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He led me to my brother's parents and introduced me briefly, wiping tears from my eyes and bowing one by one. Didn't say much, I don't know what to say. I don't know what the point of such a meeting is, I don't want to know at this moment. As if he had lost his soul, he answered a few times, said goodbye to them, and walked home.

Just after walking a few steps, the third brother chased after him, "Hyosung, Brother Hao has been locked up in the No. 1 Detention Center for the past few days, and he can stay for a while before the verdict is handed down, and he will be transferred to prison after the verdict." It is not necessarily the specific prison to which you will be transferred. ”

My brain can only passively accept and not actively think. So I don't know why he told me this, I just "um" and keep walking home.

When I arrived at the door of the bookstore, I stood at the door and watched for a while. At that time, my brother also bought me a book and left my phone number. It would be nice if everything stopped at that "first meeting of all evils".

After standing for a while, there was a continuation of the walk home. When I got home, my mother and sister were not at home. I washed my face with cool water, put a compress on my eyes, and then lay down on the bed and began to think about what had just happened. Everything just now happened again like a movie.

My brother passed by me, and it started one scene after another. He no longer had that good smell on his body, and his hair naturally drooped. I haven't changed my "hairstyle" yet, and my tall body is straight and straight. The body is the "suit" of the No. 1 Detention Center. It's a pity that I didn't see his face, I didn't see the heroism between his eyebrows. He must have seen me when the car passed me, and although he didn't look up at me, I still couldn't see his face, but I knew he saw me.

My heart ached like a knife, I wanted to see him, I wanted to hear him say something, I especially wanted to. But how can I meet him? I have no power or power, and it is so easy for a high school graduate to "visit prison".

At that time, I was "simple-minded and well-limbed" and knew nothing about the "process" of visiting prisons. I didn't even know where the detention center was, so I secretly decided to meet him. Maybe it was because I knew that I would never see him again, so I had to think of a way to go in and see him.

I was thinking about it over and over again on the bed, and suddenly I thought of someone, Aunt Zhang. By the way, why didn't I see Aunt Zhang on such an important day today. It stands to reason that Aunt Zhang should come to see my brother, she wants to see my brother as much as I do, or she wants to see my brother more than I do, and her feelings for my brother are as good as mine. But why didn't I see Aunt Zhang today.

I was about to start reasoning when my mother returned. I hurriedly got out of bed and mechanically helped my mother choose vegetables, wash vegetables, and cook. When the meal is cooked, eat. During the meal, my mother said that she would take my sister and me back to my father's farm in the afternoon. I knew I couldn't resist, so I didn't say anything. can only go according to her old man's arrangement.

And what I always thought about in my heart was, where Aunt Zhang was, and why Aunt Zhang didn't go to the trial. Also, I'm going to the detention center, and I must find a way to go in and see him.

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I stayed at my father's farm for more than ten days, and I thought a lot about it these days. The main thing is to figure out one thing and come up with a solution.

The thing I want to understand is that I want to see my brother no matter what. The way I came up with was to use my press card to interview the director of the detention center, enter the detention center, and meet him. Look at how naïve I was back then. What defeated me may have been either "innocent" or naïve.

Returning from my father's farm, I began to implement my plan. At that time, I realized that I had such a good eloquence, and I never realized that I was simply burying talent.

At that time, the technology of network query was not very developed, at least I did not have much mastery. Therefore, if you want to contact the director of the detention center, this is the first difficulty. However, this incident is the simplest of the series of "incidents" that follows. I only used the "114" phone number inquiry desk to check the official external telephone number of the No. 1 Detention Center.

The phone rang and it worked. At that time, I did not know that detention centers also had so-called "administrative departments". I thought that the detention center would have nothing to do except take care of the prisoners. In fact, this official external phone number is the office of the detention center. Mainly deal with miscellaneous work such as communication from superiors and reception. These are the things I have learned since I joined the job. At that time, I felt that it was already nice to have someone to receive me.

The phone rang and I explained my intentions, but of course I couldn't say that I was there to see a prisoner. It's very "noble" to go, what I'm saying is that I'm going to interview the director of the detention center. Why the interview? Discuss with him the reasons for the rise in juvenile delinquency in recent years.

I had just graduated from high school, and I was still a "teenager", and I had not yet figured out the true definition of a teenager, but I had to discuss the issue of juvenile delinquency with the director of the detention center. I don't know where I got my courage and intelligence.

What I didn't expect was that the other party actually agreed. Once I made an appointment, I got my so-called press card ready to go. Actually, I still prepared a little bit for this "interview". I went to the Internet café and simply searched for related content. I really sorted out seven or eight questions to ask.

There was a scene on TV where food and food were given to people in prison. I thought about it and didn't know what to bring him. So I decided to go and see Aunt Zhang before I went.

The day before the day I agreed with the "director", I came to my brother's house and met Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang still washed her face with tears all day long and did not come out of her grief. I didn't know how to comfort me, so I said thoughtlessly, "Aunt Zhang, don't be sad, although you are in, it may take a long time." But it's better than the brother who died. Aunt Zhang cried even more when she heard this, and she didn't say a word. Looking at Aunt Zhang, I was also very sad, and silently walked into the study and looked at the book wall.

