Cang Mo looked at Cang Mulin behind the iron bar, he could be sure that the one in front of him was his younger brother, it was genuine. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but the one a few days ago, isn't it really his younger brother? Is it really Dalton's pretend? But why didn't he find out at all? Is Dalton hiding too well? Or was he really careless?

But with this Cang Mulin in front of him, can what he say be credible? Although he really wanted to believe in his brother, who could guarantee that it was not a trap? So everyone escaped from prison, leaving him alone, who dares to say that this is not a trap?

Since the relatives have been killed in righteousness, then simply investigate this case clearly.

"101 They illegally imprisoned me and injected me with anesthetics, and today they injected me with a large amount of anesthetics, and I was unconscious, and when I woke up, I found myself in prison, but, the person who replaced me before."

Cang Mulin was about to say Dao Lun, but most of his vision was blurred in his current memories, and he was afraid that he was not sure who the person who replaced him was.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not sure who will replace me."

"Probably Dalton, he hasn't been showing up lately, and he makes sense."

"But I remember not him, because I remember... Hmm..."

Cang Mulin wanted to say something, but he frowned, those memories were a little messed up, and they were very vague, and he couldn't remember them a little.

Cang Mo asked a few more words, then stood up, and prepared the door to leave the provincial news room with Ye Jing.

"Brother!" Seeing that Cang Mo was leaving, Cang Mulin was anxious to stand up, but he found that he couldn't stand up with handcuffs in his hands no matter what.

Cang Mo looked back at his younger brother, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

What does it feel like, judging your own brother.

"Mullin, if you are innocent, I will find out."

Cang Mo leaned in the corridor, he wanted to see the cell where 101 was staying, but he was not in the mood, he really wanted to find out the truth of this case as soon as possible, but now, he really didn't have that mood.

"Click."

Cang Mo lit a cigarette, and the faint white smoke was entangled again, Cang Mo smelled the familiar smell, and suddenly felt in a good mood.

"Looks like I'm the one who deserves to die early."

Cang Mo shook his head and smiled, and when he was halfway through his smoke, he extinguished his cigarette.

"Damn, shit."

Neat and clean cells, 101 The cells they kept were specially fortified, and they had all been held for felons before.

Cang Mo lifted the quilt, flushed the toilet, turned over the bed, in short, he could see and inspect everything, but he still didn't find anything.

There were no traces of prying on the doors and windows of the cell, and Cang Mo was very hairy in his heart, he suddenly thought, could this 101 be a ghost?

However, this idea was immediately overturned, and Cang Mo shook his head. But there weren't any tools in this room that could dig tunnels, and there were no signs of tunnels being dug, so how could 101 be able to do it immediately?

Cang Mo remembered again, would the traitor in that police station be able to help them?

No, no, if it's a mole, it will always be photographed in the surveillance.

Cang Mo racked his brains, he really couldn't think of anything, even if there were moles, even if someone helped them, even if someone provided them with tools to dig tunnels. But with this help, they wouldn't have been able to dig out the tunnel in a few hours.

The prison isn't that fragile, and they don't have that speed.

So what, exactly, is the reason?