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"Wen Zhong, you are suspected of intentional homicide, you have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will become a confession in court. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Wen Zhong was a little stunned, looked at the several policemen standing in front of him who were fully armed to the teeth, and put down his mobile phone in a daze. took the arrest warrant handed by the other party, and there was a resentment in my heart.

What is this Nima?

How did you become a suspect in an instant?

Which dog-pen thing is so hastily determined to be labor-management?

The arrest warrant was real, it was really stamped and signed in big red, and Wen Zhong could not do anything at this time. Resisting a few policemen armed to the teeth is simply looking for death.

I could only obediently put on handcuffs and follow the police into the police car.

"Where is this going?" Wen Zhong wondered why he wasn't detained in a small black room at the police station.

"Where is so much nonsense? Hurry up and get in the car. Wen Zhong responded with an angry shout.

Bang!

Immediately afterwards, a fist had already smashed into Wen Zhong's waist ribs, and Wen Zhong grinned in pain. Before he could calm down, there was another burst of punches and kicks.

"Be honest, just shut up if you want to have a good time."

A haze flashed in Wen Zhong's eyes: "I remember your warning, I will find a lawyer to seek justice." ”

In the face of Wen Zhong's threat, these policemen laughed: "A murderer still dares to threaten people? I really don't know how long I can live! ”

Suddenly, a piece of clothing covered Wen Zhong's head, and he crackled and beat him violently. These policemen are very skillful in beating people, they don't hit their faces, they only hit thick places, and they don't leave scars when they cover things, they are all internal injuries that can't be checked.

Wen Zhong didn't understand what was going on at this time, so he could only endure it.

This fight must be recovered through legal procedures.

The hateful faces of these people, Wen Zhong also remembered them deeply.

The strange policeman didn't give Wen Zhong politeness, and after the fight, he directly pushed Wen Zhong into the car, closed the car door with a 'bang', and drove straight out of the police station in the jurisdiction.

Along the way, these people laughed and scolded Wen Zhong, and Wen Zhong could only ignore it with his eyes.

Hold on.

From the bottom of my heart, I don't believe that I was so hastily characterized as intentional homicide, after all, many processes have not been followed. And this arrest warrant was able to appear in front of his eyes in such a short period of time, which shows how hasty these people are in judging the case.

Not even censored......

In the blink of an eye, the car drove into a detention center somewhere.

After layers of inspection and registration, he put on a prison uniform numbered 0026317.

Wen Zhong was chained and then pushed into a large room. As soon as the door opened, the commotion in the room suddenly fell silent.

There were about a dozen people living in this room with a barred door, all of them of different shapes, but the constant was the ruffian smell on their faces.

It was a bunk bed in a large bunk. After Wen Zhong was pushed in, the prison guard said, "Murderer, take care of it a little more." ”

After the prison guard finished speaking, he locked the door and did not care.

After the people left, there were gradually whispers in the room.

"Murderers? It doesn't look like it. ”

"The boss doesn't look like a murderer, isn't he ...... here"

"Don't talk about it......"

"See what he wants to do?"

Wen Zhong stood at the door and did not move, looked at the numbered 0026317 on his prison uniform, and then looked at the numbers on the beds around him, looked for them one by one, and finally found his bed near the toilet.

Fiddling with the bracelet in his hand, and looking at the ankle on his ankle, it rattled, and it seemed that this was indeed true. The gap between before and after is indeed unacceptable to Wen Zhong.

The mobile phone on the body was also confiscated, and according to the process, within 24 hours, the relatives must be notified. A few days after he came back to life, something happened again, and Wen Zhong was worried that his family would not be able to stand the stimulation.

Bang!

Wen Zhong, who was pensive, was awakened by a loud noise, and saw a group of people surrounded by prison uniforms, and some of them even pinched their noses and looked at themselves with the stench.

"Who let you sit here? Don't you know the rules when you come in? ”

"Have you ever seen the boss on your knees?"

"I heard you're a murderer?"

"Ask what you are saying, stand up!"

The slightly taller and slightly sturdy man roared angrily, his face was full of meat, and he looked like he had mixed up in society, seeing that Wen Zhong was silent, he kicked on the double-layered bed again, and the bed board almost overturned.

"Something?" Wen Zhong sat down and asked softly.

"I'm shameless for you, right, it's awesome to kill someone?" The man with a meaty face roared angrily, and stretched out his big hand to grab Wen Zhong's neck.

Tong!

Wen Zhong sat down, his feet raised and kicked on the man's knees, the man stood unsteadily, squatted in the squatting urinal next to him, and suddenly splashed.

"I'm grass!" The man was embarrassed and angry, he didn't expect Wen Zhong to dare to fight back. Struggling to get up from the urinal pit: "Beat him up." ”

As he spoke, he kicked the lower bunk bed on the side, dropped a wooden stick, and squeezed to beat Wen Zhong.

The crowd howled and wanted to surround Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong saw this situation, he must have suffered a loss, and hurriedly turned over to the opposite side of the bed and stood at the door.

"Don't run, bunny."

"Look where you're hiding!"

"Boy, are you scared?"

"Quickly kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, and call grandpa."

