"Ms. Haitong, we have completed the process. You will be transferred to the detention center this afternoon. Before that, you will be granted the right to family visits for half a day. If you think it is okay, please sign the transcript."
Hai Tong looked dazed, bit her lip, and asked, "What will be the outcome for me?"
The policewoman looked at her in surprise, and seeing her shaky appearance, she softened her heart and said, "It depends on what the court decides."
She feels that she can't escape the three years.
However, seeing that Haitong was young, she did not say it directly so as not to shock her too much.
The female police officer pushed the transcript in front of her and handed her a pen: "You can take a look at the transcript and see if there is any discrepancy between what is written there and what you said."
Haitong picked up the pen in a daze and looked down at the transcript.
It was written exactly as she said.
If I had my way with what she said, I would definitely not have to go to jail.
But Haitong had just finished watching the surveillance video and knew very well that this record was just a formality and the evidence was the surveillance video.
She signed her name on the transcript with a trembling voice, raised her head, and asked the policewoman impatiently: "When can I see my family?"
The policewoman took the transcript and looked at the place where she signed. After confirming that there was no problem, she stood up, and the chair rubbed against the ground, making a "clicking" sound.
"I'll submit the transcript and file it, and then I can go through the process."
…
Haitong sat alone in the small dark room waiting for more than an hour, and finally heard a series of footsteps approaching outside.
Soon the door opened.
The light from outside shone in, and her eyes felt uncomfortable for a moment, so she closed her eyes.
Then I heard a crying voice: "Tongtong!"
When Hai Tong heard her parents' voices, she immediately opened her eyes. When she saw Mr. and Mrs. Hai coming in, her eyes became hot and tears fell.
"Mom, I don't want to go to jail. I don't want to go to jail. I'm still so young, I haven't graduated from Cambridge yet, I can't go to jail..."
Once she goes to jail, there will be a stain on her resume, and this stain will accompany her for the rest of her life. Even if she is released in the future, she will not be able to obtain a visa or green card abroad because of this stain.
Haitong claims that she is different from those second-generation rich people in Beijing who only know how to eat, drink and have fun. She is an excellent student, so how can she tolerate a stain on her life
She cried bitterly, but she was handcuffed to the chair and couldn't move. She could only look at Hai's father with red eyes and beg: "Dad, Dad. Can you tell grandma to take me out? Please beg grandma. Grandma has loved me the most since I was a child. She will not ignore me. Just tell grandma to tell Grandpa Ye, and I can go out."
"Haitong, listen to me." Haimu wanted to explain to her.
Haitong covered her ears and said hysterically: "I don't want to listen!"
"Why did you come now? Why don't you help me find grandma and the Ye family? Am I still your daughter? If I go to jail, you will be embarrassed too."
Father Hai couldn't stand it anymore, so he took two steps forward, and regardless of Mother Hai's screams to stop him, he raised his hand and slapped her hard in the face.
All I heard was a 'pop'.
Haitong's left face was numbed from the slap, her eardrums were buzzing, and her head tilted to the side.
She seemed to be stunned. She turned around, tears streaming down her face: "You hit me?"
Father Hai was furious: "You did something good, shouldn't you be beaten?! Who told you to steal things from the Ninth Institute? Is this how your mother and I taught you?!"
(End of this chapter)