Han Nuowei couldn't remember how many days he had been waiting in the central hospital, and he couldn't see anything except the miserable white ceiling and the green curtains that he was tired of seeing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

His face was covered with thick gauze, and although he was changing the dressing every day, it seemed to heal very slowly, and he asked the nurse what was wrong with his injury, but the nurse always ignored him. He offered to make a phone call, but was told that he could not contact the outside world without permission from the police.

Han Nuowei was helpless, he knew that it would be difficult for him to clear the suspicion of arson, unless Tao Baihe could testify for him.

At this time, he missed Tao Baihe, his mother who had been sick in bed for a long time, and his good-natured father. Although his throat was finally able to make sounds, no one came to visit him, or to listen to him explain or speak to him.

For two months, he seemed to have been forgotten by the world.

Every day, he quietly looked at the amber in the sunlight, wondering if there was a secret hidden inside. On several occasions, he wanted to ask the police directly: Would handing over this piece of amber prove my innocence?

But it immediately occurred to him that the police would ask him why he hadn't handed it over at the first time, and if there was anything else to hide? Would the police think that he had stolen this piece of amber from Tao Bu? After all, he had put it in his pocket on his own initiative. On more than one occasion, he saw the medical staff look at him with wary eyes, thinking that he was a suspect. Even the nurses looked at him like this, and perhaps it was even harder for the police to believe him.

At the same time, Han Nuowei was also thinking about this strange experience, most of his parents' phone calls were blocked by the police, so he couldn't get in. What about Tao Baihe? Why didn't she come to visit her for a long time? With the Tao family's ability, it was not very difficult to visit him. Could it be that she is going to abandon herself?

Thinking of this, Han Nuowei shook his head vigorously, no, no, even if he doubts others, there is no reason to doubt his lover. What's more, he will appear here and remain silent all the time, isn't it just to protect her?

In this complex emotion, as the days passed, Han Nuowei also recovered a lot, in addition to having to change the dressing regularly on his face and body, he was already able to get out of bed and walk. After finally getting rid of the urine bag that he had always hated, Han Nuowei felt a little better. Although he still has to be supervised by the police when he goes to the toilet, it is a comfort for him to be able to occasionally leave the room and walk the hall to see the other patients in the hospital.

In the entire second floor, there was only one single room for him, which was simply VIP treatment, but he didn't want this lifeless silence at all now. Waiting is very painful, especially with no end in sight.

Han Nuowei really wanted to move to the kind of big ward where several patients lived together, although it was a little noisy, but the laughter from time to time inside made him itch when he heard it. Every time he went to the toilet, he would take the excuse to stay near the main ward for a while to listen to other people's parents, because it made him feel that he was not so alone.

On this day, after Han Nuowei finished going to the toilet, he passed by the big ward as usual, but there was no laughter in the big ward, but something was talking in a low voice, and there was a dull atmosphere in the air.

The policeman who was guarding Han Nuowei happened to be chatting with the little nurse at the consultation desk, and Han Nuowei saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he quietly pushed open the door of the large ward.

"What a pervert!"

"It's all light to say that perverts are light! It's scum at all, and it should be shot 10,000 times!"

"It's still good in ancient times, there are punishments like Ling Chi, and shooting this kind of person is cheaper. ”

"That's it, you said he was so young, how could he be so vicious?"

"I think there is a feud, but without a vendetta, how can it be possible to cut someone more than 50 times?" said a family member of a patient, in his early twenties, with an iPod around his neck, who looked like a female college student.

"I heard that auntie's neck is about to fall off. ”

"I read in the newspaper that the neck was cut with a kitchen knife, the body was stabbed with a carving knife, and the stomach and chest were stabbed into a hornet's nest. ”

When Han Nuowei heard the words "carving knife", his heart tightened, he turned his head to look at the consultation desk, the police were still laughing with the nurse, and they didn't look at him. He swallowed and plucked up the courage to ask the iPod girl, "Excuse me, may I ask what you are talking about?"

The iPod woman looked at him and looked wary: "Who are you?"

