When he was taken away by the police, Zhu Shoucheng could barely maintain his composure, forcibly suppressing the fear of being knocked on his wrist by cold handcuffs. He even followed the instructions in the travel manual to ask him about the video and pictures of hurting young children on his computer. Where did the police come from, Dao, he wouldn't say a word until his lawyer came.
He heard that the United States is a country that pays attention to evidence. They haven't caught their current situation. As long as they don't admit it, then they have nothing to do.
When he was taken to the police station, a police officer asked Zhu Shoucheng in a gruff voice if there was anyone who could pay bail for him. If so, he might have good luck tonight without spending the night in jail. .
Zhu Shoucheng faced the orange-red telephone and swallowed.
In America, his only relative is his son.
But he really didn't have the courage to let his son see those videos and photos, because he couldn't guarantee that his son still remembered the faces of those children.
During the hesitation, the policeman became impatient: "Do you have anyone to contact?"
Zhu Shoucheng asked, "How much is the bail?"
"It depends on the situation." The police were very rude to him, "According to your judgment of the possibility of harming the society, $100,000."
"… One hundred thousand?"
Zhu Shoucheng was startled.
Even after learning English, his Chinese thinking is still deeply ingrained. As soon as he encounters this kind of thing, he will start to talk about the big truth and question the other party's motives: "You have no reason to suspect that I am the first, and the invasion of personal privacy is the second. This is obviously blackmail. Blackmail, I have to contact the embassy…”
The other party didn't answer him at all: "Can someone bail you out?"
Having said that, Zhu Shoucheng didn't even dare to contact his son, so how could he easily contact the embassy.
He was still in a panic, and his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't think of a good excuse to justify it.
He thought, why don't you calm down first, anyway, the son will leave work in a few hours, and he will soon find out that he is missing, and he will naturally come to find him at that time. He spent a few hours to sort out his thoughts and talk to him, the effect Probably better than over the phone.
Thinking of this, Zhu Shoucheng replied, "For the time being... no."
The policeman on the opposite side sneered unabashedly, signed a list, and handed him over to another policeman.
Zhu Shoucheng didn't dare to speak out against such a bad attitude, so he secretly remembered his warning sign and complained to him immediately after he was ready to go out.
He was first taken into a temporary detention room, a boxy concrete room with an iron fence on one side, and the other three walls were not evenly smeared with the cement and had burrs. Nothing but an iron toilet, a sink that was constantly leaking water, and a standard size iron bed.
Today is a cloudy day. Even at noon, the wind of Qiushen still blows Zhu Shoucheng's back with chills. He wrapped the quilt that smelled of disinfectant, and looked at a fat policewoman dozing outside, and his heart surfaced. It was useless to force myself to calm down and think many times because of the anxiety and fear.
The icy handcuffs were still cuffed around his wrists, reminding him of its existence at all times.
For Zhu Shoucheng, this is really a great insult.
The handcuffs made him unable to think, Zhu Shoucheng curled up on the bed, and even couldn't help but have the irritable thought of wanting to smash it, the grievances in his heart surged, and the thoughts that he had finally managed to get together rushed to seventy again and again. Eight falls.
Soon, someone came and pointed at him and said a series of words in American dialect, as if he meant to take him to some "jail".
According to Zhu Shoucheng's English level, he can only translate it as "prison", and he can't distinguish the difference between this word and "prison" very well.
He had heard of the American police's unrecognized marksmanship, and knew that he couldn't anger them too much, so he had to follow him, waiting for his son to pick him up when he found out that something was wrong.
But Zhu Shoucheng felt that something was wrong as he walked.
He was led to a special place, where he got the prison uniform, the towel, and the matching shoes.
... how does this seem to mean that he is meant to live here for a long time? !
Holding a washbasin and being pushed into the collective cell where six people were imprisoned, Zhu Shoucheng saw his hair stand on end when he saw several sinister gazes instantly cast from the narrow place.
He stepped in with a pretense of calmness, huddled in the only empty bed, and made a manuscript, intending to find an excuse for the existence of those things in the computer, not aware of the strangeness of the prison guard's contempt for him with a little sympathy manner.
