Yang Qi's heart moved, and he asked Feminist: "If I am detained by the police for illegal stay, can you fish me out?"

"Give me some time, I think I'm fine. Femeniste looked at Yang Qi and realized something: "You mean, you want to ......"

"Yes, I'm going to lock myself up, what better place to go to prison? I think we can test your conjecture by the way: if a person who should be attacked can't be attacked anyway, the Grim Reaper will not get stuck. Yang Qi patted Feminister on the shoulder: "Don't worry, continue to lend me the phone." I'll get back to you if there's any situation. ”

"Okay, then I'll go all out for the time being to find the old man that the black boy saved. By the way, it's impossible for inmates to have their phones in prison, so how do you contact me?"

Yang Qi smiled slightly and didn't answer, waved his hand and walked to the door.

Thirty minutes later, Yang Qi was taken to the city's police station. This police station is similar to the American police station in the movie, and Yang Qi's experience is similar to that in the movie. In the interrogation room, a pair of iron handcuffs handcuffed Yang Qi backhand, and a fat police officer pouted his ass and sat on the desk table opposite, and a strong light slapped Yang Qi in the face.

"We've finally met, you stowaway. Or maybe you're not just a stowaway, you might have something more magical than just that. The fat officer leaned forward and tried to create a strong sense of oppression: "The subway derailed, more than a hundred people died, and you survived the scene." In the square car accident, six people died and more than 20 people were injured, but you still survived the scene. There are not many big and important cases in our small city, but on that day alone, you left your name on the serious crime team! Just when we were so anxious that we couldn't find you, you actually appeared in front of the police officers by yourself, and your behavior was so abnormal. ”

Smack, the fat officer slapped the table and shouted: "Hurry up and tell me honestly, who are you? What is your identity? Which organization do you belong to? Which country do you work for? Don't wait until I get angry, say it quickly!"

Yang Qi sat on the chair steadily. The pupils dilated and contracted slightly, and they adjusted to the bright light on the opposite side. Taking a deep breath, Yang Qi squinted his eyes and snorted twice: "I thought you would say something." Dead fatty, you kind of put me in jail!"

The fat officer's head jumped up, and he clenched his fist and walked towards Yang Qi.

Twenty minutes later, Yang Qi was led to the door of a cell by two sturdy police officers. The fat police officer, with one eye black and one nostril stuffed with hemostatic cotton, shouted two meters behind Yang Qi: "Boy, although you can't be sent to the prison without a trial, the local detention center is the most famous! Have you ever heard of the story of 'picking up soap'? The strong men in this cell have endured it for a long time, they will definitely like a handsome man like you, let me go in and enjoy it!"

Yang Qi looked at the dozen or so "roommates" in the cell in black and white, squinted his eyes again, and sighed twice: "These soft eggs want me to 'pick up soap'? ”

The black-and-white roommates stood up when they heard this, smirked and clenched their fists with the acquiescence of the fat officer, and slowly pressed to this side. Yang Qi glanced back at the fat officer: "Wake up, you shouldn't stand so close to me and watch the excitement." ”

Ten minutes later, Yang Qi was pushed into a "single room". This single room is surrounded by concrete walls on all sides, and it is pitch black without any sound. And the exit is also a thick iron plate door, with two windows that open from the outside, one to speak, and the other to deliver food. With a bang, the window above opened, revealing the face of the fat officer.

With a pair of panda eyes, the fat police officer stuffed a hemostatic cotton into his other nostril, and shouted hatefully: "This is the most luxurious room in the whole detention center! It's dark, lonely, and claustrophobic here, and the last tough guy who lasted here for less than three days was recruited, I see how long you can stay here!"

"Well, this room is good, I'm quite satisfied. That's right," Yang Qi smiled at the fat officer, "You put your face so close, aren't you worried that I will suddenly stretch out my finger and poke your eyeballs?"

"You!" the fat officer took two steps back with a little horror when he heard this, and then said sharply, "You just have a hard mouth! There will always be a time when you kneel and beg me to let you go!"

After moving his hands and feet, Yang Qi sat on the bed in the corner. If there is any place that is safe under the attack of death, it is the prison. Even in an ordinary prison, everything that could hurt people is strictly controlled. Flush toilets are welded to the walls, and even kitchen knives are inspected daily. And the most important little black house, its treatment is even higher.

The prison administrators have done so much to prevent mortals from getting their hands on something lethal and causing chaos. And now, Yang Qi is very grateful for these measures, because he has finally found a place where he can rest assured. I don't know if it's an illusion, the unsettling aura around is quietly hidden, as if death is also having a headache How to cause "accidents" to the people in the small dark room.

It's safe, it's clean, and someone delivers food regularly! Although the meal is indeed unpalatable, Yang Qi came in with private goods when he came in, and he didn't have to worry about eating and drinking. With all of this in mind, is there a better place to retreat?

Therefore, Yang Qi sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly closed his eyes. As his breath deepened and long, he tried to turn off his sense of sight and hearing and perform a deep practice.

Consciousness is approaching a mysterious point above the head. The Sahasrara Chakra, which had been unresponsive all along, finally lit up an obscure light in the spiritual realm. And at this moment, Yang Qi's consciousness was sucked into the Sahasrara, and a chaotic picture flashed in his mind, all of them describing the same word - accident.

Accidental death, the core keyword of these days. A series of small accidents that lead to major consequences. Since recently, Yang Qi's mind has skimmed countless information and scenes about "accidents", what he knows, what he hears, and what he experiences.

Accidents are everywhere, and they are not the exclusive possession of the "Grim Reaper" in this world. Yang Qi's consciousness shuttled through countless accidents, and suddenly, the picture froze, and he saw a scene:

The sun sets, and the sunset is like gilding. A downward slope, a boy carrying a girl downhill against the wind. Next to it is a whizzing car with baskets full of food and snacks. There are also bags, the bag strap is hung on the handlebar, and the bag body is covered with the top of the dish. The whirring wind blew the hair of the two of them, and the two of them seemed to be walking through the golden world, which was really a beautiful summer.

The boy turned to look at the girl and asked if he wanted to buy a car together. And Yang Qi, he seems to be watching all this from the perspective of a spectator, like a ghost. His gaze was complicated, and he remembered it - on this very day, this accident, unforgettable.