Boss Zhou had no awareness of how deep the misunderstandings between him and the police had accumulated. He also had no awareness of anti-reconnaissance skills. In his previous life, he walked out of the orphanage with a clean record and worked hard for his life like a model worker. He had never been to a detention center in his entire life. However, he had been to the detention center twice in this life. The last time was when he had just come back to life, and it was Doctor Lin who came to take him away.
I remember that I was chatting with a guy next to me about how pretty that girl was and so on…
When the police brought Dr. Lin to Zhou Ze and said, "Your wife is here to take you away,"
Zhou Ze was completely confused.
He sat down on the table. It was a little cold there, but Zhou Ze was not afraid of the cold. At this time, Zhou Ze noticed that it seemed that only the Taoist priest and himself were imprisoned together, and Lao Xu was not detained here.
This was truly an unexpected disaster, the cause and process of which were both hilarious and comical.
At this moment, the door of the detention center was opened, and two policemen pushed a food cart in. Each detainee inside was given a box lunch and a bottle of mineral water.
The quality of the lunch boxes was pretty good, with two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes. The police officer also asked if the rice was enough, and if not, there was separate white rice for extra servings.
Lao Daote ordered two box lunches and sat there enjoying the meals.
Zhou Ze opened the lunch box, picked up the chopsticks, and fiddled with the meat a few times. He really had no appetite.
The thing made from red spider lily has not been made yet, and he hasn't brought any sour plum juice or anything like that. It would be a bit difficult for Zhou Ze to eat under such circumstances.
The policeman on the side noticed this scene and said with a displeased look, "So picky?"
Zhou Ze looked back at him, said nothing, put down his chopsticks, opened the mineral water and took a few sips.
An entire afternoon passed in this uneventful manner. The Taoist priest wanted to chat with the boss, fearing that he would be bored. However, when he saw that the boss had no interest in chatting, he simply leaned against the railing and began to snore.
With my rich life experience, entering the detention center is like going back home. It is so familiar to me that I can eat, drink and sleep well in it.
The guy here speaks very nicely and he likes this place very much.
Boss Zhou sat against the wall, in a daze. He wasn't depressed, nor was he confused. He just moved the sofa in the bookstore to a different position, just to change his lazy experience.
But no matter how lazy he was, Boss Zhou could not sit still at night. He had been very regular in his work and rest schedule these days and he should have gone to bed at this time, but without Bai Yingying by his side and without a freezer, he could not sleep.
The two policemen in the distance had already changed shifts. Of the two new policemen, one was constantly patrolling while the other was sitting there seemingly reading a book.
The old Taoist was still sleeping soundly there, and it seemed that he slept even more soundly than he did at home.
Zhou Ze suddenly thought of The Count of Monte Cristo. He remembered that in the story, the Count of Monte Cristo seemed to have escaped from prison by digging a tunnel. Although he didn't have any tools with him, it seemed that he could also dig with his fingernails
But instead of digging a tunnel, why not just pry the lock open with your fingernails
Then the two policemen seemed to be able to...
Is your armor bulletproof
When Boss Zhou was letting his mind wander,
Suddenly, I heard the friction sound of "clatter... clatter..."
The sound was like an iron chain being dragged on the ground, a bit crisp and a bit dull.
Zhou Ze was a little surprised. Who still wears shackles in this day and age
It shouldn’t be that serious.
Looking towards the door, I found that no one was being escorted in, but the "clattering" sound continued and was getting closer and closer.
The two policemen and other inmates, including the Taoist priest, did not react at all.
Zhou Ze opened his mouth and yawned. He realized that perhaps he was the only one who could hear this sound.
There is actually no need to explain what the sound that only you can hear represents.
But Zhou Ze was a little surprised that a place like the police station could have such a thing
It is clearly written in the middle school political textbook that the police are a state violence organ with armed nature granted by national law. They are a state machine that cannot be violated by gods or demons.
This is also the reason why Zhou Ze was unwilling to get into conflict and was willing to be arrested for interrogation to find out the truth. Firstly, he did not want to ruin his previous bookstore life, and secondly, it was very unwise to get into direct conflict with the police, even if he was a ghost messenger.
Therefore, Zhou Ze felt a little surprised that there were dirty things here.
“Clatter… clatter…”
The sound came from far away but never really appeared. Zhou Ze felt like a novice who bought a ticket to a strip club, anxiously waiting for the performers on the stage to quickly take off their two most important pieces of clothing.
But it just makes you itchy, makes you rub against it outside, and doesn't let you in, scratching your heart on purpose.
