It was about two o'clock in the afternoon when Pudding and I were caught by the police, and you can't imagine what I was going through that day. Although the two fierce-looking policemen did not torture me, they inflicted unsympathetic mental blows on me one after another.

The information they had showed that I was a very addicted smoker, so I didn't smoke for 20 hours. For non-smokers or people who don't have a big addiction to smoking, you can't understand what it's like for an old smoker like me to not smoke for 20 hours, and I'm not joking, it's like a handjob that wants you to go back halfway through.

From two o'clock in the afternoon to two o'clock in the evening, for a full twelve hours, I was interrogated every half hour, and they did not give me a chance to rest at all, so I tossed back and forth. Trying to crush my physical strength, smash my spirit, and ravage my patience in this way until I break down.

To be honest, if I really killed Han Benchu, they would have confessed a long time ago if they tossed me like this, but I didn't kill anyone! How do I recruit it? Thinking of this, my heart was filled with a grievance that I had never felt before, if it weren't for the sake of face, I really wanted to cry. But I'm more worried about Pudding now than I'm about myself, how is she doing now?

It was not until two o'clock in the evening that the repeated interrogation of me by the police station finally ended, which was ordered by the chief himself, because after the trial I should be classified as an abusive prisoner, which their discipline did not allow. I'm glad that China's legal system is becoming more and more humane, so that I can rest for a while when I'm exhausted, otherwise according to the temper of those two police officers, they will never give up if they don't consume me to death tonight.

I was locked up in a gloomy cabin.

There is only a wooden bed and a urinal in the house.

The urinal still had the filth of the previous prisoner, and the stench of disgusting smell permeated the small room of less than five square meters. I vomited in my stomach, my heart was sore, and I couldn't hold back and cried. Pudding girl, are you also locked up in this kind of place at this moment? I'm sorry for you......

I curled up in the corner, reluctant to approach the wooden bed, because I saw that the cushions of the wooden bed were full of white "sperm spots" one by one. I felt sick even when I swallowed my saliva, so I had to squat in the corner, bury my head in my clothes and cry, cry and cry and I fell asleep.

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The next morning, I was woken up by the sound of an iron door unlocking, and they came to interrogate me again. I know it's going to be another full day. In that book "Shackles", I was ashamed to criticize those who chose to commit suicide because they did not value their lives, and now I know how strong a person's desire to commit suicide is after being tortured.

I'm already behaving at the moment, and my pupils are cloudy. In addition to worrying about the situation of Pudding Girl, other things are almost blank. I don't want to smoke anymore, but I feel nauseous when I think about it, just like a person who is overly hungry and doesn't want to eat when he is hungry to a certain extent.

The iron door of the cell slowly opened, and I glanced out listlessly, but strangely enough, it was not the two fierce police officers of yesterday who stood outside the door, but a gentleman old man in a suit and leather collar.

This old man has a strange face!

Radiant, childish.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of superior charm! With both hands behind him, he vaguely lets people know at a glance that he is not a mortal!

Who's this?

I couldn't help frowning,

My mind was full of questions.

When the old man saw my embarrassed appearance, for some reason, he first sighed softly, and then his voice was full of a gentle and kind love, and he said to me respectfully: "Young master, you have worked hard. ”

When I heard him call me, I was startled at first, and suddenly the second monk couldn't scratch his head, thinking what was going on?

Master?

He's calling me?

What's going on? Filming idol dramas?

This is the old Beijing city, this is not Taiwan, why do people still call others young masters? Even Wang Sicong didn't call him that, right? Besides, I'm about to sell my ass when I'm poor, why am I still a young master? I seriously doubt that I must be in prison and confused, could it be that I am dreaming? So I quickly pinched my thighs hard, but everything was the same except for a few leg hairs.

I asked him with a confused face, "Are you?" ”

The old man smiled and said, "Young master, it's inconvenient to talk here, let's get out of here first." ”

So the old man came up to me, put a coat over me, and helped me step by step outside. Although I didn't know what was going on, I was about to cry with joy, because I knew that this person was taking me out, and although I Mo Laosan was not very accurate about people, I was sure that this person was definitely not a bad person.

I walked from the dark cell to the police hall, and there was no one on the way, as if someone had deliberately cleared the room. I felt a storm in my heart, thinking to myself, who could have such ability? Can even the police hall be cleared?

With the help of the old man, I walked out of the hall and came to the police compound. There was no one in the compound, the silence was surprisingly quiet, there was a black car parked in the courtyard, and when the pudding in the car saw me come out, he howled and cried excitedly, ran down from the car and rushed to my side and hugged me.

I quickly took a look at the pudding, and it was okay, except for a little dirty on her body, everything else was fine. The old man next to him saw us hugging each other, and just smiled slightly: "Young master, miss, please get in the car." ”

I nodded to Pudding, knowing that it would not be possible to stay here for long, so I stepped into the black car under the guidance of the old man. There was no one else in the car, the old man was the driver, so after stepping on the accelerator, the car drove out of the police compound without fear in the puffs of smoke and dust.

The car was driving on the congested road in Beijing, looking at the bustle outside the window, and I felt that it was good to be alive. I sat in the back row with Pudding, and I took her in my arms and gently patted her on the back to comfort her, trying to ease her night's fright.

The old man who was driving the car turned around and smiled at me, handed me a bag of things, I took it and looked, it turned out to be a pack of 1916, the old man smiled: "Young master, Mr. Zhou specially explained to me, after receiving you, food and tea are not important, the most important thing is smoke, hehehe, you first return to vitality, and we will talk after the mood is stable." ”

I took the cigarette, smiled greedily and asked the old man, "Can I smoke in the car?" ”

The old man said, "Of course." ”

So I stopped pretending to be polite, and hurriedly pushed the pudding far away, and hurriedly put on a stick.

Pudding's face darkened, and he scolded: "Mo Laosan, you know how to smoke!" If you have a cigarette, you don't want me! ”

I swallowed the clouds and said as I said, "All of them." Don't make a fuss about the pudding, I'll stick it first. ”

After I had my fill of breathing, I suddenly felt that the qi in my whole body was unblocked, and the turbidity in my pupils disappeared, replaced by a kind of fiery eyes! It's a good feeling, it's like the seven fairies are dancing around me.

The lost soul has finally returned.

I asked, "Old man, who is Mr. Zhou you just mentioned?" Why did he save us? ”

The old man smiled faintly and said something that made Pudding and I tremble:

"Director of the Institute of Unsolved Mysteries: Zhou Boren."