The two of them silently followed me behind the police and walked into the dark detention center.

The man squatting inside the iron fence stared sharply at the two newcomers who had just joined.

"You stay here for the remaining seven days, I heard that you are very good at fighting, don't make trouble, did you hear, Captain Qin said that he would bring his little sister to see you in seven days."

Given the best advice, the officers uncuffed the two of them and locked them inside.

The sound of shoes rubbing against the concrete floor faded away, and the dim lights inside the detention center drew the eyes of everyone inside to the two newcomers.

"New here? What did you do?"

"Let's hit someone."

"Oh, what Lao Tzu looks down on the most is those of you who have been arrested and imprisoned for a few days because of violence." Said a man with extraordinarily thick hair and a mustache.

"Newcomers, don't listen to him, this kid didn't give money because of prostitution/prostitution, so the young ladies had no choice but to call the police, and as a result, those young ladies lost their jobs and entered the bureau. Have you ever seen such a disgusting person?" A stout man on the other side spat out a mouthful of saliva and said rudely.

"Bullshit, I'm an artist, an artist is called a prostitute~, this is called a material, how can I give money for the material, what I want to do is to paint what I understand in my heart, what I want to do, and inherit it for thousands of years." The bearded man raised his hands, hugged him like a virgin, and was moved to tears by himself as he spoke.

"Come on, I'm angry when I talk about it, and if I talk about it too much, I'll want to knock you right now."

"You only have two days left to go out, and if you beat me, you'll be delayed for seven days."

The rude man was speechless for a while, and some stared at the bearded man speechlessly, not afraid of being shameless for the hooligans, but for being educated.

"Old Yang? When a newcomer comes, he doesn't speak?"

Mo Qilin and Pillow Qiao set their eyes on the person curled up in the corner.

"Is he?"

"Oh, old Yang, the people of the rivers and lakes call Guevara Yang, and his words have won the praise of the people of the rivers and lakes, and people have erected him and called him the spiritual leader."

"Che Guevara-Young?"

"We'll give you a paragraph."

"Ahem."

The rude man cleared his throat, and then the bearded man wiped his face as if he was about to start the show.

"Why did you burglarize?"

The stout man imitated himself as a journalist, his hands slightly clenched into empty fists, as if he were holding a microphone.

"There's no money, huh? Is this an interview with me?"

"Well, yes."

"Ahem, hello." The bearded man cleared his throat and said.

"On the night of the 10th, we went to someone's house and borrowed something and sold it in the West Square."

"Where did all that money go?"

"There's no money, it's lost, there's not a penny left."

"As far as I know, those things you took should have been sold for thousands of dollars, how could they be used up so quickly?"

Mo Qilin and Pillow Qiao sat on the ground and looked at each other, continuing to watch the performance of the two.

"Ah, go to KTV to play, go to hi, go to play."

"Why would you want to go to indoor burglary?"

"If you don't have money, you must do it, if you don't do it, you won't have the money."

"Then you won't help others do small work, you have hands and feet, if you go to the construction site, you will have a lot of money a day?"

"Part-time job? In terms of part-time work, it is impossible to work part-time, and it is impossible to work part-time in this life. ”

"Moving bricks, moving bricks and not having the strength to do it, you can only break into the house and steal some things to maintain your life."

"I've picked the lock from the year of Gengzi to the present. 100...... oh no, 10,000. Sometimes when you meet a rich family, you can just have a meal there or something. ”

"Ahem, what do you think it's like to be in a detention center?"

The bearded man stroked his long thick hair and smiled contemptuously, then continued to reply: "Entering the detention center is like going home." ”

"I rarely go home in a year, and sometimes, I don't go home during the Chinese New Year, only if something happens at home, I just go back to see, like this."

"Uh, then do you think it's better to be in the detention center or at home?"

"Well, the feeling in the detention center, the feeling in the detention center is much better than at home."

The stout man looked stunned, and hurriedly turned his expression and continued to ask, "Why, do you think so?"

"It's boring to be alone at home, I don't have friends to play with, I don't have a girlfriend, I come in and I'm all talented, and I talk well, oh, I like it so much."

"It's like the feeling of singing in a KTV outside, the feeling of being so excited that you fly to the sky."

"Well, thank you for your answer." The stout man withdrew his fist with regret.

Fierce applause rang out in the room, and Mo Qilin and Pillow Qiao couldn't help but applaud.

"Beautiful."

"Wonderful."

"It's all in the past, it's not worth mentioning." The man in the corner raised his right hand and said.

"Spiritual leader, young woman."

"If you really want to talk about it, we are still the best in Lao Yang here." The bearded man leaned lazily against the wall and yawned.

"Hehe, two prostitutes/prostitutes, two fights and brawls, how can they be compared with me."

