"Why are you sending me to jail?" I got up from my chair and asked.

The director ignored me at all, turned around and walked away in a hurry.

The two policemen followed.

I heard the policeman at the door say, "Director, is there a mistake, this person is indeed a journalist." ”

The director said, "He's the one who caught him!" ”

Then, there was no sound at the door.

The thief said, "Why are the reporters arrested too?" And said to be sent to jail? ”

The guy who was fighting asked me, "Reporter, have you offended any big guy?" ”

I didn't bother to ramble with them, so I sat down in my chair, thinking about what might happen next and what to do.

Why arrest me? Why do you say that I am the one who caught me? Why do you say, "Journalist, send you to jail!" "Is it because I'm a journalist that I'm going to go to jail?

After about an hour, two new-faced police officers took me to a small office and began questioning.

Two policemen, one is a little older, estimated to be in his forties, and he is on the fat side. The other was younger, looking to be in his twenties, and looked thinner.

Both of them had a nice attitude, they sat me down and I didn't feel the slightest sense of pressure.

The little policeman said, "Master, let's start?" ”

The fat cop said, "Let's go." ”

The little policeman opened the notebook, held a pen in his hand, and said to me, "Name." ”

I said, "I have my name on my press card." ”

The little policeman said, "I want you to say it." ”

I said, "Daron." ”

The little cop said: "Gender. ”

I said, "Do you need to ask?" You can see it at a glance! ”

The little policeman said, "Be serious! This is the program, ask you anything, and you answer it truthfully. ”

I said, "Male, twenty-six years old." ”

The little policeman said: "Home address." ”

I said, "No." ”

The little policeman said, "How can there be no home address?" ”

I said, "No, no, no, really." ”

The little policeman asked, "Where do you live now?" ”

I said, "The Star Newspaper of the Guangdong Writers Association. ”

The little policeman asked, "Occupation?" ”

I said, "Editor, journalist." ”

The little policeman asked again: "Is it the editor?" Or a journalist? ”

I said, "It's an editor and a journalist." ”

The fat policeman smoked a cigarette and said, "Let's get down to business." Do you know why I invited you here? ”

I said, "I don't know, they didn't invite me, they took me." ”

"Then do you know why I caught you here?"

"I don't know, maybe there was some misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? So many people, why do they misunderstand you? Why don't you misunderstand others? ”

"I don't know that, do I?"

"You don't know, I don't know, that's weird!"

The little policeman was on the sidelines.

I said, "I have to ask the policemen who arrested me, why did they arrest me?" ”

"They must have a reason for arresting you. The key is you, you can only get out early if you are honest and make things clear. ”

"I don't have anything to say?"

"You don't rush to answer first, think about it."

"I figured it out, nothing happened."

"Think again."

"Nothing to think about."

"Let's think about it, it's nothing, how can I arrest you for no reason? If you think clearly, it's better to say it yourself, but if we let us say it, the nature will be different. ”

I said, "I don't really have anything to do, I'm just an ordinary tabloid reporter." ”

The fat policeman said, "Okay, let's just have a chat." Then he said to the little policeman, "Small talk, no need to record it." ”

The little policeman put down the pen in his hand.

The fat policeman said, "Don't be nervous, let's have a casual chat." You're a journalist, I know that. What does a journalist do? ”

I said, "Interview, write an article." ”

He asked, "What else did you do besides interviewing and writing articles?" ”

I said, "The others are like other normal people, eating, drinking, and lazing." ”

"What I'm saying is that you haven't done anything you shouldn't be doing outside of what you should be doing," he said. ”

I said, "No." ”

He said, "Is there really not?" I'll give you one last chance, you have to think about it. ”

When he said this, I didn't dare to answer him quickly.

I bowed my head and pondered, thinking back to all the things I had done since I traveled to Nanyue—

Have no money to eat and drink? It shouldn't be! I didn't have any money to give, and the restaurant owner kicked me out like a madman, and he didn't call the police......

Pulled into the room by a street girl? It shouldn't be! I went into the room, but I didn't do anything excessive. The two girls laughed at me and kicked me out of the house, and they didn't call the police......

Zhongzhou debt collection and impersonation of reporters? Neither should it! I didn't pretend to be a reporter, they took me for a reporter! Besides, the local police didn't pursue me anything......

Beat up the two bullies in the Northeast? Don't......

Come to think of it, the most likely thing is the revenge not long ago.

At that time, He Yigui raised the rebar and hit the bald head with a blow, and the other brother struck at the long-haired man with the same action almost at the same time, and two streams of blood spurted out of the heads of the two people, staining the walls behind them red......

Could it be that the two northeasterners we beat were seriously injured and disabled and called the police? Or ...... they died?

Thinking of this, I feel a little weak.

I glanced at the fat policeman and saw that he was looking at me with a meaningful look in his eyes.

I lowered my head and said, "Does it count as a fight and hurting someone?" ”

The fat policeman became interested and said, "Tell me, when?" Fight with whom? What was the extent of the injury? ”

I suddenly became alert—I can't speak! If you say it, wouldn't it betray He Yigui and his security brothers!

I immediately changed my words and said, "That was many years ago, I had a fight with someone else, and I was injured by the other party, but the injury was not serious, and it was already healed." ”

The fat policeman continued to smoke and said, "I don't care about what happened many years ago, let's talk about the recent events." ”

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Nothing has happened lately, really nothing." ”

The fat policeman glanced at the little policeman, motioned for him to start recording, and then said to me: "Then tell me, what's the matter with the 30,000 yuan in your backpack?" He asked.

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Well, it's a customer who wants to advertise in our newspaper, and the money is the advertising fee they gave, and I haven't had time to hand it over to the newspaper yet." ”

He said: "Since you are a journalist, you should not care about advertising, how can you have anything to do with advertising?" ”

I thought about it for a while and said, "It stands to reason that journalists don't care about advertising, but if they are connected to the advertising business, they can also get a little commission, so they ......."

"According to what we have, you're not contacting an advertisement, you're extortion," the fat cop said. ”

I was taken aback and said, "Comrade policeman, are you mistaken?" How can I extort? It's really an advertisement! ”

"You say it's an advertisement, what proof do you take? Is there a contract? You took 30,000 yuan from others, and this is all the stolen goods! ”

I said, "This ...... They gave me the money first, and said that it was an advertorial, and generally did not sign a contract, and both parties had the final say. ”

The fat cop said: "Advertorials? Haven't heard of it. Since you don't have a contract, but you took 30,000 yuan from others, and they sued you for blackmail, I'm afraid you won't be able to run away. ”

I said, "You can go to this client and ask him, and they can testify to me." ”

The fat policeman said: "Alas, it seems that you still don't have enough social experience as a journalist!" Let's tell you the truth, it's the customer who called the police, you, what's wrong! He turned to the little policeman and said, "That's it, let's go." ”

I said, "Don't go, you can call our newspaper and everything will be clear!" ”

When the fat policeman walked to the door, he turned around and said, "You suggest that our police station find your newspaper to understand the situation?" I might as well tell you, when you get here, I'm afraid you won't be able to do anything, and you think you're unlucky. ”

After the fat policeman and the little policeman left, the door slammed shut.

I was left alone in a chair in a daze.