Boss Zhou was really impulsive at this moment. He broke the lock, pushed open the door, and went to the aisle to take a look to see which ignorant big shot was causing trouble here.
A policeman came over and looked at Zhou Ze, who was holding the railing with both hands and looking towards the exit. He sighed and said:
"If you confess, you will be treated leniently. If you resist, you will be treated severely. If you confess everything you need to confess, you can be released. At least you can have peace of mind, right?"
Zhou Ze ignored him and continued looking towards the exit.
"Hey, I'm talking to you. You're not that old, right? You're about the same age as my son."
“… …” Zhou Ze.
This time Zhou Ze turned around and looked at the policeman.
"Brother, you are really not suitable for political education work."
"Hey, it's okay, let's just chat."
The policeman actually sat on the ground, with Zhou Ze sitting across the railing, as if they were going to have a long conversation.
However, Boss Zhou's attention was basically attracted by the sound of chains in the aisle, and he had no intention of entertaining this person at this time.
Moreover, this uncle was very dishonest. Zhou Ze noticed him at first sight when changing shifts. He had a strong sense of righteousness, especially the national emblem on his police hat, which seemed to be really glowing in Zhou Ze's eyes.
Would this kind of policeman be reduced to being a guard
Zhou Ze was not naive enough to think that any guard picked from the police station would be a hidden master.
"Hey, let me be honest with you. I have heard about your situation. I know that you are married and you have your own family, so we did not inform your wife about this matter.
You may have been deceived. In fact, many of you who make drugs are tools of drug trafficking organizations. There is really no need to take the blame for them. As long as you can tell us the clues you know, you will have a chance to redeem yourself."
Zhou Ze waved his hands impatiently.
"You are really mistaken. I didn't make any poison, let alone touch this stuff. This is just a small misunderstanding. I just want to buy a simple set of equipment to make orange crystals to drink."
"Don't resist so much, and don't be so quick to deny it. Calm down and think about it carefully." The uncle continued to persuade her.
Perhaps, in his opinion, Zhou Ze is young and has a simple resume, so he should be a good breakthrough point.
But he couldn't possibly know that Boss Zhou had died once. Not to mention that he hadn't done anything as stupid as that, even if he had, with Boss Zhou's character, how could he be easily defeated by just a few words from you
"Think about it, we have already noticed you this time. Evidence will be found sooner or later. If you don't want others to know, then don't do it. There is a god above your head, right
Besides, you know the harm that drugs can cause to people. Aren’t you afraid of going to hell when you do so many immoral things? "
“… …” Zhou Ze.
"Let's just chat casually. It's not an interrogation and there won't be any recording. It will be more convenient for me to talk." The policeman coughed.
"Let me tell you the truth." Zhou Ze said helplessly.
"You talk, I'm listening." The policeman quietly made a gesture, signaling his colleagues who were watching the surveillance over there to pay attention, and he was also listening attentively.
"This is really just a misunderstanding. You checked my resume and you should know that my wife's family is very wealthy. Also, you also arrested the employee named Xu in my bookstore. You can check and find out that he owns more than 20 houses.
Nowadays, whether you are doing business, innovation or anything else, how can you make money faster and more steadily than in real estate
That guy wearing the Taoist robe over there, he has sponsored hundreds of students in the mountainous areas alone, and he earns hundreds of thousands of dollars from a live broadcast.
We have nothing better to do than to make and sell drugs when we are so rich?"
Zhou Ze felt that what he said was from the bottom of his heart.
The meaning is very clear,
We are not short of money.
Even Boss Zhou, the poorest man, could make money if he swallowed his pride and flattered his father-in-law. Or, to put it more simply, he could get some burial objects from Bai Yingying and sell them as antiques to live a life of ease.
“Hmm…”
The police obviously investigated the circumstances of these people.
at this time,
After listening to Zhou Ze's words, he nodded, indicating that what he said did make sense.
"Look, right? We all have money, and we are not short of it. How could we be so idle as to do something illegal? Do we think our lives are not comfortable enough
The logic doesn’t make sense.”
The policeman showed a rather amusing look on his face and said:
"That's not really the strictest logic, especially when it comes to you."
"What?"
“For example… the bookstore you opened in Nanda has been losing money, right
Therefore, we can completely redefine your motivation based on this.
for example,
A person who would open a bookstore that is sure to lose money in a commercial center where every inch of land is valuable,
It seems reasonable that he would go to make and sell drugs.
Because maybe your starting point and original purpose is not to make money at all.
Maybe it's just for the thrill, for fun...
You're right, right
“… …” Zhou Ze.