These days, he has been performing with Zhang Mingming outside, even if someone wants to frame him, he has no chance. What's more, he is just a nobody, and there is no reason to be framed at all.

He also thought that it might be last night, yes, he hurt someone, but he didn't believe that a robber would go to the police station to report that someone had broken his hand.

Could it be the woman? Otherwise, it wouldn't have been known.

The golden leaves swept under the car, and then were swept out by the wheels, floating in the air, as if they were about to fly to the end of the boundless.

The police station is only six or seven miles away from Wutong Street, and it takes less than 20 minutes to arrive.

At the police station, he saw the woman.

The woman was still wearing the same clothes as last night, and she must not have gone home, but went directly to the police station.

She looked at the broken cocoon, without any expression, not even the slightest look of gratitude for the rescue last night.

I didn't care about breaking the cocoon, I had seen this kind of thing a lot on the Internet a long time ago, but I didn't expect it to happen to me. But he preferred to believe that she hadn't come to her senses because she had been scared last night.

The two policemen took him to a room. There was no one in the room, only a long table with a chair on one side of it.

He had never been to the police station, but he could tell it was an interrogation room.

"Didn't you ask me to assist in the investigation, why are you here?" Broken Cocoon stood by the door, not entering. Looking at the policeman who brought him, his expression also became a little stiff.

From his home to the police station, he vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the two policemen's eyes. Although he didn't want to go to the police station, he wasn't afraid that these policemen would detain for him. Unexpectedly, he finally became a good citizen, not only did he not enjoy the treatment of a good citizen, but he became an important suspect.

The policeman glared at him and said, "Let you be where you are, where is all this nonsense?"

"What is your attitude?" as soon as he heard this, his anger came up, "I'm here to assist you in handling the case, but I'm not here to be a suspect." ”

"Yo, the boy is quite angry. Another policeman looked at him and said in a strange manner: "As a citizen, you have the obligation to assist the police, and you also have the responsibility to assist the police. Besides, this police station is full of people, and if an acquaintance sees it, it won't have a good impact on you, right?"

The fierce policeman didn't wait for the cocoon to break out of the cocoon to speak, pushed him in, and sneered again and again, "Boy, don't be crossover when you get to the police station, otherwise you won't have good fruit to eat." ”

Another policeman smiled and said, "You sit for a while, and someone will come and record a statement for you." With that, he closed the door and walked out with another policeman.

It was very quiet in the dispatch room, because the interrogation room cubicle worked so well that no sound from outside could be heard at all.

There was a camera in the corner on the right side of the interrogation room, and the red dot on the camera flashed, apparently working.

There is a large piece of black glass on the left, and you can definitely see the interior from the other side.

He had seen a lot of these things on TV, but he didn't know if there would be a few people standing behind the black glass looking at him.

The interrogation room was cold, there was no air conditioning, and there were no windows except for a door, so I couldn't see the outside, and I sat quietly for a while, and no one came in. He looked at his watch, and it was eleven fifty-two.

He sat in the interrogation room for nearly half an hour, and his anger rose again, and he felt a little panicked. Before today, whenever he saw some negative news, there was no anger other than sighing.

In such an environment, even if you smash the computer for hundreds of dollars, you can't vent anything, you have to clean it yourself, and you have to spend money to buy a second-hand computer.

But now, he felt very angry, very angry.

Clasp your hands crossed, lean your head on your hands, your fingers pressed against the backs of your hands, and your elbows on the table make the table tremble.

The four legs of the table rubbed against the tiled floor, making a tooth-aching gurgling sound that echoed through the room.

"Po" ......

A flower bloomed in the cocoon's hands. A very beautiful rose, velvety. The tooth-aching gurgling stopped, and the interrogation room was quiet again.

Breaking the cocoon raised his head and looked at the rose, a smile appeared on his stiff face. He took a deep breath, thinking that there was nothing to do today anyway, but he just wasted the opportunity to "meet guests" with Zhang Mingming. Raising his head, he glanced at the camera, a hint of mockery on his face.

After a few moments, someone finally opened the door and walked in.

One was the somewhat shady policeman who brought him to the police station, and the other was about thirty years old with a blank face. The man came in without looking through the cocoon, and handed the notebook to the policeman.

The policeman placed the notebook on the table, opened it, and asked formulaic questions such as name, age, and the process at the time.

The next questioning made the fire in the cocoon's heart rise again.

"What do you have to do with the robber who robbed with a knife last night?" the middle-aged man looked at him and suddenly asked such a sentence.

"I'm ...... with the robber" Because the previous questions and answers were very smooth, Breaking the Cocoon also subconsciously said these words before reacting.

Breaking the cocoon does not exclude the police, after all, the so-called police officers mentioned on the Internet are still a minority, and the others, even if they are not bad, will not be too obvious like those people.

Just like good people, after all, there are still the majority in this society, but now the good people are less courageous, so there are more and more people who are not good.

There are also a lot of good people and good deeds in society, but in order to find some gimmicks, some reporters can always put the good things small and magnify the bad things, so that they can have more clicks on the Internet, and they will also attract "comrades" who do not know the truth to attack them.

In fact, the current social atmosphere is not very good, and it is inseparable from the careful guidance of some reporters.

When I break the cocoon, I will be angry when I see those negative news, but if I see too much, that's it. He believed that if that happened to him, he might have killed someone in secret.

He knows that he doesn't do good or bad things, and that the unpleasant things that happen online or on TV shouldn't happen to him.

He just wants to learn magic well and become a magician who can support his family in the future, and as for other things in society, it has nothing to do with him.

Breaking the cocoon is loving, but at the same time cold, of course, he can't be considered a good person.

Therefore, he will never allow his little love to be trampled on.

He is not a good person, let alone a person who is bullied.

"I have a relationship with your sister...... he didn't expect this middle-aged policeman to ask such a sentence, because the fire that was extinguished by the roses rose again, and it burned more and more.

He didn't know what the woman had said when she went to the police station, or what the policeman wanted to know.

I grew up so big on a whim, and the only time I acted bravely for righteousness was in exchange for such a sentence.