My brother said that he had read most of the books here, and asked me to finish the college entrance examination and take it back to read what I liked. I'm still annoyed that I don't want to read a single one. Words are still in the ears, but things are not people. Before you know it, a copy of Crime and Punishment is already in your hand. I took only the top of the book that day, not the bottom of it. I didn't ask Aunt Zhang the question I wanted to ask. Aunt Zhang was in tears all the time. When I saw Aunt Zhang again this time, I vaguely felt something, maybe it was the "sixth sense of women" or Conan had seen too much, and I always felt that Aunt Zhang was my brother's mother, and what I saw in court that day was not my brother's own mother. I really want me to say why I don't know, it's just the feeling. After all, this cannot be asked. At least I can't ask at that time.

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When it came time to meet the "director", I was dressed modestly. Because I didn't have any fancy "costumes" with my "press card", in fact, its real name was "correspondent card", and I didn't understand the real difference between "correspondent card and press card" at that time. In fact, only the press card has the right to interview, and can conduct interviews, while the correspondent, it can only be "hehe".

At that time, I didn't know any of this, so I left the house early, reversed the bus twice, walked two kilometers on a dirt road, and finally arrived at the gate of the detention center. Before the appointed time, I stood at the door of the detention center, and one stop lasted for four hours.

For four hours, the only thing I could see was the tall iron gate and the long, long high wall on the other side.

For four hours, I thought a lot, thought about what I was going to say when I saw my brother, and told myself not to cry, not to cry. Tell him I'm in "college", tell him I saw the message in the math notebook, tell him to make a good change and wait for him to come out. He used to guard me, and now I will watch over him.

By the time I mustered up the courage to step into the detention center, I found that my legs were stiff and I couldn't move. "Hey, this didn't use your legs, and the chain fell off at a critical moment." I secretly cursed myself in my heart. Rubbing his legs and stomach, he limped and finally walked to the door.

The uncle standing guard gave me a disdainful look, and I trembled and took out my "correspondent card" and told him my intention, and he went to call the "leader" to report the situation. In a few moments, the big iron gate opened, or a small door next to the big iron gate to be exact, and the uncle who stood guard motioned for me to enter.

Yes, that's how I got in. After I went in, there was still someone to greet me! I was stunned. I was greeted by a male prison guard, who spoke amiably and kindly. led me all the way to the director's office. The director is not so amiable. If you look fierce and evil, think about it, the detention center is full of people who have broken the law, and some may still be unrepentant wicked people.

My hands and feet are cold again. In the middle of summer, my hands and feet were cold, and my palms were sweaty all the time. I still saw the director bow deeply, and I didn't reach out to shake his hand. The director didn't feel inappropriate when he looked at me with such a humble appearance, and let me sit down. Uncle Guard, who had just ushered me in, brought me a glass of water and went out.

I also pretended to bring the folder, but the director asked the question first. "Which unit are you a reporter for?"

I quickly took out my inconspicuous correspondent card and handed it to the director: "I'm from so-and-so magazine." I came today to interview you for your analysis and views on the reasons for the high number of juvenile delinquents in recent years. ”

The director took a closer look at my correspondent card. In fact, at that time, I didn't know how to read words, so I couldn't see the helpless expression on the director's face and the look of consternation in his eyes. The director took my correspondent card and asked me, "Do you have a letter of introduction?" ”

"Huh?" I'm confused, do I still need a letter of introduction for this? If I dare to tell a lie in front of the director of the detention center, then I am really not an ordinary person, so I can only answer "no" truthfully.

The director squinted his eyes and said, "According to the procedure, I need a letter of introduction from the unit for the interview." And you're not a press card either. Sorry, I can't answer any of your questions. Although I have a lot of research on the topic you want to explore today. ”

"Huh? Oh! If I have a letter of introduction from my employer, will you be able to be interviewed? "I still don't give up. It's as if I really know how to interview.

"In principle, no, but if you're interested in this, I'll agree to your interview." The director took a sip of water and said.

"Okay. Director, I'm not well prepared. I will communicate with the unit as soon as possible, issue me a letter of introduction, and contact you. "I really treat myself as a dish, even if I have a letter of introduction, I can't contact the director directly.

The director just squinted his eyes and smiled, and made a phone call, and after a while, the uncle who had just brought me in came in again. The director said, "Send her out." ”

That uncle looked at me blankly, the interview was so fast? I looked at him embarrassedly. He escorted me out of the office area, but I didn't go straight out. Follow the arrow and walk to the visiting area of the detention center. As soon as I entered the door, it turned out to be the uncle just now. The uncle looked at me with a stunned expression.

At that time, I was not very "flexible", in fact, the lies were not true enough. I didn't know the rules of visitation, so I'll tell you the truth, I have a friend in there and I want to meet him. The prison guard's uncle said, "Today is not the time for visits, and visits can only be for immediate family members." He's just your friend. We can't afford to let you visit. If you have something to hand over, that's fine. ”

I didn't bring anything, I didn't know what he needed and what I could give him. So I could only say "thank you" and get ready to go. The uncle was so kind that I still remember what it looked like, and the uncle told me, "You can write to him, the address is this detention center." After thanking me, I left.