Nanjing Police Station, a temporary detention room. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhao Yan'an lay quietly on the single iron bed in the detention room, he had already woken up, not only woke up, but also woke up, this detention room was very small, only four or five square meters at most, in such a small space, in addition to an iron bed, there were pools and squatting pits, and the smell inside was not very good.

There was only a bamboo mat and a thin inferior quilt on the bed, Zhao Yan didn't make a fuss, because he knew that he wouldn't stay here for long, he remembered that he killed someone again last night, but he also remembered that he killed a killer last night.

According to the law of the Ming Dynasty, killing a killer will not only not be punished, but there will also be an official reward.

Just like last time, after the assassination investigation in front of Hua Yuanlou was clear, when he woke up from the hospital, he had an extra bonus of 50,000 yuan in his bank card.

At this time, Zhao Yan was lying on the iron bed with half-squinted eyes, recalling the scene of last night, and felt a little regretful that Impermanence did not send a gunman over this time.

If Impermanence had sent the Gunslinger this time, perhaps he would have felt the spontaneous activation of his body go back in time again. It's a pity that Impermanence only sent two melee killers who didn't have good kung fu this time.

If the impermanence person learns that he commented on the Thunder Mist Combination, I don't know what the reaction will be.

About half an hour later, at the end of the corridor on the left, there was the sound of the iron door opening, followed by footsteps and the commotion and shouting of the cell.

"Steamed porridge again? Is this something that people eat? Grass! ”

"It's finally time to eat! I'm starving to death! ”

"Hey! Ay! Police officer! Is it okay for me to pay for it myself? Go out and buy me something good! This steamed porridge eats the dead! ”

……

Zhao Yan heard these are the suspects in the other detention cells shouting, and in addition, Zhao Yan also heard a voice with a very rough tone.

"Less nonsense!"

"Yours!"

"Yours!"

"If you don't eat it, throw it out! Where did all this nonsense come from! ”

"Want to eat good? Why do you want to eat well? I don't care about you! ”

"Yours!"

"Yours!"

……

Zhao Yan was lying on the iron bed, his hands pillowed behind his head and did not move, unlike those suspects who were shouting and making noise, Zhao Yan was very calm, he had experienced so many things in the past year, and the killers had killed six or seven, his mind naturally increased, like the nonsense of those suspects in the detention room next to him, he was not interested in talking.

Except for showing that he was useless, it did not have any effect, but attracted ridicule and scolding from the police.

Soon, the black-clothed policeman who distributed breakfast came to Zhao Yan's detention room outside the iron gate, and an enamel jar was casually thrown outside the iron gate, the black-clothed policeman was probably surprised by Zhao Yan's quietness, and couldn't help but glance up at him, and casually took two yellowed steamed buns and put them on the lid of the enamel jar, without chopsticks or spoons.

"Yours!"

The black-clad police officer said in a rough voice, and then pushed the cart on.

Zhao Yan raised his eyes and glanced at the breakfast outside the iron gate, his stomach was really hungry, he hooked the corners of his mouth, Zhao Yan didn't speak, his waist straightened, he sat up, put his hands down from the back of his head, raised his legs and got off the iron bed, and staggered to the iron gate to pick up the enamel jar outside the door.

Suddenly, Zhao Yan felt something, turned his head, and saw Luo Huaqian in the detention room diagonally opposite, Luo Huaqian's silver-gray eyes were also looking at him.

Zhao Yan winked at her left eye, her lips pursed forward, and made a kissing expression, Luo Huaqian's face flushed, and she didn't look coldly at her, so she quickly lowered her head and picked up her enamel jar, and then turned around and walked to the inside of her detention room.

Zhao Yan was a little surprised, but it didn't matter, he stood up with the enamel jar, took a big bite of a steamed bun in his hand, and still staggered back to the iron bed.

"Grass! It's really unpalatable! ”

After swallowing the steamed buns in his mouth, Zhao Yan scolded in a low voice, the scolding was still in his ears, he took a big bite of a large piece of steamed buns again, chewing hard, his family sells breakfast, and the steamed buns at home are much more delicious than this, but Zhao Yan is not squeamish, he is squatting here now, hungry, only this steamed porridge, there is no choice, he eats crispy, there is no, he feels unpalatable, and when he goes out, he eats more delicious and makes it back.

At about 9 o'clock in the morning, the black-clothed police officer came to Zhao Yan's iron gate again, and walked all the way, the sound of shouting and making trouble in the detention room next to him was endless, and the black-clothed police officer had a cold face and turned a deaf ear.

