But people don't give him such a chance, which is a contempt for the intelligence of the big man. He had never proven himself right in his dealings with the police, and this time, they didn't even give him a chance to prove it. The big man thought: there is only one reason for this, and that is that this time he was right. So he desperately cried out, "Wronged! Wronged! ......" The poignant voice suddenly filled more than two dozen rooms in the police station. The big man's hands were cut behind his back, and he lay belly to the ground on the dirty concrete floor, his head and feet cocked upwards as he sucked in enough air to carry his cries farther. The big man's head drooped down, and his legs were flattened. A policeman said: "You guy bit our director, and dragged Xiaohou's hair, what kind of injustice are you shouting?" Don't shout anymore, or else......" In order to stop the big man's wailing, they dragged him out of the room and into the courtyard behind the house, so that the big man's cry was less harsh because of the brick wall.

In order to make up for this loss and inadequacy, the big man strengthened the abusive element in the howl, and he mentioned Xiaohou and the director's mother, and the content was very obscene. In this case, they had to use the electric rod again, this time not to stun the big man, but to properly stimulate sensitive areas such as the armpits, crotch, fingers and feet. The big man was so shocked that he cried wolf, and he was full of feces and urine, naturally, he was no longer interested in talking about Xiaohou and their mother.

God, when they walked into the police station, the big man had been taken to the backyard, and two policemen were repairing him, so God, they didn't see the big man. They heard the big man's voice, and since it was from the wall, and because the big man's voice was completely out of tune, they didn't even think it was a big man's voice, or even a person. They just thought the sound was extremely strange and scary, and it sounded creepy.

There were only four or five policemen on duty in the police station, and it looked very empty, and the crowded scene of just passing through the police duty room was really a little unaccustomed to it. The police station is small, remote (at the end of town), and quiet (except for the intermittent cries of the big guys). Strangely, none of the big man's accomplices followed.

Maybe it was late at night, and they went home to sleep. Perhaps, the road is far away, and you can't go back with it to see the excitement. It is also possible that the onlookers were scared away by the terrible screams of the big men. The front of the police station is deserted, and the closer you get to the police station, the more sparsely populated it becomes. The hillside where the police station is located is simply inaccessible. There was electricity in the house, but it was clearly underpowered, the incandescent light bulbs glowed dimly yellow, and a huge wolfhound walked around the room, snorting on the concrete floor as its paws were not trimmed. The dog went back and forth beside them, snorting, and then lay down not far from them. It rested its massive head resting on its outstretched front paws, but one eye was open, staring at the gods. Fortunately, there have been electric rods all these years, otherwise it would have been this big dog that would have dealt with the big guys. Now it has nothing to do, but maintains the habit of not sleeping at night. However, the dog was not very excited when he saw the strangers such as God, and he looked like he was not surprised when he saw it, he neither yelled at them, nor waged his tail and begged for mercy, and there was something indifferent and transcendent in his expression. God felt that the policemen who received them were the same as the dog, seeing them and not seeing, as if they were talking to them and as if they were talking to others. Especially when you answer, they don't seem to be listening at all, and you're answering exactly what they just asked (i.e., what they want to know), which is incredible. Maybe they're used to seeing it (like the dog), or maybe it's the tiredness of the night. There is also little communication between several police officers on night duty, but they have a good tacit understanding.

The same applies to the police and the dog, where their tacit understanding is obvious. In the heavenly sense, they (the police on the night shift) are like a family, including the dog, they are like a group of brothers, although they have different appearances, but there is something intimidating and consistent. In contrast, Xiao Hou's enthusiasm and impetuousness are an exception, he is definitely a new police officer, and he must not have joined the dog for as long as that.

A policeman approached and told them to crouch down along the base of the wall, with their faces facing the wall. Later, I learned that they had misunderstood, and they were not here to turn themselves in, but witnesses, so the police stopped paying attention to them. They are left to dry, feeling uninteresting. Whenever this happens, they always look for something with words to read, such as a book, or a bookshelf (they read the spine), or a newspaper, or a notice and chart on the wall, but none of these things are available here. So they had to read the spots on the wall. Because it is an old house, it is damp (water seepage), and the light is dim, and there is no shortage of spots. Because of the presence of these speckled stains, the gods were able to maintain their proper self-esteem, and they did not look at the cold-looking policemen and dogs, although they were much more interesting than the stains on the walls. The heavens put their hands behind their backs and stared at a wall in a daze. At this time, the screams of the big man in the backyard were faint, and some bumps were heard, which were the policeman's large leather shoes (touching the concrete floor) and the police dog pulling his paws. Finally someone beckoned them into the room, and the gods tried their best to keep their expressions serious, but their hearts were beating wildly with excitement. The office was very similar to the environment they were used to, and they had everything they needed. Charts on the wall, documents on the desk, newspaper folders in the corners, a lot of pens in the pen holder, and even computers and printers. Even the lights are more than ten times brighter than the fax machine. The police conjure up such a place like a trick, making them feel at home. One by one, they were called in, and the mysterious door opened and then closed. Just between this opening and passing, those who have not yet entered have a glimpse of the world inside, and they can't help but be fascinated. Now they finally had hope, and even a few minutes inside was better than being ignored in the hallway and sniffed by a police dog. They consciously lined up on a chair outside, like patients waiting for the doctor to see a doctor.

