The diary is usually for yourself. But Jiang Suping's diary was specially written for Tang Shan. In addition to pouring out the thoughts about him for many years, it also expressed the resentment against him for many years. Of course, it was more of an accusation of the sin he had fled from in the first place.

As far as Tang Shan knew, Jiang Suping had no habit of keeping a diary before. This time, I should have killed him by mistake, and I didn't find the right opportunity to tell him, so I wrote it down and hid it in the crack of the bridge wall.

If you only remember the previous relationship between the two, then, this book has no meaning to a third party. The bad thing is that she wrote down the details of stabbing Zhou Weiliang to death by mistake.

There is also the fact that she helped Chen Yusheng borrow money, and finally took 300,000 yuan.

Tang Shan was sitting by the bridge at the time and flipped through these contents casually. So he knew that this diary must not fall into the hands of the police, especially not in the hands of He Ren, who was in charge of the murder of Zhou Weiliang.

Because that would involve the 300,000 yuan that Chen Yusheng used to save his life. This is the fundamental reason why Tang Shan was cold all over his body as soon as he saw He Ren. If I knew this was the case, I might as well let the old man take it away as garbage.

Tang Shan followed the footsteps of the two policemen and walked to the door of the police station, He Ren didn't look at him at all, only nodded his chin and asked the policeman next to him:

"What's going on?"

The policeman replied succinctly:

"Street fights."

After finishing speaking, he pinched Tang Shan's neck, and he was about to bypass He Ren and go inside.

He Ren looked Tangshan up and down at this time, probably never seen anyone beaten like this, he couldn't help laughing, just opened his mouth to laugh, but felt that he was not serious enough, so he pretended to scratch the tip of his nose and covered his mouth with his hand.

After laughing silently, He Ren asked another policeman:

"This kid seems to be the one who was beaten?"

The policeman's answer was also very concise, for fear of saying one more word, and he still used an idiom:

"Obviously."

He Ren suddenly had a righteous look on his face, and lectured the two young policemen:

"What are you going to do? Since it's a street fight, why did you only catch one who was beaten? Where did the beating go? ”

As soon as Tang Shan heard this, he was immediately full of grievances, and he almost rushed up to hug He Ren and cried bitterly.

But he was choked by the neck by the previous policeman and could not move. I wanted to open my mouth to speak, but my whole face was in pain, and my tongue couldn't function, so I had to grunt deep in my throat twice.

The previous policeman grabbed Tang Shan's neck, and the two of them turned their heads at He Ren at the same time. The policeman stopped on Tang Shan's neck with one hand, and with the other hand, like introducing a big person, his palm was upward, stretched out to Tang Shan's chest, and explained to He Ren:

"This kid robbed in the street, and was surrounded by an angry crowd and beaten up. If we hadn't arrived in time, he might have been killed. ”

He Ren couldn't help but "lean" on, the color of justice on his face was so thick that he couldn't dissolve, and he scolded in his mouth:

"In broad daylight, Lang Lang Lang, actually robbed on the street? No wonder he was beaten into a pig's head. Well deserved, well deserved. ”

Tang Shan's grievances immediately turned into two lines of hot tears, which flowed into his mouth along both sides of his nose, mixed with dust and blood.

He felt bitter and salty, and it was very astringent, like the wind blowing into the sand, coughing in his throat, he wanted to vomit on the ground, but he immediately reacted that this was a police station, and he couldn't spit, so he had to swallow his mouth full of dirt into his stomach.

After He Ren finished scolding, the righteous color on his face slowly faded, and he waved his hand at the two policemen as if nothing had happened, and commanded in his mouth:

"Examine him well. This street ethos must be killed with a ruthless blow. ”

The previous policeman grabbed Tang Shan by the neck again and walked towards the interrogation room. Walking past a glass wall, Tang Shan glanced inside, and suddenly found that the police were pinching a stranger, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Only then did he realize that he was beaten by street knights to a human form, and he didn't even know his mother, no wonder He Ren didn't know who he was from beginning to end.

This made Tang Shan a little lucky. If He Ren recognized him as soon as he came, he would probably take over the case, and then the diary would definitely fall into his hands.

Since He Ren didn't recognize him for the time being, he shouldn't have interfered in such a trivial street matter; And the diary is in the hands of another policeman, only in front of a ridiculous robbery stolen goods, and I guess I am not in the mood to read it word for word, so I may not know what the diary means.

In this way, as long as Tang Shan recovers his language ability, pretends to be honest and pitiful, and then explains the truth of the matter a little more beautifully, it is likely that he will be fooled.

After all, there was nothing about money, and a group fight on the street was a misunderstanding, and he Tangshan was the one who was beaten.

Entering the interrogation room, Tang Shan and the two policemen sat at one end each. Tang Shan knew that he was going to start recording confessions, and he could not speak along the way just now, but now he could not stop talking.

And if he continues not to speak, Tang Shan will not only have nowhere to redress his grievances, but will also be regarded as a stubborn resistance, and the police will not know how long to lock him up when they are angry.

When Tang Shan saw that the police took out a notebook and a pen, he began to use his facial muscles, and his mouth was so painful that there was a sound in his mouth. After a battle with his pain nerves, Tang Shan struggled to spit out a few words:

"This, is, one, field, mistake, will."

Although he spoke slowly, he was severely slurred. Therefore, the two policemen didn't know what he was talking about, but stared at his open and closed mouth and were stunned, and then entered the interrogation procedure:

"What's your name?"

Tang Shan grinned and moved his speaking organs, and after a long time, he endured the huge pain and said:

"Little steel cannon."

