Chapter 44: My Confessions

The interviews that should have been done were also done, and the photos were taken.

Now it was left to go back and revise the pen, so the reporters withdrew one after another.

Hum Ha The second general stood beside Lei Mu and began to pat himself on the back,

"Director, what you just said is so touching!"

"Director, I really admire you more and more."

“……”

Lei Mu nodded proudly, then glanced at Tang Song very mockingly, and then raised his legs and followed the reporters to leave the room.

However, at this moment, suddenly an impassioned voice sounded.

Heavy iron shackles sounded under his feet,

Hold your whip high,

As soon as these two sentences came out, the reporters who walked to the door immediately turned their heads and began to write for Tang Song.

I don't need any "confession",

Even with a bloody bayonet in the chest!

Man cannot bow his noble head,

Only the ghosts who are afraid of death beg for "freedom";

Reporters who had already left the courtyard also poured in.

Lei Mu's face has changed color, this kid actually started to make poetry?

Iron shackles?

Whip?

Bayonet?

Damn, he can blow better than himself. Are there iron shackles?

Handcuffs at best.

Is there a leather whip?

Yes, but did it work for you?

Bayonet?

Damn, what age is it, do you still use that thing for lynching?

Reimu already realized that something was wrong, and if he continued to talk nonsense, wouldn't it be a bad thing.

So, he hurriedly asked the second general to block Tang Song's mouth.

However, some reporters who came back to the scene reacted.

Yes, even if it was intentional wounding, then why not be detained in the interrogation room? Why are you detaining in this small courtyard?

Little dark house?

Where lynching is abused?

Maybe there's something hidden here?

The reporter who understood the taste was not a vegetarian, and suddenly several tall and strong men stopped the second general.

The poems of the Tang and Song dynasties continued.

What is the intention of torture?

Death can't make me speak!

I laughed out loud at death,

The devil's palace shook in laughter;

That's who I am.

The "confession" of a ** member

This poem "My 'Confession'" is written by the revolutionary martyr Comrade Chen Ran, who was arrested and imprisoned, suffered all kinds of torture, and was determined to sacrifice himself to protect the organization and comrades. At the same time, the poem was also selected for primary school textbooks.

Tang and Song naturally became familiar with this poem. Since there is no Comrade Chen Ran in this world, and in this environment, Tang and Song Dynasty angrily used this poem "My "Confession" Book".

It has to be said that the efficiency of media reporters is quite amazing.

Thirty minutes later, the online platforms of major media began to announce the latest developments on Tang Tang's arrest.

Naturally, there are those who support the Tang and Song dynasties, and there are those who spray the Tang and Song dynasties.

Among these many articles, the most eye-catching is the poem of the Tang and Song dynasties - "My "Confession" Book".

Among the Tang fans, there were still hesitations, but after seeing the new poem that Tang Song made in the police station, he immediately became firm in his mind to follow Tang Tang forever.

"Angry, Lao Tzu is really angry. They actually tortured Tang Tang. I was shackled, whipped, bayonet, poisoned, roasted...... Are you still human? ”

"I condoled his eighteenth generation ancestors, these scumbags, I don't know how Tang Tang is doing now?"

"Report them and get this into the picture"

"However, I will send an anonymous letter to the procuratorate."

"Who is the director of the police station in these three lanes? Doxing Go! ”

"Tang Tang, hold on, we Tang fans are with you!"

"Hold on!"

“……”

The latest news, Han Bingxue and others naturally saw it.

Han Bingxue in the study stared at the computer screen and smiled faintly, "You really gave us a surprise." ”

At the same time, Zhou Ming and Russell were drinking at the barbecue stand, but when Russell saw the poem, he suddenly jumped up.

"That kid wrote poetry - "My "Confessions" Book"

When Zhou Ming heard this, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and searched.

Shen Meng'er, who has been paying attention to the latest developments, naturally saw this poem.

Feng Yan blinked, then took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Outside the Squattaoxiang police station, Brother Nine Fingers is still sitting here with all the younger brothers.

However, when Brother Nine Fingers received a phone call, he immediately gave an order to the younger brothers.

"One minute, recite this poem for me!"

A minute later, under the leadership of Brother Nine Fingers, the bald heads who surrounded the Sanxiang Police Station actually recited this poem in unison.

My "Confessions" book

Heavy iron shackles rang under Ren's feet

Hold your whip high

……

Looking at the lively passers-by, they all stopped all of a sudden.

"What are they reciting?"

"The green-skinned scoundrel reciting poems? Oh my God, it's the first time I've encountered it. ”

"God, is this really true? I couldn't believe it! ”

“……”

The rhythm is distinct, and although these green-skinned scoundrels have not been specially trained in recitation, they are now reciting at the level of experts.

Perhaps, this poem writes about their helplessness and unwillingness to become green-skinned scoundrels.

Although there were a lot of reporters left, some unwilling media reporters still chose to stay.

As it turned out, they did not wait in vain.

Seeing this, the reporters hurriedly began to work.

Meanwhile, Remu is going crazy in the office.

Before the silent meditation behavior, he also determined the true purpose of this nine-fingered brother. However, hearing their recitation, Lei Mu was now sure that they were here for the Tang and Song Dynasty.

"Damn it," Reimu slapped his desk hard.

"Director, as long as you give an order, we'll handcuff them now, damn it, and let these green-skinned scoundrels play prestige!" The second general once again showed his loyalty.