The police asked them to sit down in a chair and take notes while questioning. Finally, they were asked to read the transcript from beginning to end and put fingerprints on the altered places to show that the alterations had been made with the consent of the interrogator and not after the fact. The black ink and bright red fingerprints give the tedious transcript an unexpected beauty, and the red fingerprints are like seals, with an average of about one or two per page. When the print is finished, the police look at the transcript as if it were a calligraphy work—it's his, after all. Although it was dictated by the person being questioned, it was the police who made the record, and the beauty on the paper naturally came from the writing, regardless of what was being written. Even if the handprint had to be pressed by the other party, it only means that he must be responsible for the facts provided. How many times? It's a matter for the police. The person being questioned can only put his fingerprint on the place that the police have altered, and nothing else. The policeman who made the transcript was very young and fond of literature and art, and he not only recorded in detail what happened to the gods tonight, but also showed them the charm of the art of calligraphy in police work. God felt that his corrections were particularly appropriate, so that the handprints he pressed were just right, and played a delicate balancing role in the whole text. The little policeman originally had a good impression of an intellectual like Lao Tian, and hearing him say this was like meeting a bosom friend. He has been making notes for a year or two, and no one has ever regarded them (his notes) as art, everyone only praises his handwriting in general terms, but is more concerned about the content of his records. Only a university teacher like God can see the mystery and call ordinary transcripts art, which makes transcripts no longer ordinary. God also suggested that there should be a few other places that would not have been modified so that the mudra could be pressed. It is true that there is no need to change the statement of facts, but it must be changed in the art of calligraphy. The little policeman accepted God's advice and left him in the office to talk a little longer. The two talked about literature and art, and loved life through literature and art. The more they chatted, the closer they became, and God learned from the conversation that a teacher in the public security school where the little policeman graduated turned out to be his classmate in college. During his time at school, the relationship between the little policeman and the teacher was actually very good, and the teacher even mentioned God to the little policeman. Just as they were about to talk further, the news came: Liu Tong was finally captured by the thin man's gang, and he is now in the police duty room. Xiaohou called and asked God to go, saying that Liu Tong wanted to see God and them before leaving, and said goodbye again.

The actual situation is that there is still more than an hour before the departure time of the next ferry, and Liu Tong is really bored in the police duty room. He wanted to go to the police station to play with them for a while, but he didn't feel right - in the dispute with the thin man and the others, he argued that he didn't go to the police station, not that he didn't have anything in his bag (that was the key to his argument with the big man). The thin man and they have long forgotten why Liu Tong is arguing with the big man, but they know that the party to the dispute is the big man, and since the big man went to the police station, Liu Tong must also go. With the help of Xiaohou, Liu Tong finally got rid of the unreasonable entanglement of the thin men, and he could not go to the police station, he would not go to the police station again in this situation, right? However, he was indeed extremely bored, and the thin men had dispersed one after another, leaving only a few people to linger in front of the door of the police duty room. There is nothing to talk about between Liu Tong and Xiaohou. Although Liu Tong knew that it would take at least half an hour for Gongzhi and them to come over, he still hoped that they could come alone and spend their last time here with him. God, there is no difficulty in this side - once he gets acquainted with the little policeman, everything is feasible and convenient. Not only did God leave immediately to go to the docks, but even the little policeman lent him a bicycle. The little policeman said that he wanted to accompany him, but God was very unhappy, he just let him give him a ride. The little policeman showed God the way, and estimated that there would be no danger along the way, so he went back. When God rushed to the police duty room, he saw Liu Tong pacing around the room with his hands thrown around, Xiao Hou sitting topless on the edge of the folding bed, and a gray-haired woman approaching the light, holding Xiao Hou's uniform and nailing buttons. It seems that the two of them (the woman and the little marquis) are like a mother and son. Liu Tong introduced the middle-aged woman to God and said that she was Aunt Xu. If it weren't for Aunt Xu's cover, he would have fallen into the hands of a bunch of thin people and ruffians.

