The Plough

Chapter 3

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Ling Shu was sure that he was framed.

But he couldn't figure out why someone wanted to frame Du Yuning's death on himself.

He was just a little policeman who had been on the job for a few years and still performed mediocrely. He checked in every day, and got off work at the same time. He was either wandering the streets and alleys to find food, or he went to the theatre and dance.

As for the population of the Ling family, it was even simpler.

Ling Shu's parents died early, and there is no hatred or resentment.

Sister Ling Yao is married and a housewife.

Brother-in-law Zhou Shi was the chief staff member of the city government. Even if there were one or two colleagues who disliked him, he would not go around in a circle and smear him by framing his wife and brother.

Ling Shu did not speak, and Yue Dingtang did not urge him.

The two seem to be in a race to see who has the better concentration.

The chandelier swayed on it, and the cold wind that came in through the gap in the window scoured back and forth in the interrogation room, trying to take away the little warmth that was left on several people.

As for the police officer Shen Renjie who asked the confession—

He was so hungry that his chest was on his back.

In the past, he threw Ling Shu into the prison without saying a word, and went out to eat supper, waiting for the other party's family to get money to bail.

But now he dare not.

First, the case is too big, the impact is bad, and the victim's identity is special.

Second, Smith took care of him personally, and Yue Dingtang was still watching.

Shen Renjie is not very clear about the specific position of this Mr. Yue, but from Smith's attitude, it is best not to offend the other party.

"... Mr. Yue?"

The two of them had time to engage in a silent confrontation, but Shen Renjie was so hungry that he couldn't bear it, so he could not help asking in a trembling voice.

Yue Dingtang glanced at him: "You can go first."

"It's okay, you continue!" Shen Renjie grimaced, Yue Dingtang didn't leave, how could he dare to leave

Yue Dingtang turned to Ling Shu: "It's almost New Year's Eve."

Ling Shu: ? ?

Yue Dingtang: "I think you definitely don't want to spend the New Year in prison."

Ling Shu: "My sister will find a way to bail me."

Yue Dingtang: "This case is of great importance. She may not be able to bail you out. You can only survive by cooperating with us and frankly explaining it."

Ling Shu: "I've always been curious about the purpose of your sudden intervention in this matter, because Du Yuning chose to associate with me, not you?"

Yue Dingtang did not speak.

Shen Renjie felt as if he heard something he shouldn't have heard, so he quickly raised his head and stared at the poor chandelier, imagining it as a hot chicken leg.

The chicken drumsticks that had just come out of the oven were steamed to a soft rottenness, and the moisture in the chicken burst out, condensed into water droplets on the top of the pot lid, and fell on the chicken again. One bite was enough to fill the entire taste buds.

Although Shen Renjie is a policeman, his family can only have a hearty meal during the festivals, especially in the past few days before the Chinese New Year, when every family worships their ancestors and worships gods, they will inevitably have offerings, even if it is not chicken legs, but freshly steamed rice. cake…

He thought about it, and his expression was crazy, and he really didn't pay attention to what the two were saying for a while.

Ling Shu was also hungry.

But he didn't look up at the lamp like Shen Renjie did.

Because no matter how long you look at the lamp, it will not turn into chicken legs.

He knew that Yue Dingtang was waiting for him to give in and soften.

This multi-tasking essence has not changed from before to now.

Ling Shu chose to fight quickly.

"If I'm suspicious, then Yuan Bing and the people in Yuan Mansion are there," he said.

Yue Dingtang: "Of course, Yuan Mansion has been blocked, no one can enter or leave, Yuan Bing has also been arrested, but among all the people, you are the most suspect."

Then he stood up.

"It's a pity that your confession failed to provide any key clues to clear the suspicion. As an old classmate, I really want to help you, but there's nothing I can do."

Shen Renjie breathed a sigh of relief and was happy to follow him.

It's finally time to eat, he thought, pushing the notebook in his hand to record the confession.

"Sign it."

Ling Shu read a few lines at random, picked up the pen, and raised his head again.

"I have to spend the night in jail tonight?"

Yue Dingtang looked at his hand holding the pen, and answered irrelevantly, "I remember that you are not left-handed."

Ling Shu lazily curled up the corners of his mouth and scribbled his name: "It's been a while since I practiced it for fun. It happened many years ago. Old classmate, I hope our little friendship can give me a late-night snack in prison."

The three walked out of the interrogation room.

On the other hand, Yuan Bing was taken out of another interrogation room.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the enemy's road is narrow.

Yuan Bing roared and rushed towards Ling Shu!

I was caught off guard, and the people on the side couldn't hold it.

"You little shrewd bastard—"

Ling Shu stretched out his feet.

The roar stopped abruptly.

With the momentum turning straight, Yuan Bing hugged his calf and screamed in pain, and the real person bent over and fell to the ground.

"Beating! Killing! Help!"

A person who has been smoking opium for a long time, how can the force of the pounce be so strong, but Ling Shu's foot is really hard, according to Yue Dingtang's visual observation, even if Yuan Bing did not break the bone, he was severely injured.

But the initiator had already hid behind Yue Dingtang, with a face that had nothing to do with him.

