Zhong Ling never expected that in his lifetime, he would be arrested at the police station in the name of prostitution.

At that time, the scene was chaotic, seven or eight policemen broke into the door, pointed at her and Mr. Zhao, "Squat against the wall, hold your head in your hands!"

Zhong Ling has never been so embarrassed in his life, but he has never been so happy.

If the police were a few seconds late, she might just attack and punch Mr. Zhao in the head, no matter what the consequences were, in the road battle...... I can't stay any longer.

Sadly, in all her thoughts, there was no intention of leaving him.

That allowed Mr. Zhao to succeed?

So the timing of the police coming is not too early or too late, just right.

Zhong Ling sat in the interrogation room, and there was constant scolding outside, which was a little noisy.

The person who gave her a confession was a young police officer, probably accustomed to this kind of thing, and sat down in his seat and asked directly.

"Name, Age, Occupation, Nationality......"

Zhong Ling bit her lip lightly, her palms were damp, and she said, "Can you give me a cigarette?"

The officer was young and vigorous, and slapped the table, "When this is a hotel!"

Zhong Ling didn't speak, his eyes lowered slightly, and a dull gurgling sound slowly approached, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Zhong Ling, and threw the lighter in front of her.

Zhong Ling glanced at him, then picked up the lighter, lit it, took a deep breath, and answered one by one.

"Zhong Ling, twenty-six years old, unemployed, native ......," she paused, "Haishi." ”

She didn't know where she was from, Haishi was where she used to be.

The young officer recorded, "How many times?"

Zhong Ling was stunned, and didn't understand for a while, "What?"

The young officer asked impatiently, "How many times have you done this!?"

Zhong Ling knew that he didn't say prostitution, he was already very polite, she slowly spuffed out her cigarette and lowered her head, "First time." ”

The young police officer exclaimed, "Everyone said it was the first time, why did they let us arrest us the first time so coincidentally!"

His unintentional remark made Zhong Ling also strange, it is said that this kind of five-star hotel will not have any anti-pornography, right? And it is so coincidental......

After making the record, the young police officer asked her to sign, "It's not good to look good and do something, don't do this in the future." ”

Zhong Ling was stunned, silent for two seconds, and said softly, "Thank you." ”

"......" The young officer was stunned, and it was the first time he heard this kind of person say thank you to him, and his tone eased a lot, "A fine of five hundred, by the way, find someone to come and bail you out." ”

Zhong Ling took out his wallet from his bag, ordered five red bills and put them on the table, and said lightly, "No one bailed me." ”

"Friends, classmates, and colleagues can stay in the detention center for five days as long as they know each other, and no one is released on bail. The young officer reminded her.

Zhong Ling nodded, "Okay, thank you, officer." ”

In this case, you can't be involved in the road war anymore, and since you have already confessed, you can be detained.

What's more, he wouldn't necessarily condescend to come to such a place to bail her out. Now may still be angry with her and mess up Mr. Zhao's matter.

"......" The little policeman was speechless, didn't say anything more, and handed the transcript of the greeting to the one who gave Zhong Lingyan just now, "Brother Zhou." ”

Zhou Yan took it, mumbled, and ordered, "You get off work." ”

"Thank you, Brother Zhou!" he said and ran out.

He and Zhong Ling were instantly left in the interrogation room, and Zhong Ling sat there with a calm demeanor as if he was in his own home.

Zhou Yan walked to the interrogation table, raised his legs and half sat on it, looked down at the transcript, and asked, "You don't have any friends?"

Zhong Ling snorted and didn't raise his eyes.

Zhou Yan took a cigarette out of his pocket again and raised his hand at her.

Zhong Ling took it and thanked him, put the cigarette to his lips, reached for the lighter and lit it again.

Zhou Yan simply threw the remaining half pack of cigarettes on the table, then stood up with the record, and when he walked to the door, he paused, as if he hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"Zhongling ......"

Zhong Ling tucked the cigarette between his fingers, turned his head sideways, and looked at him suspiciously, "Huh?"

He pinched the doorknob and finally instructed, "Smoke less." ”

“……”