Liu Tong praised Aunt Xu for his wit and bravery, hiding him under a mosquito net at the box office...... As Liu Tong's friend, God expressed his sincere gratitude to Aunt Xu. The latter looked up from his police uniform, his cheeks flushed, his teeth grinning, and he looked shy.

There was not much time left before getting on the boat, and Liu Tong pulled Lao Tian to the door and said a few thoughtful words. God asks where is Liu Tongbao? was told that it was already on the boat, and it was Aunt Xu who asked her to take it first, and before that, they had been taken to the police duty room by the thin man as trophies, and Xiao Hou routinely checked it. God nervously asked:

"Did you find out?" Liu Tong said: "Of course not. Later, the thin man and others emphasized that they were not present when Xiaohou checked, so they opened the bag for the second time in full view of everyone and checked it a second time. They took out the contents of their bags one by one, checked them and put them on the table next to them, until they were all checked before putting them back in their bags. Xiao Hou deliberately checked it very carefully, because he had already checked it and knew it in his heart, he knew that Liu Tong's bag was empty, and this was to block the mouth of the thin man's gang, but it caused Liu Tong to sweat profusely. God asked, "Did you find out this time?" Liu Tong said: "Still not." God said, "Not in the bag?" Liu Tong: "Where can that be?" God said, "I don't understand that." Liu Tong said: "I don't understand, it's obviously right in front of me, and I even passed it through the hands of Xiaohou and the thin man - a Xiaohou passed it to the thin man, and the thin man put it on the table, but it just didn't find out." Liu Tong told God that they even checked it a third time. As far as the skinny man was concerned, there was no reason to stay here except to check his bag. Liu Tong said that he would not go to the police station, originally they insisted on letting Liu Tong go, but later Xiaohou finally made them understand: the key to the problem is not whether Liu Tong goes to the police station, but whether he has something in his bag. The big man is pestering God because of this, and now the only way to wash the big man is through the solution of this problem. If Liu Tong doesn't have anything in his bag, he will get him to the police station, but it will be bad for the big man (and even add one degree to the crime). If Liu Tong did have contraband in his bag, even if the thin man let him go, Xiaohou would not agree (out of a minimum sense of duty as a public security soldier). The reason why the thin man and the others were entangled here, and even had to make inches, was only because they were not present when the director subdued the big man. At that time, they were scolding Aunt Xu on the dock through an iron gate, and they had never seen the scene of the big man being electrocuted, so they didn't know what was wrong. At this time, Xiao Hou took the trouble to describe it to them and use it to threaten. For Xiao Hou, repeatedly checking Liu Tong's bag can not only prove his correctness again and again, but also show that the thin man and others are making trouble unreasonably. The point is that both sides feel that they have nothing to do and are extremely bored, and it is a pleasure to look at the things that Liu Tong has brought and display them on the table. It just frightened Liu Tong. He saw the thing being passed around by them, shining in the light, putting it back in his bag and taking it out again. It has the appearance of a large brown paper envelope with a wide open seal on one side, revealing some pages. Xiao Hou and the thin man both looked inward. The thing was copied on a large stack of printer paper, so it looked like a pile of material rather than a book. They were predominantly (believing that no matter how shoddy, it was at least a book), so they were not suspicious. The bag of things passed through two terrible hands, and it couldn't stay for long, but it was enough to suffocate Liu Tong. As if to test his heart function, they checked his three bags over and over again, getting more and more bored. What a dangerous boredom! Out of boredom they become more and more detailed and trivial, and they pull out the contents of the envelope completely unnecessarily—under normal circumstances—to read them...... Liu Tong didn't dare to think about it anymore, and then he made a solemn protest to Xiaohou.

In fact, by the time of the second inspection, the thin man was already weak, and Xiao Hou was of course even more reluctant to offend Liu Tong, so they stopped the entire inspection activity after the fourth inspection. Liu Tong still couldn't rest assured, afraid that something would change, or they would get bored again. Therefore, he took advantage of the unpreparedness of Xiaohou and the thin man, and asked Aunt Xu to ask people to send three bags to the boat first.

At the door of the police duty room, Liu Tong told God about the experience of the three bags, and after he was done, he also got on the ferry and followed his three bags.

Seeing Liu Tong away, God felt extremely relaxed. He heard the sound of Jiang Tao lapping on the shore, and a whistle sounded suddenly, and God thought: Liu Tong and his three bags have already left the shore, and the contents of the bag are ....... He pedaled all the way back to the police station. He was already familiar with the terrain and the night in this area, and he even had a certain feeling of being in his hometown.

