After Wen Qiang got home, he washed up casually, and then went to bed, so many things happened in a day today, which made him mentally tired, and he needed to sleep well to make up for it.

There was nothing to say all night, and Wen Qiang got up early the next day.

Wen Qiang lives in a single apartment, a living room, although it is not very big, but it is not too small, usually when he gets up, Wen Qiang will always play Tai Chi in the living room first, and then he will exercise in the morning, and today, it is no exception.

Wen Qiang's expression is different from usual when he plays Tai Chi, his movements are done in one go from beginning to end, and the whole process is as natural as flowing water, exuding a special temperament.

Whew~ Wen Qiang let out a long breath, and after playing Tai Chi, the whole person was a lot more sober, but that temperament also disappeared because of Tai Chi.

Wen Qiang's breakfast is not particular, he took out a bottle of milk and a few pieces of bread from the refrigerator, and this is his breakfast. Although he only eats breakfast by himself, he has long been accustomed to living alone, and if there are more people suddenly coming out, he will feel unaccustomed!

One bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, one bathroom and a study, this is all the layout of this single apartment, this house is not his own, but rented, although the rent is not expensive every month, but Wen Qiang is a coach in the Tai Chi Pavilion, and he also has a salary of 5,000 yuan per month, but he can still afford the rent of this house.

Although Grandpa Li told him more than once and asked him to move over to be his companion, Wen Qiang still refused, although Grandpa Li treated him like a grandson, but Wen Qiang didn't like to live there, which made him feel like he was under the fence, he still preferred to be self-reliant, and he would never look for Grandpa Li.

"Ding-dong...... Ding Dong ...... "Wen Qiang had just eaten half of his breakfast when he heard the sound of someone ringing the doorbell.

It's only six o'clock, who would knock on the door so early? Wen Qiang couldn't help but be a little confused, even if a friend came to find him, it shouldn't be so early! After all, at this time, many people are still in the bed.

Through the cat's eye, Wen Qiang saw a middle-aged man in a police uniform, his eyes moved to his face, Wen Qiang couldn't help but feel cold, it was him!

The person at the door was none other than the squad leader with the gun yesterday evening, although he had only met him once, Wen Qiang still recognized him.

As soon as his eyes rolled, Wen Qiang knew a rough idea, he didn't open the door immediately, but sat back in the living room and continued to eat his bread.

At the door, Zhang Biao was very depressed, why did he encounter this kind of thing. Thinking of the special forces yesterday, Zhang Biao felt that his legs were weak. Yesterday, he clearly heard the kid shouting the special forces "Uncle Pan", needless to say, the relationship between the two is definitely not ordinary.

According to the military rank, that Uncle Pan is a person at the same level as Mao Ju, but one is a person in the military arena and the other is a person in the political arena. It's really hard to say which of the two is more powerful, but one thing is certain, that is, no matter which one of them, he Zhang Biao can't afford to provoke him.

After about ten minutes, Zhang Biao finally saw Wen Qiang. At this time, Wen Qiang was dressed in sportswear, although he was not handsome, but he looked like a sunny young man.

Zhang Biao knew that the relationship between Wen Qiang and the special forces was not ordinary, but he didn't dare to offend Wen Qiang too much, so he euphemistically expressed to Wen Qiang that because Wen Qiang attacked the police, he wanted to take Wen Qiang back to record a confession, but he didn't expect Wen Qiang to readily agree immediately. This made Zhang Biao happy, but also a little worried, in his opinion, Wen Qiang had nothing to fear.

Wen Qiang knew that he had to leave this time, after all, yesterday's attack on the police was an ironclad fact, and he believed that such a trivial matter as attacking the police was not a big trouble. Of course, if he doesn't want to take this trip, it's not impossible, as long as he makes a phone call to Grandpa Li, this matter will not matter, but he doesn't want to do it, it's always bad to owe favors, he is an orphan, he has known this truth since he was very young, and if he can solve it himself, try not to rely on others.

In the police car, Wen Qiang sat in the passenger seat, and there was a mess on the mobile phone screen, he had sat in a lot of good cars, but it was the first time he sat in a police car.

"Boy, wait a little bit better, you know?" Zhang Biao didn't know why he reminded him loudly.

"Hmm." Wen Qiang's gaze left the screen of his mobile phone and looked at Zhang Biao, "The police haven't been at work at this time, if my guess is correct, it should be Ah Mao's father who called you!" ”

Wen Qiang saw that Zhang Biao didn't answer, but he didn't care, and if he didn't answer, it was the best answer.

"Ah Mao is seriously injured, it is estimated that Mao Ju will not let you go lightly, you should ask for more blessings!" After a while, Zhang Biao suddenly came out with such a sentence.

The corners of Wen Qiang's mouth turned up slightly, and his heart was secretly refreshing, "I want to move my brother, it makes you feel very rhythmic!" ”

The police station, Wen Qiang has never been in, and today can be said to be the first time.

Zhang Biao asked another police officer to take Wen Qiang to the interrogation room, and then made a phone call to the Mao Bureau, saying that he had brought the person back. Then he went to the interrogation room himself.