When he walked in front of Zhao Yan's iron gate, he glanced at Zhao Yan, who was lying on the bed with Erlang's legs and shaking his legs leisurely, took out a magnetic card and swiped it on the door lock, and with a click, the iron gate automatically and slowly retracted to the right.

"Zhao Yan! You're good to go! Come out! ”

The black-clothed police officer said and stepped out of the way and told Zhao Yan to go out.

"Huh!"

Zhao Yan chuckled, the expected release really came, as soon as he turned over, he got off the bed, walked to the door while stretching his waist, glanced at the detention room diagonally opposite with the corners of his mouth slightly curled, raised his chin, and asked, "What about her?" Put it too, right? ”

"Yes!"

The black-clothed police officer glanced back at Luo Huaqian, who was also indifferent in the detention room diagonally opposite, and gave an affirmative answer.

Zhao Yan walked out of the detention room with a smile, stood still and moved his somewhat tired body casually, and said casually: "Then let it go!" We're in this together! ”

The black-clothed police officer glanced at him, didn't say anything, walked over to open the door for Luo Huaqian, and Luo Huaqian also got up and walked behind the iron gate to wait.

"Calling ......"

A loud whistle sounded in the detention cell not far away, and footsteps and commotion could be heard in four or five nearby detention cells.

"Hey! Little Red Guy! Did you smash the glass of your grandmother's house last night? Released so soon? ”

"Haha!!"

"I guess so!"

"Little Red Guy ......"

……

The words caused a coaxing sound, and the corners of Zhao Yan's mouth smiled at a young man behind the door of the detention room diagonally opposite to the left, who looked to be 22 or 3 years old, dyed with exaggerated yellow hair, and two earthworm-like green dragons tattooed on his two arms exposed outside his short sleeves.

It's not that Zhao Yan deliberately described it like this, it's that he really thinks that yellow hair really looks like a piece of shit, Zhao Yan has always liked his black hair, in his opinion, good black hair is not needed, he has to dye it in other colors, he is simply willing to be cheap, what's so good about shit yellow?

As for the two green dragons on the young man's arm...... It's really an insult to this legendary beast, those two thin arms like hemp rods, don't they make those two green dragons look like earthworms!

Zhao Yan's disdainful eyes probably stimulated the young man, and the young man's face turned angry and scolded: "You look at Lao Tzu with this kind of unbeaten eyes!" Believe it or not, wait for Lao Tzu to go out and gouge out your assholes? ”

"Haha! Ghosts! You've been despised by this little red guy! Ha ha! You're out of the way, are you? ”

"Haha!"

……

Laughter was heard again in several nearby detention cells.

Zhao Yan's smiling eyes swept through these detention rooms, and found that these were all gangsters, almost all of them had dyed their hair, some even had earrings, and the clothes on their bodies were also strange, tattered like beggars, but they all had a rebellious face.

Zhao Yan noticed that there were still blood stains on several of them on their foreheads and hands, and it was estimated that they should have come in from a fight.

"Let's go!"

The voice of the black-clothed police officer came from behind Zhao Yan, Zhao Yan tilted his head slightly, saw that Luo Huaqian had appeared beside him, smiled at her, and Zhao Yan walked towards the exit of the corridor.

"Hey! Belle! You're leaving, aren't you? Leave a mobile phone number, right? Wait for my brother to play with you when he goes out! ”

"Wow! The beauty is so beautiful! Make a friend, right? ”

"Beauty! You've got so long legs! I can definitely let my brother play for a year! ”

……

After the gangsters in the detention rooms on the left and right saw Luo Huaqian, their eyes suddenly lit up, and the foul language was endless, and the third sentence was the little gangster called the little ghost.

"What's it called?"

The black-clothed police officer gave a cold warning, and Zhao Yan slightly tilted his head to catch a glimpse of Luo Huaqian's face tense and her eyes were cold, but she controlled it and did not break out.

A smile on the corner of Zhao Yan's mouth disappeared, Luo Huaqian could bear it, but he didn't want to bear it, so he immediately suddenly exerted force in his legs and rushed forward diagonally......

"Bang !!"

The right foot wearing leather shoes kicked the iron gate of the fine ghost detention room, and the huge sound frightened everyone, and the entire iron gate shook suddenly, and the people present only saw that the fine ghost behind the iron gate was suddenly bounced out by the shaking iron gate, and flew out with a bang, hitting the wall at the end of the detention cell, and then bounced back and fell on the edge of the iron bed, followed by falling on the floor tiles.

"Uh...... Yes...... Mommy ......"

The ghost's whole body curled up in a ball, tears and snot flowing all over his face.

