A few rays of moonlight shone on the ground but were swallowed up by the infinite darkness, and there was not a single ripple on the broken mud wall, where a coffin sat in this remote corner, low and full of oppression, this was the interrogation room that no one cared about.

The powerful heartbeat of 'bang bang bang' echoed in Sun Zheng's ears, his eyes were a little dazed, and he looked at the ring-shaped metal with a cold texture on his hands in a trance, and he shivered all over, and he couldn't accept it.

The door was pushed open, and two uniformed criminal policemen walked in, sitting leisurely in front of Sun Zheng less than two meters in front.

"What's your name" The criminal policeman on the right took a sip of tea, took out the transcript, and asked emotionlessly.

Seeing that Sun Zheng didn't answer, he slammed the table twice.

"Hey, what's your name?" The slightly chubby criminal policeman on the left raised his thick eyebrows, and his voice couldn't help but raise a lot.

Sun Zheng bowed his head and was silent, in a trance, the two criminal policemen glanced at each other, nodded their foreheads, the little fat criminal policeman got up and walked to Sun Zheng's side, pulled his hair violently, and slapped Sun Zheng's face a few times, half of the eyes that had just been bandaged overflowed with blood, and then picked up the police flashlight on the side and shot it at the other eye, Sun Zheng only felt a pain on his face for a while, and then a strong light shot into his eyes, and a sense of dizziness filled his brain, Sun Zheng wanted to hide, wanted to close, but he couldn't do it at all.

'Ahhh

The criminal policeman on the right side of "Little Fatty" heard Sun Zheng speak and waved his hand.

"Say, what's your name?"

"I didn't kill anyone, it's not me I didn't kill people. He's alive." Sun Zheng muttered in panic, confessed leniently, resisted the eight big characters of strictness, and looked at the two people in front of him in horror.

"What? Say what? The little fat detective saw Sun Zheng speak, but he couldn't hear what he was saying, so he leaned down and pricked up his ears.

At this time, the criminal policeman on the right got up and walked in front of Sun Zheng, and seemed to see that he was scared and uneasy, and the information showed that he was still a student, took out a box of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, leaned over, and asked.

"Do you smoke?"

Sun Zheng looked at him with fluttering eyes, and took out one from the box, and the criminal police also helped him light the fire, and took a few big mouthfuls, the criminal police looked at Sun Zheng, who was in a somewhat stable mood, turned around and sat back.

"Uncle Li" Chubby hesitated and wanted to say something, but he swallowed back when he saw Uncle Li's sharp eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Sun Sun Zheng" Sun Zheng, who was spitting green smoke, trembled and said his name.

"Age"

“19”

"Do you know why you're sitting like this?" Uncle Li put down the pen in his hand and interlaced his fingers.

"Knowing that it hurts someone"

"What? Hurt someone? You're killing someone!! Chubby leaned against the corner of the table and told the truth unceremoniously.

"I didn't!! I didn't!! I didn't kill anyone!! I didn't! Hearing the word killing, Sun Zheng's heart immediately became manic, and even the seat that fixed his body was swayed by him, and the heavy handcuffs on his wrists seemed to be torn off.

"None? What do you see this is? The little fat detective stepped forward and pressed down Sun Zheng's head, and threw it into a transparent sealed bag in front of him, which contained a silver metal stick, its head was very sharp, and there were undried blood stains on it.

"Didn't kill anyone? Didn't kill anyone, tell me, why is this thing in the victim's neck? Whose fingerprint is this? There are even eyewitnesses who pointed out that you coerced the victim against his neck! The little chubby detective yelled.

Sun Zheng looked at the silver stick, speechless, and his spirit collapsed at this moment.

He's dead? Is he really dead? Was it me who killed him? I killed someone

'Ahh After Sun Zheng let out a mournful roar, his struggling body slowly quieted down, his voice choked, and then he howled and cried

Police station, hall.

"Please, let me see my son, he can't kill people, how can he kill people, you must be mistaken" A woman pulled the police officers around her with red eyes, still not believing that Sun Zheng would commit a crime, and pleaded bitterly.

"Our police officers are also acting in accordance with the law, and if there is not enough evidence, they will not be detained for 24 hours, and now, your son's evidence and physical evidence are all occupied, as well as the surveillance video at the entrance of the tenement building in the lot, if you make trouble like this, you are obstructing official business" Uncle Li, who ended the interrogation, drank tea and came out of the side door.

Uncle Li looked at his grandmother with a haggard face, his heart trembled inexplicably, and he was also a parent, so he put aside his eyes and said.

"You can go see him, though, but he's emotionally unstable"

The staircase of black oil, the silence is terrifying, the grandmother, accompanied by Uncle Li, came to a detention room of less than eight square meters, there is a bench inside, soft-packed, you can lie down, the wall is white, soft-packed, this is also a measure to prevent some prisoners from self-harm, as if it is a corner abandoned and spit on by the world, Sun is crawling on the ground with his back to the cold cell.

"Xiaozheng's mother is here, mom is here, they must have made a mistake, I will hire the best lawyer for you, don't do stupid things, wait for news from your mother," the grandmother covered her nose and mouth, holding back her crying eyes. Seeing her only son wrapped in gauze and half of his body, the mother could still be calm.

The most humble strength is when the tears dare not let others see when they are sad, Sun Zheng does not dare to turn his head, he is even more afraid to turn his head, he is afraid to see his mother, everyone has a secret suffering, not known to outsiders, we often say that people are as cold as ice, in fact, it is just that he is sad.

When I was a teenager, I especially liked to emphasize dignity, afraid of being indifferent, ignored, looked down upon, looked down upon, and reckless, but I didn't know that the biggest obstacle in life was my own heart, if you were enough, people would respect you, you were not enough, how to treat you, you would feel disrespected, no dignity.

It was late at night, Bai Wenjie went through the bail procedures under Bai Bo's interpersonal relationship, and stood in front of the door of the luxury car, Bai Wenjie refused to get into the car for a long time, and her eyes stayed at the gate of the police station.

Gently, he said: Sun Zheng.