During the interrogation, Zhang Biao did not ask very tricky questions to embarrass Wen Qiang, let alone dig language traps for him, and the police officer in charge of recording did not do anything on the record under Zhang Biao's explanation, and everything was carried out in accordance with the most formal procedures.

In the end, Wen Qiang was told that he would be detained for 48 hours, and of course, he could find someone to bail him out. Wen Qiang knew what Zhang Biao meant, but he didn't do it, 48 hours was only two days, Wen Qiang didn't think there was a big problem, so he didn't want to trouble Grandpa Li.

In fact, Zhang Biao still had some doubts in his heart, he didn't believe that Mao Ju would let Wen Qiang go so lightly, but Mao Ju didn't specifically explain anything to him, so he all followed the regular procedures, maybe Mao Ju had other arrangements!

This is exactly the case, when the Mao Bureau heard Zhang Biao's report that Wen Qiang was detained for two days, he made a phone call to Director Zhao of the detention center.

"Lao Zhao, shouldn't it still be on a woman's belly?" Mao Ju and Director Zhao are good partners, and the two have done a lot of "good things" together.

"I'm at home!" Director Zhao was obviously woken up by the phone, but when he saw that it was Mao Ju calling, he didn't get angry, because as long as he called, it meant that he had made money again. Since there is money to be made, what does it matter if you sleep less.

Mao Ju snorted and told Director Zhao about Wen Qiang, but he concealed that Wen Qiang had something to do with Old Man Li.

After hanging up the phone, Mao Ju breathed a sigh of relief and saw where else you could run!

In fact, after those thugs failed to teach Wen Qiang a lesson, Mao Ju wanted to forget it like this, because he didn't want to take too many risks. But forget it like this, he was unwilling, so he asked Zhang Biao to bring Wen Qiang back.

If Old Man Li comes forward in this process, he will naturally put away the little Jiujiu in his heart, and he will admit it this time. But if Old Man Li didn't come forward, then he wouldn't mind avenging his son's death.

Wen Qiang naturally didn't know about Mao Ju's calculations, if he knew that there was such a complicated relationship in them, he would have asked Grandpa Li to come forward.

Detention centers are generally used to hold temporary prisoners, who are generally brought in for minor crimes, and generally do not stay here for a long time.

The first time he entered the detention center, Wen Qiang was a little curious, of course, if it was a prison, he would not be curious, because it was not so easy for people in prison to get out.

Wen Qiang's mobile phone was taken away, and in the detention center, it was obviously impossible for him to leave his mobile phone with him.

Wen Qiang saw a group of people gambling around a table, and couldn't help but be a little curious, only to find out when he got closer that they were all betting on cigarettes.

In this regard, Wen Qiang has some understanding, those who will be imprisoned, maybe eight or nine out of ten are addicted to smoking, and those who are addicted to smoking If they don't smoke, it will be more uncomfortable than killing them.

But Wen Qiang couldn't figure out where they all got their cigarettes.

"Hey, boy, new here?" Wen Qiang stood for a long time, and finally someone found him.

Wen Qiang nodded, and smiled at the man, after all, he had to be in the same bedroom with these people in front of him for two days, he didn't want to give people a look at the beginning, and those who would enter here must not be good stubble, and it was better to have more than one thing.

After the man asked Wen Qiang, he didn't ask anything in detail, and turned his head to gamble again, but the others heard the man's voice and glanced at Wen Qiang a few times, but they didn't mean to talk to him.

Ay! Wen Qiang sighed and walked to his bed. There are a total of 20 beds in a bedroom here, and Wen Qiang's bed is No. 10, which is in the lower bunk. His top bunk was empty, there was no bedding, and apparently no one lived in it.

Wen Qiang lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to recuperate. Although the quilt here is not pretty, it is clean, and there will be no musty smell, which is beyond Wen Qiang's expectations.

I don't know how long it took, but Wen Qiang heard the sound of people from the detention center bringing breakfast.

As soon as breakfast came, the group of people who were gambling and smoking rushed over, and the scene was really messy, it was like grabbing food!

Whoever can't bear it will not eat, and in this process, even if there is a fight, the people in the detention center will not care.

Looking at those who fought for breakfast, Wen Qiang secretly sighed that he was lucky, if he didn't eat breakfast, would he join them? At the same time, I thought that in the next two days, I would also grab food like this?

The people from the detention center left after breakfast, and before leaving, they told everyone that half an hour later, they met in the playground.

There is no porridge for breakfast here, let alone vegetables, just buns and steamed buns. A young man walked towards Wen Qiang with a steamed bun and handed it to Wen Qiang, "Eat, I'll have to do heavy work later, if you don't eat something, you won't be able to bear it." ”

Wen Qiang looked at this young man, perhaps because he was also young, Wen Qiang looked at him more pleasantly, "No, you can eat, I was arrested after breakfast." ”

The young man was not polite, and he gnawed the steamed bun in three or two clicks. When Wen Qiang saw him like this, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and his good impression of him also increased a lot, obviously, he was hungry just now.

"You can call me Xiaoqiang."

"Ah Hui."

The two talked about the detention center again, not so much to talk about it, but to say that Wen Qiang was asking Ah Hui, a "senior".

Half an hour later, Wen Qiang came to the playground with everyone, and for some reason, everyone else was arranged to do things, but Wen Qiang was called away by Director Zhao.