Teese time, 1:50 p.m.

At this time, Cherlov was being held in a cage, and Nie Chuan was also on a private plane to Snow Island, and at this time, he received a call from an outgoing police officer at the police headquarters.

The officer hung up the phone, opened the door, and walked into the cell with a dozen cages.

"Hey, officer, come here, how is my mother?"

Cage Cherlov beckoned to the officer who had just entered the door.

"I'm sorry, but we are now officially informing you that your mother, who has passed away due to a recurrence of a heart attack, please mourn. Although the officer spoke, there was no trace of grief in his tone and expression.

"No, you're not mistaken, my name is Chernov, you're not mistaken. Cherlov repeatedly emphasized his name.

"Yes, that's you. ”

"Yes, your mother. ”

……

After the confirmation, Cherlov sat on the ground with a sad face, surprisingly, he did not shout, but as if he had lost his soul, his eyes were blank.

"At five o'clock in the afternoon, I'm going to take you to the prison and enjoy your life here. With that, the officer left the cell.

Cherlov felt like the whole world was spinning and he was at the center, and the unreal grief left him in a state of obsession.

"Nothing left......"

"No fully cooked steaks and burnt pizzas. ”

"No expired milk and moldy toast. ”

"Everything is gone. ”

Cherlov talks to himself, like an orphan, in the memory of having a mother.

Cherlov's mother was in her thirties before he had such a child, and when she was older, she often forgot things, and the things that Cherlov once felt bad about have now become precious memories.

"Officer!"

"Officer!"

Cherlov frantically smashed the iron fence as if he had gone mad.

"What for!"

The officer walked in with an angry face, and Cherlov's hysterical smashing sound reached the office area outside, and several colleagues were complaining.

"I, I, I'm Cherlov. Cherlov shouted, pointing to his chest

"I know! The officer said unhappily

"My mother died, so can I go and see her one last time?"

"I beg you!"

As he spoke, Chernov knelt down to the officer through the bar.

Cherlov had never knelt down in his life, even as the patriarch of the Moss family, he did not bend his knees.

At this time, he had lost his position, and in order to see his mother for the last time, he actually knelt down to a policeman he looked down on the most in his life, how desperate it was to make his knees touch the ground.

Although the police officer was surprised, he knew that it would be impossible for a person like Cherlov to let him out, and besides, the boss had already explained that Cherlov was going to be transferred to prison.

"I'm sorry, I can't solve your request, and we will bear the cost of your mother's burial, but you, the superiors have already explained, you will be handed over to prison. ”

"Die for this heart. ”

After the officer finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to Cherlov, who was kneeling.

"I beg you, I beg you!"

"Don't go!

"Ahh

Cherlov clutched his hair with both hands, long bangs falling down to cover half of his face, and the angry bruises on his forehead and blood-red eyes made him look as terrifying as a ghost crawling out of hell.

Bang dang!

The door to the cell was locked, and Cherlov's last hope was dashed.

"I'm going to! I'm going to kill you!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Cherlov roared in the sky!

In one day, two heavy blows were taken that no one could accept.

……

Two hours later.

The police officer who delivered the meal placed a stainless steel dinner tray with simple food in front of Cherlov's cage.

Cherlov turned his back to the officer, and a dull laugh emanated from his cage, a creepy laugh that made the hairs stand on end.

"Neurotic!" The police officer who delivered the meal hurriedly walked out of the detention room and patted his chest with palpitations.

Cherlov didn't touch the food, but reached out and hid the stainless steel fork in his sleeve.

About half an hour later, the officer returned, and he was in the cell where a dozen people were held, and only Cherlov was a single room.

The officer looked at Cherlov, who was still facing away from him, he looked at the food he hadn't eaten, the fork on the plate was gone, he thought about it suspiciously, maybe he forgot to take it, but he didn't think much about it, and took the plate.

Dull laughter rang out again, filling the entire cell, and the whole room was shivering and hiding in the corner, and they all knew that Cherlov had gone completely insane.

The time passed quickly, and five o'clock in the afternoon came quickly.

A prison car was parked in front of the police headquarters.

Four people got out of the car, heavily armed, with live guns and nuclear bombs in their hands.

The four were taken outside the detention room by the police officer, and Chherlov inside heard the movement and quickly hid the folded stainless steel fork in his sleeve.

"Chernov, you will spend time in prison before the court sentences you, and the number of years the court sentences will be counted from tomorrow. ”

The officers opened the cell door, and four prison guards rushed in, dragged Chherlov, who had his back to them, with his hands behind his back and a black hood on his head.

As Cherlov passed by the messenger, he stared at the officer with a strange smile.

The smile made the officer's heart furious, and he felt faintly uneasy, but he didn't know why.

Cherlov was smoothly escorted to the car, where four prison guards sat in the back compartment with him and a driver in front.

It takes a two-hour drive from the Teese City Police Department to the jail outside the city, with the first half hour in the city and the remaining hour and a half in the wilderness.

The weather was not beautiful, the rain that had just stopped was pouring down again, and it was still a dirt road for more than ten minutes to get to the prison, passing through a high ground.

Cherlov counted that he had been to the prison in Teess several times, had robbed a prison van a few times, and of course knew which way the average prison guard would go and how long it would take.

What he needs now is to calculate the time, when the vehicle passes through the highlands, plus the rain, the ground is still muddy, so this section of the road in the highlands is extremely slippery, and there are still ten-meter-deep mountain streams on both sides of the road, so the driver will not stop here.

It's also the best time to get hands-on.

Cherlov knew that none of the prison guards would be particularly strong, but the other party had guns, so he still needed to be cautious.

The journey was uneventful, and Cherlov did not speak, just quietly listened to the small sounds outside.

"It's time to get to the heights, sit tight. ”