Yuan Bing was still moaning and rolling on the ground, and he couldn't say anything wrong.

Yue Ding Tang said coldly, "Bring the two in."

Young Master Yuan has a special status, and everyone didn't dare to do it. With his words, he immediately dragged people up.

"Ling, you bastard, you killed my wife, and you want to blame me, you have to die!"

Ling Shu didn't take it seriously: "Yuan Bing, I think you should plead guilty and face the law as soon as possible, lest you go into prison without smoking opium. How uncomfortable is this?"

Yuan Bing was dragged out, and the voice drifted away.

The unwillingness and anger echoed in the police station, which made Shen Renjie sigh.

He had seen Du Yunning from a distance, that was before the other party was alive.

At that time, Du Yuning was wearing a pink cheongsam with silver trimmings, such a flamboyant color, she was surprised that she wore a variety of style, which was different from ordinary people.

Looking at most of the Shanghai beaches, there are not many beauties like Du Yuning.

It's a pity, Hong Yan has a bad life.

This case is destined to be a sensation in Shanghai.

Seeing that both of them were gone, Shen Renjie asked in a low voice, "Mr. Yue, what Ling Shu wanted to eat just now, can you give it to me?"

It was not Yue Dingtang's turn to make a decision on this matter, but just now Smith looked at him differently, and Shen Renjie would of course take the opportunity to please him.

Yue Dingtang: "According to your practice, will you give it?"

Shen Renjie smiled: "This..."

Yue Dingtang understood immediately, the subtext is, if you put money in, you will give it, if you don't put money in, there will be nothing.

Shanghai can be called the center of the Far East and a model of the Republic of China, but behind this prosperity, it is also filthy.

After all, the decadent Qing Dynasty has just passed twenty years.

"Then don't give it!" He looked righteous.

Ling Shu himself was a policeman, so of course he knew what the prison environment was like.

A row of brick houses, the walls are cracked with moss and black stains.

A small window is opened under the eaves, which is the only light source. During the day, there is still a glimpse of light. At night, the prison guards will never waste candles or electric lights on the prisoners. Everyone can only smell the smell and fall asleep in the dark.

In winter, it is even more difficult to endure. The cold and hard stone ground is uneven, and at most is covered with a layer of straw. If you wear thin clothes when you are in prison, you will be almost frozen in three or five days. Some, can't even wait for a verdict.

Ling Shu's body was warm, and he was still wrapped in a thick coat. It was bought for him by his sister from Yongan Department Store last month. Just replaced it, I didn't expect it would come in handy like this.

Cold, damp, and dark are all Ling Shu's impressions of the prison.

Every prison is the same.

At the end of the darkness, thin sobbing and vague self-talk came, from far and near, from time to time, which could easily arouse the fear in the depths of people's hearts.

The only source of light came from the low-wattage electric lamps overhead. Instead of producing the slightest warmth, the dim light made the connection between light and shadow even more eerie.

Standing at the door of the cell, the smell of urine and humidity made him hesitate for a moment.

The prison guards at the back pushed him in without pushing hard.

With a bang, the cell door was locked again.

"Be honest!"

Leaving a not-so-serious warning, the guard walked away.

The prison cell is another world.

It was dark all around, and the breathing sound was different, and it could be heard that there were at least five or six people in this cell.

Suddenly from bright to dark, his eyes are still not used to it, and Ling Shu can't see the surroundings.

But the original person here was able to look at him carefully through the dim light outside the window.

A young man with fine skin and tender flesh, he is tall, but not strong. At first glance, he looks like an eldest young master from a wealthy background who has never suffered any hardships.

Such a person entering a prison is like a sheep entering a pack of wolves, a walking target, a firefly in the dark night, only to bully me and exploit me without writing on his face.

Eyes in the dark didn't miss every inch of his body, especially the cashmere coat that was wrapped tightly around him.

Ling Shu didn't move.

He knew that the beast always had to confirm the weakness of the prey before making a move. As long as he moved slightly, the countless pairs of eyes in the darkness would immediately be able to see his weakness.

These days, the people who can be imprisoned are not just suspects like him and Yuan Bing.

From youth gang members to desperados, from cheating to murder and arson, the weak and deceitful can't survive here for a few days, only those who are fierce and slick can survive.

A gust of cold wind blew, and his nose was a little itchy.

Ling Shu endured, but couldn't hold back.

He opened his mouth, lowered his head, and sneezed a little.

Just as he was rubbing his nose, he suddenly had a hand on his shoulder.

Before he could react, Ling Shu's entire body was shoved to the iron gate!

When there was a loud bang, the sound of the back colliding with the iron gate reverberated in the empty prison, shocking the ears.

In the distance, the footsteps of the prison guards running over could be vaguely heard, but they quickly turned back and disappeared without a trace.

This kind of place, as long as no human life is caused, generally no one will take care of it.

Even if people are killed, as long as the deceased does not have a strong identity background, there may not be serious consequences.

In troubled times, human life is like a must, even in the most prosperous cities in the Far East.

It is foreseeable that it will be a grim night to greet him.

Why is it so difficult to have a late night snack

Ling Shu was full of sadness.

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