Han Nuowei hurriedly said: "I am also a hospitalized patient, I live at the end of the corridor, 202. When he saw that the people in the ward were staring at him, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable: "I just heard you talking about the news, and I was curious to ask, I didn't mean anything else, the hospitalization was too boring." ”

Perhaps it was the phrase "the hospital is too boring" that resonated with a patient lying in bed who cast a sympathetic look at him: "How long have you been staying?"

Han Nuowei said bitterly: "It's been two months. ”

The patient smiled, "That's okay, it's not too long." Han Nuowei still wanted to talk, but the iPod woman stood up, "I know 202, there are always police officers at the door of that ward. ”

Han Nuowei's words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't know how to answer.

"I heard that the murderer was in the central hospital. A patient who had not spoken suddenly said.

Everyone looked at Han Nuowei in unison. Han Nuowei suddenly panicked, "It's not me! I didn't kill anyone!"

The iPod woman looked disgusted: "Then tell me, why do you want the police to watch your ward? Why don't you see a police officer in other people's wards?"

Han Nuowei was speechless, his heart was churning with grievances, powerlessness, and anger. All kinds of emotions were intertwined, making him speechless for a while.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, the police rushed over and grabbed Han Nuowei angrily, "Go back to the house after going to the toilet!" He pulled Han Nuowei out of the main ward.

Han Nuowei was like falling into an ice cellar, and although the conversation he had just heard was incomplete, it was enough to make his heart tremble. On the way back to the ward, he couldn't help but ask the police, "Can I call home?" ”

The policeman said coldly: "It's not a few days, wait until the investigation is over." ”

The policeman's words gave Han Nuowei a little comfort, he thought: The murder case has nothing to do with him, maybe in a few days, he will be able to get rid of it.

And what relieved Han Nuowei was the sudden handcuffs and a group of cold-eyed policemen he had never seen before.

Han Nuowei was frightened, he never thought that the result would be like this. "Can I see Officer Minami?"

"Nan Zeyu has been transferred. This case has nothing to do with him. A policeman probably looked at him pitifully and replied to him.

"Why did you arrest me? I didn't set the fire! It has nothing to do with me!" Han Nuowei clung to the small cabinet next to the hospital bed, kicked his legs hard, desperately trying to get rid of the police.

"You're suspected of arson, rape, and murder! Play your mother stupid!" a policeman said indignantly and tried to rush up and beat him, but was stopped.

Han Nuowei recognized it at this time, this angry policeman was Tao Baihe's second uncle Tao Wutian, who used to go to the amber shop from time to time to find Tao and couldn't drink tea. After Han Nuowei took off his glasses, he always liked to joke about Han Nuowei's golden eyes, saying that he must have had such eyes when he had a foreign fairy dream when he was in his mother's womb. As he spoke, Tao Wutian would pretend to be serious and let Han Nuowei remember that if he soared in the future, don't forget him.

But the person in front of him made Han Nuowei feel very strange, and it seemed that the past was like a dream. What does this man's mouth have to do with the series of accusations that came out of his mouth? Han Nuowei asked blankly: "Uncle Tian, what are you talking about?" I don't understand!"

Tao Wutian's red eyes were full of resentment: "When I think of your usual obedient and honest appearance, Lao Tzu feels disgusted!"

While Han Nuowei was in a daze, the police restrained him and dragged him off the hospital bed.

Han Nuowei's arms and shoulders were clicked, and the intense pain made him sober up a little, and he suddenly came to his senses and shouted desperately: "I was wronged! I want to see Officer Nan, I want to see Bai He! They can all prove my innocence!"

Tao Wutian was furious and smashed him in the face with a hard punch: "You still have the face to mention Baihe! She was miserable by you! She had a miscarriage! Why don't you die!"

Han Nuowei felt a burst of heat in his ears, and he didn't know if his face hurt when he was beaten, or if he was blown up by the news. He wanted to ask what was going on, but he was shocked to find that he had been treated as a criminal, and no one wanted to listen to him. The police looked at him as if they were looking at a filthy piece of garbage, and every word he said sounded like a quibble and a lie. This fact strangled his vocal cords like a sharp tightrope, paining him and despairing.

He suddenly bit the hand of the nearest policeman, who screamed in pain, and subconsciously pushed him away, and he took the opportunity to run to the windowsill, pushing open the window and about to jump down.