He saw off a friend (Liu Tong) on the dock here, and the friend left, while he stayed. In the distance, he saw the light from the house where the police station was located, as if it were coming from the window of his house. He heard the bicycle creaking under his seat on the bumpy road, and when he was about to get there, he heard a low wail, and as a gust of wind swept by, the police dog from the police station pounced on him. God screamed in horror and jumped off the bike to try to dodge. However, there was no need for this, the dog was not hostile, it had come to greet him—he had been treated as a member of his family for a long time. And the police dog no longer looks like a police dog: it jumps high and low around the sky, moaning low, and waging its tail like a banana fan. Then the little policeman who borrowed the car to God came out and greeted God loudly. He took the handlebars of the bicycle, put it against the wall, and walked in the door with God while caressing the back or shoulders of the old man. God was moved for a while, and felt that the little policeman was like his brother.

Both heads and baskets were also recorded, and they sat on a bench in the aisle and waited for God. There was also a separate chair, about three or four meters away from the bench, on which sat a large man, who seemed to have finished taking notes, and was here to be heard. The difference is that the big man has one hand behind his back, handcuffed to the back of the chair. He hung his head, without his previous excitement, not even a sound, and God they doubted if he was still alive. Obviously, he was taken to the office to make a note in this way, and only in this wooden state can a big man be tame...... Anyway, the big man's transcript went well, and now he sat in a solitary chair, his head bowed, as if in thought, and his mop-like hair falling down to cover his face, and a little shy. He moved in his chair, unnoticed—his silent appearance might have made a sideways look if he had persisted.

However, by nature, the big man is not accustomed to silence and quietness, and if it were not for the heavy blows he suffered, and the strong frustration, even the loneliness of half an hour would not have been bearable. He moved in his chair without attracting the attention of God and the others, so he moved again and cleared his throat. There was no one else near him, only God them. They had been his enemies, and that was a bad thing for the big men. However, he had no choice but to continue to attract his former enemies and current neighbors. You must know that playing dead is not a good way, and besides, he is a big man who likes to make friends with heroes all over the world. As the saying goes: if you don't fight, you don't know each other. The big man starts with attracting attention, and then develops to openly talk to God. He fidgeted in his chair and made all sorts of noises, obviously, for pain and so on, but not entirely. The big man cried for a while, and sighed for a while. He asked the two heads who were smoking, "Can you give a cigarette?" He lit a cigarette and put it in the mouth of the big man, who bit the cigarette with his blackened front teeth, and inhaled violently, his abdomen and chest rose and fell like a wave passing by. The big man had a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke became shorter and shorter, and the rising smoke smoked his eyes into small slits. With his hands handcuffed to a chair, the entire act of smoking had to be performed by two lips and upper and lower incisors. The mouth movements of the big man are fancy, but they are very effective. This cigarette is crucial, and smoking it doubles the strength and confidence of the big man. Although he asked for the cigarette, he lit it and handed it over, and in the eyes of the big man, there was a kind of brotherly affection between himself and God. I asked them how they got in, and they were all in the same place (in the corridor of the police station) anyway, and they had just finished taking notes, so they were fine for the time being, but they couldn't walk away. They have the same situation and the same purpose (to be disposed of or to be disposed of). The big man sighed in his chair, "Ahhh He shook his head, looking distressed, and stole a glance at them as he spoke, to see how they reacted. The big man really wants to get the sympathy of God, and there seems to be a bit of self-examination and asking for forgiveness to say this. When did he ask someone? Even if you admit your mistakes publicly, you can only go so far. God, the basket raised his chin, and his face was full of disdain for being with it. They listened to the exclamation of the big man, and the two of them talked loudly and passionately, occasionally casually glancing at the big man, and that gaze was like looking at something strange that occasionally came into view. They sit here and are in the same place with the big man out of necessity, temporarily and accidentally. Thankfully, they weren't sitting in the same chair as him.

In their chair, the basket sat on the other end as much as possible, and the chair near the big man was much more vacant. They also kept standing up and pacing, to show that there was no inevitable connection to the chairs. They stand up, sit down, and even when they are sitting, they make every possible gesture in the chair that the big man cannot do anyway—he and the chair in which he is located are indestructible.

The behavior of the two heads is slightly different, he is not worried about sitting close to the big man, and the eyes of the big man are full of inquiry. Not only did the two heads light a cigarette for the big man and hand it over, but he kept nodding his head frequently as the other man spoke. The two heads solemnly said to the big man: "You have to learn the Fa!" "God, the basket is smiling on the side, and the two heads are unconscious, and they are still so serious." You have to learn the Fa! Again, he emphasized. The big man's eyes, which had begun to shine, dimmed. "I can't read." He said helplessly.

