back no matter how hard I tried.
"Fuck it..." Before I could finish my words, I felt a big foot kicking me hard on my back. Just after this kick was over, another one that was lighter than the one before came.
"Brother, why are we kicking someone on the back? It doesn't hurt, just turn him over!"
Then I was turned over by them. This time, no one was controlling me. Six of them came up together and kicked me hard at the same time. They kicked out everything I had eaten today, as well as the big man and Huang Mao.
He doesn't like to kick my stomach like others, but he always likes to step on my face. The hand originally used to block my stomach is forced to move up to cover my face.
Tmd I’ll fight with you if you want to hit someone in the face or not! I struggled to get up, but before I could stand still, the big man raised his leg and kicked me down again.
"MD, I'm here to help you." The fat man limped over at this time.
But two of the six people who beat me were separated. The fat man was injured in the first place and now he had no resistance at all, so as soon as he came up, he was pulled aside by the two men and punched and kicked him hard.
I endured the pain on my body and watched the fat man being beaten miserably. Am I going to always be bullied like this? (To be continued)