"You are a burglar again, and the thief came out."

"Well, they're all talents."

Mo Qilin and Pillow Qiao looked embarrassed at the two of them arguing, and couldn't help but rub their faces.

It wasn't long before the sound of shoes tapping against the floor was heard again in the hallway.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat."

One or two policemen were pushing a small cart with boxed lunches in it.

They placed the lunch boxes one by one in the gap of the iron door for them to take for themselves, and then they came to Mo Qilin and them.

"It's time to eat."

The officer, holding a black stick in his hand, knocked on the iron plate on the trolley, making a metal crashing sound.

Pillow Qiao's face was a little strange, and he recalled the scene when his master led a large bucket and knocked a wooden stick in his hand to the pigsty to feed.

It's okay if I don't want to get up, but when I think about it, Pillow Qiao feels more and more similar.

"Are you feeding the pigs?"

A faint sound was heard coming from the deepest part of the cell, and many people who were eating deliciously stopped chewing with dull expressions.

"It's like!"

"Do you think so?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen how to feed pigs."

"Hey, didn't you say that I'll let you rest down for a few days." The two police officers suddenly felt that their actions were indeed a bit like feeding pigs, and then said with a grudge.

"Oh, this is what the Qin team prepared for you, I'm afraid you will be hungry."

The two police officers hurriedly put down the lunch box and quickly pushed the cart away.

They are also a little afraid that these people will make a fuss, and it will be very troublesome at that time.

"Good guy, relation."

The stout man and the bearded man saw the lunch box opened by Mo Qilin and Pillow Qiao, and their eyes straightened.

The slices of meat stuffed in the lunchbox, the prawns on the side of the rice, and the chicken broth separated separately make them feel that the lunch box in their hands is tasteless.

The fragrance wafted out of the lunch box of the two of them, and the people around them immediately felt that the lunch box in their hands was not fragrant.

"Special treatment, I'll go, do you want this."

"Damn authority."

"The ugliness of human nature."

"Phew."

Spitting around, Mo Qilin and Pillow Qiao didn't move, and even felt like laughing.

"Big brother, good things have to be shared, right?"

"Give us a taste too, there is no sticky meat today, but it makes me hungry and thin." The stout man's saliva dripped on the ground, making Pillow Qiao frown.

"What if we don't give?"

"Then let you know that a big fist is a hard ......"

"Bang."

Pillow Qiao slammed his fist on the ground, and cracks appeared on the concrete floor, cracking in all directions.

His eyes fell on Pillow Qiao, "Forehead, the big fist is ......"

In front of him, Mo Qilin stretched out a finger and lightly tapped it on the iron fence, and the iron rod made of steel bent outward under the slight force of that finger.

"The two big brothers eat well." The stout man snorted his snot, and held his lunch box and shrank into the corner of the Yang man.

Ah, what monsters they are!

The bearded man glanced at the cracked floor with his fist and the iron pillar that was poked and bent by a finger, and he was afraid for a while, and wept alone.

Are you sure they didn't come in after beating someone, such a fierce person must have come in with a dead person.

Wait a minute! If they kill people to come in, then why are they only locked up for seven days? Even he was locked up for fifteen days because of prostitution~, powerful, shady!

His face turned pale, and the darkness of this world was finally about to appear in front of him.

Ah, people who dedicate their lives to art can't escape the jealousy of the powerful after all, and those minions hidden in the darkness of the world are finally going to attack themselves.

He looked at the lunch box in his hand in horror, his face turned pale, what method would they use to kill themselves and poison the rice? Or do you just beat yourself to death with violence?

The strength of those two people is so terrifying, just one person can beat himself to death.

No, no, if you beat yourself to death here, it's too eye-catching, and it's easy to attract the attention of those policemen, so it's most likely to poison yourself in your food.

Cold sweat broke out on his head, and his hands trembled as he opened the lid of the lunch box, and inside was green cucumbers and greens, and there was no flesh in sight.

"Dajia, I'll eat it for you."

Walked up to the stout man and put the lunch box in his hand, and the stout man was about to cry.

"Ji, you're such a nice person."

"A, eat."

Hiding aside and watching the stout man finish the boxed lunch, seeing that nothing happened to him, the bearded man breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm too witty, come on those powerful and shady people, I won't give in to your obscenity!

Although the master's status is not high, he also has this one, not hit by the wind, and has a righteous and pure heart.

"Pillow Qiao, what is he doing?"

"Who knows?"

Mo Qilin and Pillow Qiao continued to eat the boxed lunch in their hands, watching the startled performance of the bearded man, their eyes rolling.

What Pillow Qiao and Mo Qilin didn't know was that this bearded man had been fantasizing about indescribable persecution in his heart.

It's so fragrant.