Before the door was closed, a short boy wearing a prison uniform and dragging slippers came to the door, asked the prison guard a few words in Mexican, and followed closely, looking back at Zhu Shoucheng's eyes also changed.
The iron gate slammed shut.
Zhu Shoucheng felt that the atmosphere in the small room was strange. The Mexican boy used his hands and feet to use one of the bunks, and whispered a few words to the person wrapped in the quilt in the upper bunk.
Zhu Shoucheng pretended not to see it, and didn't want to cause trouble. Who would have thought that soon after he sat down, a tall cloud silently fell to his side.
When Zhu Shoucheng raised his head, he was really startled.
Zhu Shoucheng was already considered tall, but the white man with the horse-faced man didn't know what he was eating, so he was half a head taller than him.
He was full of superficial ruffians, and he didn't seem to be nervous about being locked up. Obviously, he was a homeless man who deliberately committed trivial things all the year round, so that he could go to prison to eat and drink: "Sir, what are you doing? locked in?"
Zhu Shoucheng said succinctly: "A misunderstanding."
The homeless man was a nuisance, and was rejected by Zhu Shoucheng, but he still approached him shamelessly: "Tell me about it, otherwise it will be boring."
Zhu Shoucheng disliked the taste in his mouth, and said perfunctorily, "Nothing to say. They searched my home and found some contraband... I didn't mean to."
The tramp made a hot suction motion, motioning to him: "Huh?"
Zhu Shoucheng was eager to get rid of him: "It's not taking drugs, it's... a computer."
The tramp suddenly realized: "Oh, I guess, you entered the net that you shouldn't enter."
During the conversation, the man who was lying on the bed just now listening to the Mexican boy turned over and sat up. He also had Mexican appearance, and the mustache on his chin was messed up like weeds. He also looked like a senior hooligan.
He rubbed the mucus at the corner of his eyes, and then put the rubbed filth on his fingertips and crushed it: "Guys, have fun. A pedophile."
Zhu Shoucheng's heart seemed to be filled with lead, and he slammed down, making his voice hurt: "I... I'm not!"
He saw that the situation was wrong, and naturally he didn't expect to use the word "love" to convince them again.
He stiffened his neck and tried his best to explain: "I'm not, you misunderstood."
The Mexican teenager said in broken English: "We have inquired about it. You have a lot of pictures of Asian children without clothes in your computer, and I can't find the source. It is very likely that you took them yourself, and you used to be a teacher. ."
Zhu Shoucheng's cold sweat came down immediately.
These people are indeed frequent prisoners, and they are actually familiar with the prison guard!
Just now, this young man was inquiring about the situation with the prison guards...
The bearded man stretched his waist lazily and lay on his side: "Take good care of him. Whoever behaves well, I will reward whoever goes out."
Before Zhu Shoucheng could realize who the boss in this prison was, the white man with the horse face next to him suddenly turned his face, grabbed his hair, and slammed into the wall with a bang.
Zhu Shoucheng's head was slammed, and the stars and flowers danced wildly in front of him. After a while, he felt the heat flowing from his hair.
He thought it was just his bad luck, he met an unreasonable bastard, and he was fine with two hits.
However, when he caught a cold and found that his pants had been ripped off, Zhu Shoucheng finally fell into a state of collapse, so much so that he forgot where it was, and yelled in Chinese: "What are you doing?! You guys It's illegal!!"
Several people present looked at each other.
They don't understand.
In their opinion, this old man is an old pervert. I don't know if it is Japanese or Korean. Anyway, Asians all look the same.
They only know that in their cognition, pedophiles in prisons are the lowest level of all prisoners, they are garbage, and they can be repaired and played with.
Seeing the Mexican teenager pick up a mop pole in the corner, Zhu Shoucheng's heart was broken. I don't know where the strength came from, but he just broke free from the restraint of the horse's face, threw himself on the door, and smashed the door desperately, hoarsely: " Here's someone! Where's the police! Do you care? You—ah!!"
He was pulled back and slammed onto the bed, his face deformed by the bed rails.