"Don't you have a long brain, I don't know if there are media reporters out there now, don't you think it's messy enough? The small "My "Confession" book of the Tang and Song dynasties has already caused an uproar. You don't want to die fast enough, do you......"

Hearing this, the two generals didn't say anything more.

What is the origin of this little one?

Just as Raimu was thinking, his phone rang.

It's a text message.

When Lei Mu saw it, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

"Your savings account with a tail number of 4565 has a transfer income of 50,000.00 yuan. 【China Construction Bank】"

As soon as I finished reading the text message, a phone call came in.

It's Liang Yun!

"Director Lei, what's going on?" Liang Yun asked.

Lei Mu already understood that the 500,000 must have come from Liang Yun.

500,000 is indeed not a small amount, to be honest, Lei Mu wants it very much, but ......

Lei Mu waved his hand at the second general, signaling the two to leave.

After Lei Mu was the only one left in the office, he spoke: "Director Liang, this matter has become complicated. Have you read the news on the Internet? ”

Liang Yun smiled, "Director Lei, leave the news on the Internet to me to deal with." I promise, when you wake up tomorrow, it's all bad news for that kid. ”

"With Director Liang's words, I have a score in my heart!" Lei Mu still believes that Liang Yun has this strength, after all, he is an excellent director.

After hanging up the phone, Lei Mu sat on the chair and crossed Erlang's legs and hummed a small tune, and now he felt that the recitations outside were not annoying at all.

Ten minutes later, Remu's phone rang again.

However, after seeing the phone number, Raimu stood up with a wit.

"Wang Ju, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"

"Sleep? Remu, I'm telling you, release them immediately. The sub-bureau has intervened in this matter! ”

"What is it? Wang Ju, why don't I understand the meaning of your words? ”

"Lei Mu, why don't you play sloppy with Lao Tzu. Let me tell you, not only does the sub-bureau know about it, but if you don't release the people, the Discipline Inspection Commission will soon talk to you. When the time comes, don't say that you can't be the director, I'm just afraid, hum! ”

Immediately there was a beep on the phone.

The other party hung up the phone directly.

Release people immediately?

Branch meddling?

Discipline Inspection Commission talk?

Lei Mu suddenly panicked, he now realized the seriousness of the matter.

Without saying a word, he hurriedly opened the door and rushed towards the small courtyard.

"Director, wait for us!"

The reporters outside the police station saw that the director hurriedly ran out and rushed towards the small courtyard next to him, and immediately smelled something keenly and hurriedly followed.

In the small black room, Tang Song was closing his eyes and recuperating, and was immediately disturbed by the three of Lei Mu.

Immediately afterwards, a group of reporters followed.

Seeing that there was a reporter present, Lei Mu cleared his throat and said to the second general, "What are you doing in a daze, quickly open the handcuffs for Xiao Tang." ”

Hearing this, all the reporters were stunned.

"What's the situation?"

"Going to be released?"

"It seems that Tang Tang was indeed wronged."

"I'll just say, how can a well-cultivated poet like Tang Tang do such a dirty thing."

"Quick, close-up, save you from missing the key moment."

“……”

Immediately afterwards, a scene that stunned everyone appeared.

The second general wanted to open the handcuffs for Tang Song with a smile, but he never wanted to be rejected by Tang Song.

"When you came up, you didn't ask any questions, and you locked me up in a small black room, what did you do at that time?"

Raimi: "......"

Tang Song continued, "Do you think we law-abiding citizens are easy to bully? Think we don't know how to defend our rights, don't we? Do you think you can catch whoever you want? ”

Raimi: "......"

Now that the close-ups of the reporters have turned to Lei Mu, Lei Mu naturally knows how powerful these reporters are. So, let the second general Hum Ha forcibly drive them out of the door.

However, where are these reporters willing to leave, this is hot news, related to their promotion and salary increase to marry Bai Fumei......

So, reporters flocked to the windows.

"What the hell do you want?" Lei Mu said with a gloomy face.

Tang Song smiled, "I don't want to do anything, I just want justice." ”

"Isn't it justice to let you go?"

"Let me go, what about the culprit?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know best what I mean. Whose benefits you received, whose money you took, and who you named, still use me to name them! ”

"So, it's not negotiable?" Remu asked.

"Nope!"

Then Reimu turned and left. He had already thought about it, and when these reporters left, he would let the second general send the surnamed Tang away.

He still doesn't believe that this arm can be pinned to the thigh!

It's just that when Lei Mu turned around, Tang Song already had an extra stone in his hand.

Although the light in the room is not very good, you can still see clearly when you write on the wall.

In order to avoid the suffering of the next generation, we are willing to-

I want to sit through the prison!

At this time, more reporters rushed over and happened to find a scene of Tang and Song writing on the wall.

Lei Mu also realized it, and hurriedly asked the second general to stop Tang and Song, the "My "Confession" book, which had already made him suffer from the enemy. He even suspected that it was the poem that alarmed the leaders above. If he is allowed to talk and write nonsense again, then he will not be able to wash himself by jumping into the Yellow River.

But there are too many reporters, how can this second general be able to stop it?

The Tang and Song dynasties are still writing.

We are born rebels,

We're going to turn things around!

We're going to knock this unreasonable upside down!

Today, we are in prison, so what is the rarity of being in prison?

In order to avoid the suffering of the next generation, we are willing to-

I want to sit through this prison.