"Name?"

"Yang Wei. ”

"Age?"

"Nineteen years old. ”

"Gender?"

"Can't you see that?"

"Yang Wei, you give me honesty!" the policeman slammed the table angrily and said loudly.

"......" Tang Xuan.

"Let's talk about your experience at Nantang Binhu Hotel from beginning to end. Be careful, including all the details, not a single one is missing!" the police said.

"Be lenient in confession, lenient in resisting!" The police officer next to him added.

Tang Yi had no choice but to speak again.

In seven or eight days, he lost count of how many times he had spoken.

Not much this time anyway.

He was suddenly a little glad that his mobile phone had been destroyed by the murderer with a dagger.

Otherwise, if the police find out that they are obviously Yang Wei's identity, but they are using Tang Wei's mobile phone, it will be difficult to explain.

At the very least, they will add one more charge to themselves for stealing mobile phones.

............

In today's interrogation, the police's attitude has obviously been much softer.

After all, Tang Yi was innocent.

Although he was bitten by the murderer at that time, the facts are the facts, how could he be blinded by the embodiment of justice?

As long as the matter is clarified and the relevant evidence is collected, the police will naturally acquit him.

Maybe you will also be presented with a pennant of "righteousness and bravery"!

So Tang Lu wasn't worried, but felt that life was really a bit difficult.

It's not a good feeling to be in prison.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed, and the interrogation had finally ended.

"We already have a rough idea of what you're talking about. If nothing else, Zhao is the murderer in this case. The police made a final summary.

"Zhao" is, of course, the "mask man", and the real murderer of this elevator murder. Tang Lu also learned afterwards that the murderer's surname was "Zhao", and wasn't his original hometown called "Zhaojia Lane"?

"So you can already convict Zhao?" Tang Lu couldn't help but ask.

"What's the hurry? The evidence to prove his charges is not enough at the moment. Our principle is to never wronged any good person!"

"So when can I get out?"

"What's the hurry? Evidence of your innocence is not enough at the moment. Our principle is to never let go of any bad guy!"

"......" Tang Xuan.

"But don't worry too much, we've got a rough idea of what you're talking about. If you really didn't commit a crime, the police would let you out sooner or later. The policeman next to him added, and said:

"In your current status, you are no longer fit for criminal detention. Starting tonight, you can temporarily change to administrative detention. ”

Tang Yi could only nod.

In any case, being able to move from a detention center for criminal detention to a detention center for administrative detention is a big step forward.

It is conceivable that the clouds will soon clear and the rain will clear.

What's more, the picture in the detention center is so beautiful, Tang Lu really can't bear to recall.

............

In the administrative detention center, the prison guard opened the iron door of the cell and told Tang Lu to enter.

It was a large cell, with a row of bunks against the wall, on which were eight sets of pillows and quilts, apparently a cell for eight people.

But only two prisoners are now housed in the cell.

One is a thin man, dressed in loose pajamas, and is sleeping on the bed in a "big" shape. Tang Lu could only see a tuft of white beard under his chin, he should be not young, but he couldn't see his appearance clearly for a while.

The other is a middle-aged fat man in his thirties, wearing a tight suit, sitting next to the sleeping man, gently fanning the sleeping man with a stack of newspapers in his hand, and his movements are very gentle.

Seeing Tang Lu coming in, the fat man turned his head and smiled at him, but did not speak.

Tang Yi also returned an embarrassed but polite smile.

Although it was the first time in his life that he was in prison, Tang Lu, who had been trained in the detention center a few days ago, understood the rules.

In every cell, there is a boss, and everyone else has to listen to the boss.

Obviously, in the cell of this detention center, the boss is the thin man who is lying on the bed and sleeping.

Tang Lu didn't dare to disturb the boss's rest, nor did he speak, and sat down alone at the other end of the shop.

"I should be able to get out soon, right?" Tang Tao thought to himself.

Anyway, it's been seven or eight days, and it's not bad for one or two days.

He meditated alone.

............

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps outside the cell.

"Uncle Nine, it's time for dinner!" a young prison guard greeted him through the iron bar, carrying two large plastic bags.

"It's time for dinner? I don't know what the food is like for administrative detention. Tang Lu thought to himself.

But before he could react, suddenly there seemed to be a figure in front of him, and when he looked closely, the fat man in the suit who was originally sitting on the bed with a newspaper and fanning the wind had actually appeared in front of the iron bar on the other side of the cell.

？？？

What's the situation?

Tang Tao suspected that he was dazzled, and hurriedly rubbed his eyes.

"What's the ghost called? I didn't see Uncle Nine sleeping!" the fat man lowered his voice and sharply accused the prison guards outside.

"Oh...... Oh......" The prison guard quickly shut up and handed the two large plastic bags in his hand into the cell.

"Ahem......" The thin man on the bed suddenly coughed twice.

"Uncle Nine, did you make a noise?" the fat man hurriedly asked.

"Hmm......" The man on the bed, known as "Uncle Nine", snorted and turned over.

The fat man suddenly glared at the prison guard outside the cell, and the prison guard's face immediately changed and became miserable white.

"Get out!" the fat man whispered.

The prison guard hurriedly handed over the two large plastic bags to the fat man, and then ran away without daring to turn his head back.

This scene was dumbfounded.

What's going on?

How can a prisoner in a cell shout at the guards?

Could it be that the prison has also introduced a rating system where inmates can rate their satisfaction with the service of prison guards?

Tang Lu didn't have time to be surprised, and then he heard a clear sound of "pop".

- Uncle Nine on the bed had woken up, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette.

？？？

Can you smoke in a prison cell?

Even if it's a brain-dead film and television drama, you don't dare to make up such a plot, right?

Tang Yi is already a little skeptical about life.

It's a pity that the life he wants to doubt is just beginning:

The fat man in the suit had already put two large plastic bags on the bed next to him, took out disposable lunch boxes from them, and placed them on the bed in turn.

Then he opened the lunch boxes one by one, and each one contained a different dish.

Sauced duck, saliva chicken, barbecued pork, braised pork head, husband and wife lung slices, sauced beef...... To say the least, there are more than two dozen kinds.

In addition, the fat man actually took out two cans of beer from the plastic bag.

Tang Di's eyes almost fell out.

Who am I?

Where am I?

Isn't this a detention center cell for administrative detention?

Can you still do this in a cell?

Tang Lu was very confused.

It may be that he smelled the smell of meat, and Uncle Nine on the bed had already sat up.

Tang Qian finally saw the appearance of this ninth uncle clearly.

He is about forty or fifty years old, his head is a little gray, and his face is very thin, no different from ordinary middle-aged and elderly men, and even the uncle who sells vegetables in the vegetable market and the uncle who guards the door in the community.

But when his eyes turned by chance, there was a feeling of brilliance, which made people feel an invisible pressure.

The fat man had already delivered the chopsticks to Uncle Nine. Uncle Nine smoked while eating vegetables. It is also called the fat man to eat together.

Both of them ignored Tang Wandering on the other side of the shop.

This must be a master!

With the other party's style, he can smoke and drink in the cell of the detention center, and eat more than 20 dishes, what is not a master?

Tang Yi suddenly had a bold conjecture:

Could these two people be some big leaders sent from above to inspect the quality of life in prison?