Zhou Miaotiao grabbed Xie’s corner’s head and pulled it towards the tea table. Xie’s head was continuously knocked, and the corner was still talking: “You hit well. I’ve been beaten since I was small. My waist has been beaten before, I’ve been thrown into ice oil in winter, I’ve been thrown over and frozen for a day, sold to mountain valleys, their whole family’s backbone has been beaten several times, I beat you to beat me to the sky, I won’t settle the account…”
Xie stopped talking here. She lay motionless on the ground below the tea table.
Zhou Miaotiao picked her up and touched her head. Fortunately, she wasn’t dead. Xie’s corner was soft, like a cloth doll hanging on Zhou Miaotiao’s leg.
Zhou Miaotiao laid her back on the ground.
Zhou Muchen drank up the red wine. He needed to think carefully. If summer came out, how would he take care of himself? If he didn’t come out, this time he wouldn’t be at ease. Then, after experiencing those elite basic training in the deep naval base, when he went out to the Jianghu again, how would he take care of himself? He was already exhausted at that time.
Zhou Muchen jumped out a legal science book from the bookshelf, wanting to check how many years he could be sentenced.
He looked wrong about the case.
Zhou Muchen thought.
Feng Bei called Zhou Muchen, saying, “Are you there? How are you discussing?”
Unexpectedly, finding Bei was also the same.
How come he didn’t see their relationship was so close before?
Feng Bei continued: “I’ve called Suo Ke. Let’s sit together tonight.”
Even finding Bei was laughing.
Zhou Muchen hadn’t figured out the money matter. He was worried about how to handle this half-broken cigarette. Even if summer could be temporarily thrown aside, if Yue Jiao saw him like this, he could make a big fuss, not prepared to tell himself his intentions first, most afraid the cigarette wasn’t even ten centimeters long.
The case was well arranged.
The case was taken to the detention center by the police. After the police checked his body, following regulations, they searched his waist and belt, and summer held the bag and walked into the “cell”. Inside the big prison door, the room was twenty-several square meters, with twenty-seven or eight people, with staff urgently doing tasks, organizing, and wearing uniforms, which was the prescribed duty.
The case’s arrival was very interesting.
“Take off clothes, wash up,” a fifty-year-old man said. Later, the case knew he was the squadron leader. In the room, there was a day shift, and the case was called to the day shift “over”. After cold water was splashed two or three times, with more than twenty people surrounding and staring, summer stood there exposed.
After washing, the squadron leader could go on duty. He wore a morning uniform, didn’t eat lunch. At 10 PM, everyone fell asleep. On the 50-meter high platform, ten-plus people slept, with not even a foot able to be inserted. At this time, the squadron leader spoke, “Sleep in the ‘imperial palace’.”
The “imperial palace” here refers to the compartment. Because the platform space is limited, half of the older prisoners need to sleep in the passage and “imperial palace” side.
This is a very special society. There are 28 people in the squadron, divided into 3 levels, from high to low classified as “first class”, “second class”, “third class”. “First class” is the squadron leader and several heads, called the “high level”; “second class” is the middle level; “third class” is newcomers and low-ranking suspected persons.
Initially, some also blamed summer, hit him once, and people didn’t dare to look small. In the squadron, if it’s soft eggs, then there are unwashed clothes, unwashable bowls. A housing bureau’s former section chief was relatively soft eggs, always receiving people’s criticism, this kind of person is despised.
Not all compartment heads are bullies. Only when the compartment head’s inside is empty, and the police are not responsible enough, will they become “British wolves”.
In this detention center, one police section manages two squadrons, each squadron having twenty to thirty people, direct management is impossible, all managed through the squadron leader.
Being a squadron leader means having advantages. Externally, small resources can be ignored here and are infinitely expanded, becoming something everyone envies. The squadron leader, eating will have more, living less, sleeping position will be bigger.
When the squadron leader also has another good point, every day he “reports out” twice, reporting work to the dry department. This is an unavoidable encounter, almost all prisoners, regardless of several years, only have entering and reporting out twice.
The squadron leader also grasps the resource allocation power. For example, sleeping, every evening, sleeping beds and the “imperial palace” are worlds apart. Shift assignments are morning, middle, evening shifts, middle shift is half, the most difficult to receive, how to arrange shifts is also a squadron leader’s one word; meals are difficult, one dish one soup, green vegetables are cooked yellow, but able to eat one bite of vegetables, also requires the squadron leader’s calculation.
After the detention center, it was the world of the British. The restless men still held their original anger, releasing the most ultimate darkness.
18 Situation
Today is the fifth day.
The skin of the prisoners in the detention center was all white. The pale, soft and light white was like a burst of air, which would shrink into a low-pitched thin sheet when the air door was blocked. This summer, he held up the racket in his hand against the light, and the colorful racket scattered water-like light in the light, just like the gray ash appearing at half-time.
The gray ash’s teacher was given to her, and the woman’s magic was flickering.
Mou Zhu was also free.
Just a short five days.
One hundred and twenty hours.
What exactly is life and death? In the past one hundred and twenty hours, Mou Zhu had thought countless times. Every day when it ended, every day would pass. How can a person’s life be called complete? Sleeping, if not waking, then there would be no daylight, that would be a lifetime. What is the best time to go? It should be the day without regrets.
Just like that.
When Mou Zhu walked out of the detention center’s gate, he saw his three classmates: Hua Bei, Su Zhe, and Song Ruo Nai. There was also a small cloth bag wrapped in a corner.
Xie Zhen had topped the hat, using a cloth to cover the head.
There was a song like this: Please wake him up gently, please blow the wind lighter, the moon looking down at him, the bottom of the heart’s emotions never stopping.
Song Ruo Nai pushed Xie Zhen forward, the corner struggling, pulling the cloth downward with his hand, Mou Zhu walked to her side, looked at her for a moment, and said: “What are you pulling, isn’t it the same as before?”
Xie Zhen was uncertain whether this was praise or criticism, seeking help and looking towards Gu He Ruo. Gu He Ruo said to Mou Zhu: “Get married, this way you’ll know what responsibility is, wake up and know your own preciousness.”
Hua Bei said: “Su Zhe and Zhou Mou Cheng talked for an hour. Otherwise, the old Zhou…”
Su Zhe interrupted Hua Bei, saying: “Come out, let’s find a place to eat.”
Classmate gathering, that is Mou Zhu’s fight meeting. Forever here.
He finished lunch in the fight.
In the fight, Su Zhe finally spoke with a low voice: “This is the last time. If you don’t change, your future troubles will only get bigger, and we can’t help you.”
Song Ruo Nai knew Mou Zhu’s low voice: “We know your property investigation is sealed. You’re now unemployed. Ah Ni’s mother is not in Ming Shi, we’ve discussed it well, we’ll stay at Su Zhe’s house, we’ll give you and Xie Zhen the house. Don’t worry, there will always be a way.”