But where he was the opponent of a group of police, the police dragged him back without much effort.

"Honestly, do you want to be beaten?" the other two policemen held Han Nuowei and pushed away the angry policeman who had been bitten by him.

Han Nuowei was dragged out by the police in a daze, until he walked out of the inpatient building, the dazzling sunlight hit him mercilessly, countless people with cameras and microphones poured towards him, and the noisy questions and shouts like the vegetable market made him dizzy. Tao Wutian took off his coat and threw it on his head, the hard metal button hitting his eyes. He closed his eyes and let someone push him into the police car. The police officer in the front seat buckled the police lights to the roof of the car and rang the alarm bell at the same time.

The car started, but Han Nuowei didn't take off the coat, he was suddenly very grateful for the coat. Because it covers those curious and suspicious eyes, but also covers one's own panic and bitterness.

"It's here. A bailiff opened the rear door and motioned for Han Nuowei to follow and get out of the car.

Han Nuowei rubbed his eyes, this was the first few days after he was arrested?

He saw a maroon building. On both sides there are domed sentry boxes, paved with bricks throughout, and a very small window is embedded in them, like malicious eyes. In the center are thick metal gates, the top of which is arched into a ring that makes it look like a large mouth with sharp teeth.

On top of that, there's an endless wall of gray netting. Han Nuowei looked at it for a while and found that the mesh wall was full of exposed aluminum wires, and there was no insulation layer at all.

A bailiff noticed his gaze: "The lines connected here are all 20,000 volts." He saw Han Nuowei's frightened expression and was very satisfied: "Once you enter the Yin and Yang Pass, there will be no life from now on." This is the best prison in Hancheng, boy, enjoy it. ”

Han Nowei's number is 2201.

When the iron door opened, everyone stared at him coldly, and the gaze of those bald heads made Han Nuowei feel very uncomfortable - like looking at pork in the vegetable market - and he remembered that he was already bald.

"331!" the guard shouted.

"Here!" stood up a man in his forties among the bald heads, with broad shoulders and round waist, but extremely white skin.

"This kid has just turned eighteen years old, and he has been taken care of by the Tao Section Chief of the County Bureau, don't bully him. The prison guard said and pushed Han Nuowei in.

"That won't be!" 331 smiled, he took Han Nuowei's shoulder and patted him affectionately, "Are you afraid of the cold?"

After a series of pushing and dragging, Han Nuowei walked to the innermost part of the cell.

The guard glanced inside and closed the iron door. Han Nuowei watched the prison guards leave, so he sat down on the lower bunk. One of the prisoners looked at the door and made a gesture. 331 nodded, and beckoned to Han Nuowei: "New here, come here." ”

Han Nuowei's heart was a little hairy, he remembered the TV series he had watched before, and the newcomers had to be taught a lesson by the cell boss, which was like a welcome ceremony. He didn't want to ignore 331, but he was afraid of angering him. What's more, he didn't know anyone in this cell, so he had to get up and walk over.

331 still smiled: "You are very familiar with Section Chief Tao?"

Han Nuowei hesitated, and the person behind him raised his foot and kicked him down, "Didn't you hear the boss ask you?"

That kick was very heavy, Han Nuowei's heart was on fire, and he immediately wanted to pounce, but he finally held back, "I'm not familiar, I just know." ”

"Good. As soon as the words fell, 331 slapped him and hit Han Nuowei's head to the side, "Section Chief Tao took care of it? It's so good! Lao Tzu was sent in by him! If you don't mention him, Lao Tzu will beat you up, since you are his person, how can one meal be enough? Yes, brothers?"

Under this order, a group of people rushed up, surrounded Han Nuowei in the middle, punching and kicking. Han Nuowei couldn't resist at all, so he had to hold his head and legs, shrinking into a ball.

He tried desperately to restrain his fear and anger, and at first, he could still feel the pain in his legs, ribs, and back, but soon, he couldn't tell what the pain was. Whenever there is a gap in his body, someone will immediately make up for it.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "What kind of disgusting thing is this?" Then, Han Nuowei heard the sound of someone retching.

Suddenly, everyone stopped.