Everyone surrounded Wen Zhong, smiling, and didn't plan to do it yet.

Wen Zhong was furious, and the anger he was holding back along the way was nowhere to spill, and this group of people who didn't have long eyes wanted to provoke themselves. It stands to reason that this will not be the case, but the sentence of the prison guard made Wen Zhong think about it repeatedly, there is definitely something wrong in this sentence.

Wen Zhong leaned his back against the door, surrounded by more than a dozen people, holding various weapons removed from the bed in his hands, eager to try.

Tilting his head slightly, Wen Zhong saw several prison guards standing in the corridor, watching the play, it seemed that these people were still making bets, betting on who would lose and who would win.

A sense of anger arose spontaneously from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes were no longer peaceful.

"Where the are you talking so much nonsense, hit Lao Tzu." The man who was kicked by Wen Zhong squeezed through the crowd, scolded angrily in his mouth, and was the first to rush over.

Wen Zhong took a deep breath, this group of people deceived people too much, even the prison guards outside united with these people, and they didn't care about what happened here.

It looks like a fight is going to happen!

Call!

The man brandished the wooden stick and hit him on the head, Wen Zhong roared angrily, 'grass', and reached out to snatch the wooden stick, the iron chain and anklet in his hand greatly restricted his movement, and many moves could not be used.

That's a rogue move that is more than the other party, and it's not that you can't.

The huge force of the palm of his hand was numb, but the wooden stick was clutched in Wen Zhong's hand, his left hand twisted hard, and his right hand punched forward.

The man was immediately punched in the face, and the chain on his wrist followed, also hitting the man in the face.

Immediately blood broke out from the nose.

Cracking sound.

blocked the man's stick, but the rest of the people's attacks were unstoppable. Suddenly, the pain was all over his body, Rao is Wenzhong protected his head, and the tears of pain almost came out.

Punching the old master to death, that's right.

The man covered his nose and screamed in pain, falling backwards, but his mouth kept scolding again: "Beat Lao Tzu hard, it's no problem to beat me hard." ”

Cracking sound......

Wen Zhong's ears were full of voices and stick shadows, and he gritted his teeth and endured it without saying a word.

The forehead was broken again, the bandaged wound was torn, and blood was pouring down his face.

I don't know when the prison uniform was torn, I don't know who has a sharp weapon in his hand, and there are hot pains in several places on his body, and the blood stains his clothes red.

Everyone seemed to be tired, and they saw Wen Zhong squatting at the door with his hands and his head, blood flowing all over the ground. Everyone gasped and leaned aside to take a break.

The man found a little tissue to plug his nostrils, snatched a steel rod from unknown place in his hand, and quickly called Wen Zhong: "I'm grassy, let your rabbit cub resist and kill you." ”

Wen Zhong, who was protecting his head, raised his head suddenly, staring at the man with red eyes and bloodshot face: "It seems that you are really lawless, and you will join forces with the prison guards to trick me." ”

"Don't you really think Lao Tzu will be angry?" Wen Zhong roared angrily, and the wooden stick in his hand blocked the man's steel rod.

Immediately followed by a quick grappling action, skimming the man's wrist, snatching the steel rod, and poking the man's stomach.

Grass! Grass! Grass! ......

After smashing it four or five times in a row, the man's face turned pale in pain, and his mouth was wide open but he couldn't shout. His face was covered with beads of sweat, and his body was bent into a lobster.

All this happened too fast, and many criminals who were standing around and resting did not react, and their boss was already overturned.

"And you!"

Wen Zhong's eyes were red, and he dragged the rattling iron chain under his feet, and hit the nearest person.

At this time, the surrounding people reacted, and suddenly scolded angrily, and the room was in a mess again, and Wen Zhong fought.

Whew, bang!

Wen Zhong picks close-quarters hits, after all, the shackles are so long, and he can't catch up. Come one, don't hit the head, only hit the chest and abdomen, knock it out and can't see the trauma, at most bruised.

Wen Zhong also knows this.

For a while, Wen Zhong was red-eyed, no matter who it was, it was all done with two or three sticks.

This group of criminals was finally scared, and some of them had already thrown away the things in their hands, fell to their knees with a 'poof', and slapped themselves left and right.

"Grandpa, you're the boss, so you'll go around the little one."

"You adults have a lot, don't be like us dogs......"

All kinds of flattery, all kinds of compromises.

Wen Zhong didn't care how much he watched, he knocked over one by one.

For a while, the room was full of screams and wails.

Especially when I saw a person standing aside in a daze, holding a half-cut piece of iron in his hand, and there was a trace of flesh and blood on the iron sheet. Thinking of the scars on his body, he must have nothing to do with this person.

Dragging the anklets, walking in front of this person, Wen Zhong stared at it carefully, this person looked very young, not like a guy in the detention center, but this guy's heart is so vicious.

Whew, bang!

A stick hit the man on the back, followed by a kick in the crook of the man's leg, and the young man fell to his knees with a 'poof' without saying a word.

Bang Dang!

Wen Zhong threw down the steel rod in his hand, looked at the several prison guards at the door with disbelief on their faces with a wicked smile and asked, "Is it good-looking?" ”