Two prison guards not far away vaguely heard Zhu Shoucheng's howls in pain like a pig.
They looked at each other, their faces accustomed to it.
"They're conditioning new people again."
"Let them go."
The two of them shrugged indifferently, and resumed their busy registration.
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the other end.
When Zhu Shoucheng's son and daughter-in-law came home, he found that his father was not at home and he didn't care. He thought he was out for a walk again. It was not until his son found out that Zhu Shoucheng's mobile phone was at home, he panicked.
This person is unfamiliar, what if he gets lost
Zhu Shoucheng's son contacted the local police, but was informed of his father's affairs instead.
When he first heard the reason for Zhu Shoucheng's arrest, Zhu Shoucheng's son thought it was a funny joke.
But when the other party ignored their doubts and asked them coldly if they needed to bail Zhu Shoucheng, the couple were all stunned.
After putting down the phone, he fell on the sofa and spent three full minutes. Zhu Shoucheng's son still couldn't digest this fact, but after he was in a daze, he immediately took what he thought was the most correct course of action.
He rolled up his suit: "I'll go to the police station and bail my dad out."
However, his wife Amei, who usually compliments her father in every possible way, is uncharacteristically: "Wait first, let's have a good talk about this."
The son said anxiously: "Come back and talk about it!"
Amei grabbed him: "Sit down for me! Clear your head! Your dad... can't rush out to fish now!"
Zhu Shoucheng's son was going crazy and shouted, "He's my dad! How can I let him suffer in prison?"
Amei did the same, and shouted back: "I know it's your dad! But what about you! Your career is gone? You have just arrived in the United States, and your career has just started. If it is known that you have such a pedophile father, you You also spent a huge amount of bail to bail him out and fight a lawsuit for him, do you want your career?"
The son defended: "My dad is not... He is impossible, he is a good old man, there must be some misunderstanding-"
Amei: "Don't be stupid! People said that your father first logged into the child pornography website, downloaded pictures, kept a record with the police, and then spied on the children next door, and then they came to the house. In his computer, he found some of his 'teaching plans', and also found pictures of naked and naked children... That computer was brought by your father from China. It looked like a baby. I thought there was something important in it. did not expect-"
The son insisted: "My dad is really not that kind of person!! He raised me alone, it's not easy for him..."
"You came out to work early, what do you know about him! Do you really know him?" Amei was still terrified, "your dad used to say that he was going to come to the United States to take care of me, but now I think about it, my spine is shattered. I'm in a cold sweat... Can you calm down first, let's discuss it and see if there is a more appropriate way to deal with this... "
But no matter how his wife discouraged him, his son rushed to the place where Zhu Shoucheng was being held overnight, wanting to pay bail and release his father.
When they heard the amount of the bail, both the son and Amei were stunned.
… $150,000.
This simply means that the crime is too serious and there is no intention to let the family bail!
Amei breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this number.
They had just arrived in the United States, and after buying the house in full, the deposit in the account that could be called instantly was less than $100,000, and they couldn't afford to pay such a high bail.
However, what she never expected was that after hearing this amount of money, her son would ask his colleagues to borrow money when he picked up his mobile phone.
A Mei pressed down his phone: "Are you sick!?"
The son's tears welled up, the appearance of a business elite was swept away, and he grabbed his hair: "My dad pulled me up with one hand, I can't let him suffer in prison!"
Amei still held his hand and refused to let go.
The son tried his best to convince her: "As long as Dad comes out well, goes to court, and settles the matter, the money can be returned! If you don't agree to borrow the money, we will temporarily mortgage the house..."
When Amei heard this, she was so furious that she waved her bag and slammed it on her husband's face.
After a good cold wind blowing in the night, Amei gradually calmed down, took out her mobile phone from her bag, and called her best girlfriend in China.
"Sister, it's me." Amei turned to look at the police station with the lights on, "Are you busy? I might trouble you with something. My father-in-law came to the United States some time ago, and he always said he had to do more. A few years ago, and now it is suddenly said that the school wants him to take a back seat... I think it's a bit strange, if it is convenient for you, can you help me find out if he is in China... what happened?"