This time the words were much clearer, and the mouth kept up with the head's thoughts.

He immediately thought, since he was beaten so much that he didn't even know him, why not make a mistake and report a fake name to get by? He casually made up a nickname that he heard on the street.

What Tang Shan didn't know was that Xiao Gang Cannon really had a person, he used to be a general under Ximen Biaoge, but now he has been picking up soap in prison for several years.

The policeman who made the record was quite dissatisfied with Tang Shan's answer, and tapped the table with the end of his pen, and said in a stern tone:

"I'm not asking about street nicknames. It's the real name. ”

Tang Shan turned his head and casually made up a name:

"Chen Yong."

He vaguely knew that there was a famous hooligan named Chen Meng on the street, and people could be "fierce", why couldn't he be "brave"? After making up the name, he was still a little complacent about his quick wit.

The policeman silently wrote down the name, and without raising his head, continued to ask:

"Take out your ID card."

Tang Shan spread his hands, revealing a bitter expression:

"No, I didn't have it with me."

The policeman looked at him suspiciously, but he didn't bother him anymore, and continued to ask the next question:

"Why rob in the streets?"

This sounds a bit like nonsense to others.

Robbery is nothing more than for money; And on the surface, you've all got the stolen goods, so what's there to ask? Is it closed or released, isn't it over with direct qualitative?

But listening to Tang Shan's ears, this is tantamount to the sound of nature. Judging by the policeman's tone, he didn't believe it was a robbery. Asking such a question is obviously to give Tang Shan a chance to explain.

Tang Shan burst into tears in an instant, and just as he was about to speak, his mouth was grinning, but he burst into tears. The two policemen were a little overwhelmed.

In fact, Tang Shan's tears were real, because after saying a few words, the wound on his entire face was affected, the pain was unbearable, and the tears flowed out very uncontrollably.

But he cried and cried, but he pushed the boat and pretended. In order to pretend to be pathetic in front of the police.

But, as he cried, he cried, and the cry came true. The main reason is that today's beating was too wronged, and the gang of villains who pretended to be righteous on the street dealt too hard.

For the first time in his life, how could he not be heartbroken?

After a long time, Tang Shan sobbed and said:

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. I didn't rob. ”

The police don't believe it:

"No robbery? If you hadn't robbed you, would you have been beaten like this by the crowd? ”

Tang Shan thought to himself, what you said logically makes sense, but it is 108,000 miles away from the truth. Who says I won't be beaten if I don't rob? These second-class goods on the street only care about pretending to be heroes, and they don't have the intelligence to clarify the truth.

Not every "righteous and courageous" in this world is a good thing.

Of course, you can't say that, Tang Shan flattened his mouth and looked crying:

"My diary was left on the side of the road, and the old man mistook it for garbage, and I just wanted to chase it back, but I was beaten as a robber. In this world, I am afraid there is no one more wronged than me. ”

Because I have been crying for so long, the muscles on my face have been activated, and my lips seem to have become a little swollen, so when I say this, I can pronounce words very clearly. There's nothing I don't understand.

The two policemen looked at each other.

In fact, they really didn't believe that the unrecognizable guy in front of them was a robber; The point is, they have been working as police officers for many years, and they have never heard of anyone snatching a diary on the street.

A policeman opened the first page of the diary, skimmed it at random, and saw that between the lines, it was full of a girl's resentment, and he felt very bored, so he closed it again.

Tang Shan originally saw the policeman start reading the diary, and his heart rose to his throat; Then I saw him close the cover again, and immediately let out a long breath, and his heart fell back to its original place.

After the policeman closed the diary, he turned around and threw the notebook into the trash. Seeing this, Tang Shan was in a hurry, quickly stood up and rushed forward, and said incoherently:

"Don't, don't throw. It's mine, mine. ”

The policeman was amused by his anxious appearance. Holding up the diary, he asked:

"Is it really yours?"

Tang Shan replied without thinking about it: "It's really mine." ”

The police don't believe it:

The text on this is obviously a girl's tone. And the person you confide in doesn't seem to be you. Isn't your name Chen Yong? How could it be yours? ”

If Tang Shan can explain this, the two policemen will plan to close the case. After all, even if it was a robbery, there was no money involved, and the victim, the legendary old man who picked up garbage, ran away without a trace.

Besides, this kid was beaten so badly that he deserved the punishment he deserved anyway. Do you really want to lock him up?

Besides, this thing doesn't look like a robbery, two people's policemen, every day, why waste so much time on such a boring thing?

But although Tangshan has suffered a great grievance, he just can't explain this. Only then did he realize what a big mistake he had made by pretending to be clever and making up his name.

Tang Shan's mouth opened, and he couldn't speak for a while. I had to make two sounds, pretend that the pain of the wound was unbearable, and then organize words in my heart, trying to cover up the previous lie with another lie.

But after searching for a long time, I didn't find the right words.

Tang Shan finally said very unconfidently:

"It wasn't mine, I picked it up from the street, and it looked interesting, so I left it."

It's okay not to explain, but this explanation aroused the curiosity of the policeman, he put the diary back on the table, sat upright, and stared at Tang Shan with suspicion on his face:

"How do I think, you kid was really beaten for grabbing a diary."

Tang Shan was completely stunned, his mouth opened and closed, and he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, He Ren began to walk in for some reason, and intentionally or unintentionally picked up the diary on the table and flipped it up.

It's not the first page yet, and I started reading directly after the two pages that Tang Shan tore off.

He Ren originally did it unintentionally, but as he read it, his eyes suddenly lit up and he glared at Tang Shan:

"Boy, who are you? Where did this diary come from? ”