“……”

“……”

“……”

There was silence all around, and in the silence, some people quietly retreated, away from the iron gate, and some people swallowed their saliva nervously, and the iron gate of the ghost's detention cell was still buzzing and trembling, and everyone could see at a glance that there was a deep footprint left on the iron gate.

Zhao Yan, who retracted his right foot, no longer had a trace of a smile on his face at this time, staring coldly at the fine ghost curled up on the ground of the detention room, seeing that he couldn't get up anymore, Zhao Yan's cold eyes slowly scanned the gangsters in the other detention rooms on both sides.

Maybe Zhao Yan didn't realize it himself, he would tease Luo Huaqian from time to time, and even directly insult her, but when he heard these little gangsters playing Luo Huaqian with 'dirty words' just now, a wave of anger in his heart went straight to his head.

Luo Huaqian looked at Zhao Yan's cold side face and pressing eyes, her tense expression couldn't help relaxing, and the fist she had just clenched was slightly released.

The eyes are no longer so cold.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth without realizing it.

"Hey! Do you still want to release it? You damaged this door, you know? It's all the property of the police department! ”

After being shocked, the black-clothed police officer finally came to his senses, and hurriedly took two steps forward and scolded Zhao Yan with a cold face.

"How much? I pay! ”

Zhao Yan restrained the anger on his face and replied with a smile.

"And what if you hurt someone?"

The black-clad police officer rebuked again.

"I'm responsible for the medical expenses!"

Zhao Yan still replied with a smile.

He doesn't care about a little medical expenses, as long as he is angry.

The black-clothed policeman stared at him, and his expression eased after a while, probably he was also disgusted with those little gangsters, his eyes looked at the shirt on Zhao Yan's upper body, and the black-clothed policeman nodded and left first.

The shirt on Zhao Yan's upper body is of extraordinary texture and very fine workmanship, and those little gangsters have no eyesight to see, but this black-clothed police officer has eyesight, only from the shirt on Zhao Yan's upper body, it can be concluded that as long as Zhao Yan is willing to pay, he should be able to afford these things.

A shirt is worth more than a thousand yuan, and he must be rich!

After coming out of the detention room, Zhao Yan and Luo Huaqian signed separately, left their mobile phone numbers, and were released.

When she walked out of the gate of the police station, Luo Huaqian, who had been silent all the way, suddenly spoke: "Thank you!" ”

Zhao Yan turned his head to look at her unexpectedly, seeing that her face still had that unapproachable expression, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl, Luo Huaqian was obviously thanking him for the kick he had just made in the detention room.

"Back to school?"

Zhao Yan asked her.

"Get the car first! My car is still at the bar! Luo Huaqian said.

Zhao Yan smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Hehe, I almost forgot!" My car is still there! Let's go! Let's take a taxi together and get the car! ”

Luo Huaqian did not refuse.

One night passed, a fight was fought, two murderers were killed, and a little gangster was kicked, Zhao Yan's depressed mood last night seemed to be relieved, with a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth all the way, the two cars separated at the gate of Hallym College, Luo Huaqian continued to go back to her Jinling University, and Zhao Yan's thunder wing limped and entered Hallym College.

When he returned to the dormitory, Zhang Peng happened to come out of the bedroom, with sleepy eyes, and saw Zhao Yan coming out of the outside refreshed, Zhang Peng's footsteps stopped, looked Zhao Yan up and down with complicated eyes, and asked, "You won't really go out on a date with Luo Huaqian last night, right?" ”

Zhao Yan was slightly silent, but simply nodded.

"That's right! It's time to go to the bar! ”

Zhang Peng looked at Zhao Yan and didn't speak for a few seconds, then walked to the side where the toothbrush and toothpaste were placed, turned his back to Zhao Yan and said in a complicated tone: "You are really a scumbag!" ”

Zhao Yan looked at his back squeezing toothpaste, rarely did not get angry, looked at it twice, and walked into his bedroom in silence.

He didn't return overnight, Zhang Peng must be the one he really opened a room with Luo Huaqian last night, it seems that what happened in the dancing bar last night has not reached Zhang Peng's ears, Zhao Yan doesn't want to explain, and he doesn't think there is any point in explaining.

……

After this day, Zhang Peng was obviously estranged from Zhao Yan, and no longer went to the cafeteria and classroom with Zhao Yan every day, even if the two were in the dormitory at the same time, Zhang Peng no longer went into Zhao Yan's bedroom with a hippie smile to chat with Zhao Yan and fart like before, and when he met in the living room every day, he didn't even greet Zhao Yan anymore, and he didn't have a smile.

Zhang Peng obviously felt that Zhao Yan's character was problematic and didn't want to be friends with him anymore. (To be continued.) )