Seeing the old policeman surnamed Hu walk out of the house, Da Chuang yawned, gestured two fingers at the young policeman, and said, "Give me a cigarette." ”

"I don't smoke, you sit down honestly!" the young policeman yelled at Dachuang again.

"Look at your attitude, I'm also injured, I'm also a victim, can we be gentle with the victim?" Da Chuang asked facelessly.

"Hehe, gentle, okay, turn around and let you in, then someone will be gentle with you!" said the young policeman with a glare.

"Really, it's new at first glance, what kind of attitude. Da Chuang muttered quietly.

The policeman pointed at Da Chuang with a pen and said, "Don't mumble, now you have to think about what to say later!"

"I want to be a, what a. Da Chuang lowered his head again and whispered.

The police obviously heard Da Chuang's words, but Da Chuang didn't look at him at all, and he didn't have any tricks for a while, so he angrily slapped the pen on the table, stood up and poured water and drank it.

Da Chuang sat by himself for more than ten minutes, and he was still a little sleepy, so he inadvertently slowly closed his eyes.

Just as Dachuang was about to take a nap, the door to the interrogation room was opened again.

"You're pretty good, aren't you, when this is a hotel?" a rough voice rang out.

Da Chuang raised his eyes and saw that it was the Hu policeman who had just walked out, then rubbed his eyes and asked: "When are you going to be interrogated, hey, I don't want to tell you, even if it is interrogated until twelve o'clock at night, I still say this, I didn't stab the person, and I don't know who stabbed it." ”

Police Officer Hu looked at Da Chuang with a humble eye and asked, "Do you know what we have here?"

As soon as Da Chuang heard this, he came to his senses, sat up straight and said: "Don't shoot me, I promise that my confession is consistent, I am so upright, hehe." After saying that, Da Chuang laughed.

"Your accomplices have already been abandoned, I'll give you another chance to confess, it's still too late!" said Officer Hu staring into Da Chuang's eyes.

After hearing this, Da Chuang felt sorry in his heart, but his expression was very calm: "You can't frame me, this is a society with a rule of law!"

"You also deserve to talk to us about the Fa? Do you still have the Fa in your eyes, Liu Jiachuang!" Then, Police Officer Hu seemed to know Da Chuang quite well and said: "You were expelled from school because of fighting in the third year of junior high school, and because of many crowd fights in society, you entered the juvenile detention center, and seriously injured a person, and soon after you came out, you followed Zou Cripple from the Yuanfa Game Hall and acted as a horse boy ...... by his side."

Da Chuang interrupted Officer Hu and said: "Hey, wait a while, I'm working with Zou Yujie, but I'm working in his game hall, I work, he pays me a salary, what's the horse, don't say it so ugly." ”

Police Officer Hu waved his hand and said, "Then don't say this, the gang that was stabbed by you has confessed to you, are you still hard-mouthed?"

"If they like to blame anyone, what can I do?" said Da Chuang, pouting.

"Smack!"

The young policeman didn't know when he sat down behind the table, and he slapped it again.

Da Chuang glanced at him, but did not speak.

At this time, Police Officer Hu said with a straight face: "You explain it to me clearly, tell me everything before and after, don't leave it behind, understand, Xiao Li has a good record!"

"What? Didn't I say it all, no, you just didn't remember it! You are not responsible for this work?" Da Chuang said with a look of grievance.

"Don't put on your face, what nonsense, tell me everything that happened, the cause and effect, word for word!" said the policeman who recorded it.

Da Chuang was stunned for a moment, then nodded ignorantly and said, "...... Done!"

Until the evening, Da Chuang followed his own set of statements, that is, he didn't pick up, and somehow, the Hu police just haven't been able to come up with conclusive evidence to prove that Da Chuang really stabbed someone.

Time passed minute by minute, and in the dim light, Da Chuang was dozing off, when he heard the door ring.

Da Chuang raised his head in a trance, and saw a vague figure walking up to him.

"Take him out and print and sign!" A middle-aged policeman who looked to be older than Officer Hu walked out again with his hands behind his back after speaking.

Da Chuang rubbed his eyes, and felt very thirsty at this time: "Give me a glass of water, the eagle is not so boiled!"

Then a little policeman came over and said to him, "Get up and follow me!"

Then, Da Chuang was taken into another room by him, and the old policeman who came in just now was sitting behind a desk, and there were a few pieces of paper on the table, and the old policeman pointed to the paper on it and said, "Sign it!"

"Just sign it, you can't judge me blindly!" When Da Chuang saw this, his sluggish face immediately became much more energetic.

"What so much nonsense, let you do whatever you want, sign quickly, and you have to press your fingerprint after signing. As he spoke, the old policeman took out a box of black ink pads, put them on the table, and pushed them forward.

“...... No, you said let me sign it, I'll sign it, I'm not Yang Bailao!" Da Chuang was really a little anxious, because he knew about this procedure.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up, are you still waiting for me to do it?" said the little policeman on the side.

The old policeman looked at Da Chuang and said: "Don't ink, write quickly, read and write, if you don't write well, you will be punished if you don't write!"

"I'm ......" Da Chuang said helplessly, then walked to him, looked at the piece of paper, then signed on it, and pressed the five-finger handprint.

After leaving the case record, Da Chuang was loaded into a police car overnight and sent to the city's No. 2 Detention Center.

What made Da Chuang strange was that none of the people in the car knew him, and he wondered, are Xiaoqing and the others all right?

He hoped that a few of them would be fine, but who would believe it if he wanted to say that there was nothing wrong......?

After Da Chuang was taken into the detention center, the police handed over to the correctional officer briefly, and Da Chuang was taken to the physical examination, changed his uniform, and signed. Then he was taken into the trumpet by the discipline.

The discipline led Dachuang to the door of a room, and after opening the iron door, he said to the people inside: "New here, take care of it!"

Da Chuang had just walked inside, and when he heard this, he glanced back at the discipline.

"Look, find a place to stay, don't move!" After speaking, the discipline "bang" closed the iron door and turned away.

The number is only a dozen square meters, and it is dark inside, and there is a stench mixed with urine and sweaty feet, which is particularly unpleasant. The only ventilated place inside is a small skylight in the wall, which is located very high.

On a large bunk, there are already eight or nine people lying side by side or leaning against them, and there is a squatting pit in the innermost corner of the wall, where the smell should come from, and there are also large paved bunks on these barefoot men lying horizontally and vertically.

Da Chuang rubbed his nose and walked inside.

Just as he was looking for a place to lie down, he sat up at once with a shaved head, a very dark face, and a burly figure.

He crossed his legs, picked his feet with his hands, and put it on his nose to smell it intoxicatingly, then picked his eyes, pouted and said, "I said, what are you looking for?"

"I need to find a place to sleep. Da Chuang looked at him and said in a calm tone.

"No need to look for it, tonight, you will sleep there!" As he spoke, the big man who picked his feet pointed to the location of the squatting pit in the corner of the wall.