"If you can't read, let someone tell you." Shuangtou said: "Whether you are literate or not, you must learn the Fa, and the Fa is not only for literate people. Regardless of whether you are literate or not, you must learn the law and abide by the law, otherwise you will make mistakes, and it will be too late to regret it at that time! ”

Mo Ren especially admired Liu Tong's confidence in his own life. In the eyes of others, he was dilapidated and dismissive, but he lived happily. Although their lives are very different and each has its own joys and sorrows, Liu Tong does not have the confidence of the other party. Liu Tong said that although he appreciated Mo Ren's attitude to life, it would be impossible for him to exchange with the other party. But Mo Ren couldn't say such awesome words anyway, even if he said so, he didn't think so in his heart. He wants to get rid of all the fetters and live a life like Liu Tong, at least he has to have a life experience. Because of these differences in their understanding of their respective lives, Mo Ren gradually stopped talking about his own affairs. All he needed was to listen, and Liu Wen's boasting, his lewd tone and the specious details of his life made Mo Ren so excited that his cheeks were flushed and hot and dry, and his function was not much different from that of every dance he attended. In Liu Tong's discussion, Chiang Mai has a thriving business, encounters everywhere, and money transactions have become commonplace. The night is neon, the wind is blowing, the climate is warm and humid, pop songs are swirling through the streets, and everything is so soft and pleasant. Every time he talked on the phone, Liu Tong asked Mo Ren to play and experience it, and he did his best to be a landlord. Of course, each time Mo Ren firmly refused. Because of his overly firm attitude, Liu Tong felt that there was an opportunity. He told the other party very considerately; "It's okay if you can't figure it out for a while, anyway, I've been in Chiang Mai, you can come at any time, you can come or not, look at your old classmates. It's not like you won't even come here because of the bad reputation of this place, right? Mo Ren was very grateful to Liu Tong for his thoughtfulness and left himself a way out. Of course, he will not really engage in seven twists and threes, but it is necessary to reserve the right in this regard, and it is the best state to lead but not provoke. If all the roads were blocked, maybe he would do something he would regret.

The turning point of the matter was that Mo Ren went to Chiang Mai, not at the invitation of Liu Tong, on the contrary, Mo Ren learned that Liu Tong was going out for a few days before deciding to set off. Like Liu Tong on a business trip to Bangkok, Mo Ren also got a business trip, and Mo Ren decided to go alone and conduct a field trip. If Liu Tong is still in Chiang Mai, Mo Ren is bound to meet, and this meeting may be involuntarily, and it will be too late to get out at that time. If you don't go to see Liu Tong, you can't talk about it. Therefore, Mo Ren left at a very good time. During the meeting, he got rid of his colleagues and walked around Liu Tong's house alone (according to the address given by Liu Tong). As soon as he entered this neighborhood, he immediately felt different, maybe it was because of his ancestors? It was about three o'clock in the afternoon, and the ratio of men and women on the street was obviously out of balance, and the young girls were flowing in front of Mo Ren's eyes. He didn't see the problem based on what they were wearing and how they looked, but rather on the overall pattern and distribution of the crowd. Mo Ren thought to himself that it was fortunate that he didn't come out at night, otherwise he would have fallen into a terrible trap even without Liu Tong. Even so, in front of a shopping mall, he was stopped by a girl who asked him what time it was? Mo Ren told the truth, and in order to prove that what he said was true, he specially raised his wrist. The girl grabbed his hand, as if to make time more real. She grabbed Kang Xiaohua's wrist and looked at it for five seconds, as if there was a secret pointer on his middle-aged man's face. The short or long five seconds passed quickly, and the girl said thank you, dropped Mo Ren's hand and walked away. Mo Ren stared at her background, the small bag with the extra long strap slapping her distant ass again and again. What the hell did she see in his face? Mo Ren will never know. But he finally reacted: she was one kind of woman. He finally had formal contact with that kind of woman, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was on a skin-to-skin blind date (her sharp nails left a faint mark on his wrist). How is this possible? It's incredible! Although the actual contact was only for a few seconds, Mo Ren stood in front of the store for half an hour. He looked in the direction in which the girl had disappeared, and for a long time he forgot to put down the arm that was no longer the same. Mo Ren is like a statue of time standing in front of the store, looking extremely deeply at the watch on his wrist. After returning to the hotel, he naturally stayed awake all night, and the agitated mood continued until he returned to his city.