The policeman sighed: "If you are so uncooperative, then we are sorry."
So the next day, the interrogation from last night was repeated one after another without a moment's rest. The only mercy this time was to give him a sip of water midway.
But the water ice was so strong that when he drank it into his mouth, it irritated the inflamed tooth. Yue Pengcheng's whole body twitched in pain, as if he was suffering from epilepsy.
Yue Pengcheng felt like he was on the verge of death from being tortured. He didn't know how much time had passed. Finally, his consciousness seemed to have left. He kept repeating mechanically: "I'm not... a spy, I'm not a spy..."
Yue Pengcheng knew that even the domestic police would detain him for 72 hours and no more without conclusive evidence.
He just needs to survive these three days.
But at the end of three days, it seemed that Yue Pengcheng still had no intention of letting him go. Yue Pengcheng was about to collapse. During these three days, he felt that he had become less human and less ghostly. He didn't know what he looked like. .
At first, he wouldn't eat a bite of the food that was sour. By the third day, he felt that his sense of taste and smell had lost their senses, and he could eat even the food that was given to him.
In these three days, he finally realized what it means to be unable to respond to the situation every day, to have the earth and the earth not work, to have no way to survive, to want to die but not dare to die.
When the police came, Yue Pengcheng knelt down in front of him with a cry, pulled his pants, and cried: "Please, let me go, let me go, I am... I am from the Yue family in Luocheng, although I have been evicted. I left the Yue family, but Yue Tingfeng is my son, and I am really not a spy. These 72 hours have passed and you haven’t found anything. Please let me go, please."
The policeman looked embarrassed and helped him up: "Although the 72 hours are up, the suspicion on you is still not lifted. There is nothing we can do. After all, your problem is not a small one. If something happens, none of us will be responsible." rise."
Yue Pengcheng cried so much that his nose and tears flowed out: "But haven't you found any evidence? I have been tortured... No, no, I am already like this. If I were, I would really tell you, please. ”
The policeman was also in a dilemma: "Okay, I'll go ask for permission."
Then, another hour later, the policeman came back.
In Yue Pengcheng's expectant eyes, he said: "Although your suspicion has not been cleared, we are a country governed by the rule of law. Extending the detention time is not what our police should do..."
"Yes, yes, I know that the police in our country are all serving the people and are good people, so now can I..." Yue Pengcheng still has no trace of the arrogance he had when he first came in. He nodded and bowed in front of the police, like a A completely domesticated dog.
The policeman frowned: "You can go out, but you must find someone to bail you out. After all, your situation is still special. Our police must keep track of your whereabouts at all times and know where you are and what you are doing. You must leave your Address and contact information.”
Yue Pengcheng was full of hope, and it was as if he had been poured ice water on his head: "But now I have just returned to China. I haven't been back for more than ten years. Who can I find to bail me out now?"
Police: "Well, look for your former relatives and friends. If there are any specific clues, we can help you contact them."