Chapter 203: Detention Center Horror Night

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Regarding how deep his misunderstandings with the police uncle have accumulated, Boss Zhou does not have this awareness, nor does he have any awareness of anti-reconnaissance skills. I have been in the detention center, but I have been in it twice in my life. The last time was when I was just resurrected from the corpse, and Doctor Lin came to take me away.

I remember that at that time, I was talking to the guy next to me about how that girl looks good, how...

When the police brought Dr. Lin to Zhou Ze and said that your wife is here to take you away,

Zhou Ze was directly stunned.

Sitting down on the platform, it was a bit cold below, but Zhou Ze was not afraid of the cold, at this moment Zhou Ze noticed that only the old Taoist and himself were locked together, and Lao Xu was not detained here.

This is really an innocent disaster, the cause and process have a comic effect that makes people laugh and cry.

At this moment, the door of the detention center was opened, and two police officers came in with a dining car, and the detainees inside each received a lunch box and a bottle of mineral water.

The quality of the lunch box is not bad, with two meat and two vegetables. The uncle of the policeman even asked if the rice is enough. If it is not enough, there is a separate white rice that can be added here.

Lao Dao specially ordered two lunch boxes, and sat there eating happily.

Zhou Ze opened the lunch box, picked up the chopsticks, and fiddled with the meat a few times. He really lost his appetite.

The thing made by Bi'anhua hadn't been made yet, and he didn't bring any sour plum juice. It was really difficult for Zhou Ze to eat under such circumstances.

The policeman on the side noticed this scene, and said with a displeased expression, "So picky?"

Zhou Ze glanced back at him, said nothing, put down his chopsticks, opened the mineral water, and took a few sips.

An afternoon passed by like this, Lao Dao wanted to chat with the boss, afraid that the boss would be bored, but seeing that the boss was not interested in chatting, he simply leaned against the railing and started snoring.

With experienced life experience, entering the detention center is like going back to your own home. It is so familiar that you can't be more familiar with it. You can eat and drink well and sleep soundly in it.

The old man here speaks very nicely, he likes it very much.

Boss Zhou was sitting against the wall, in a daze, not depressed, let alone hesitant, just changing the sofa in the bookstore, as a different experience of salted fish.

But no matter how salty the fish is, Boss Zhou can't sit still at night. He has been working very regularly these days, and he should be sleeping at this point, but without Bai Yingying and the freezer here, he can't sleep.

The two policemen in the distance have already changed shifts, and the two newcomers are constantly patrolling and the other is sitting there as if reading something.

The old Taoist was still sleeping soundly there, it seemed that he slept more soundly than 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 be digging a tunnel to get out of prison. Although he didn't have any tools around him, it seemed that his nails could also dig?

But instead of digging a tunnel, why not just pry the lock open with your fingernails?

Then those two policemen, they seem to be able to...

Your own armor can prevent bullets, right?

When Boss Zhou was thinking empty-handed,

Suddenly, there was a friction sound of "哗啦啦......哗啦啦......".

The sound was like the sound of an iron chain being dragged on the ground, a little crisp and a little dull.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. Are you still wearing shackles these days?

Probably not.

Looking at the position of the door, I found that no one was escorted in, but the sound of "cracking" has been heard all the time, and it is getting closer.

But the two policemen and the other inmates including Lao Dao didn't react at all.

Zhou Ze opened his mouth and yawned. He understood that maybe only he could hear this voice.

In fact, there is no need to say more about what the voice that only you can hear represents.

But Zhou Ze was a little surprised that a place like the police station could have that kind of thing?

It is clearly stated in the middle school political book that the police are state violent organs endowed by state law with the nature of armed force, and they are state machines.

This is also the reason why Zhou Ze was unwilling to start a conflict and was willing to be caught up for interrogation to find out the situation. First, he was unwilling to destroy his previous bookstore life. Second, it is very unwise to have a direct conflict with the police. , even if he is a ghost.

Because of this, Zhou Ze felt a little surprised that there were dirty things here.

"Crash....crack..."

The voice moved from far to near, but it never really appeared. Zhou Ze felt like a first-timer who bought a ticket to listen to a striptease, anxiously waiting for the performers on stage to quickly take off the two most important clothes .

But it just makes your heart itch, makes you just hang around outside, just doesn't let you in, and deliberately scratches your heart.

Boss Zhou was really impulsive at the moment, he directly turned the lock and pushed open the door to take a look at the aisle, to see what kind of powerless person is doing things here.

A policeman came over, looked at Zhou Ze who was holding onto the railing with both hands and looking towards the exit, sighed, and said:

"Be lenient when confessing, and be strict when resisting. If you explain everything that needs to be explained, you can go out. At least you can ask for peace of mind, right?"

Zhou Ze ignored him at all and continued to look at the exit.

"Hey, let's talk to you, you are not very old, you are about the age of my son."

"..." Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze turned his head this time and looked at the police uncle.

"Brother, you are really not suitable for political education work."

"Hey, it's okay, let's chat casually."

The policeman actually sat directly on the floor, sitting across the railing from Zhou Ze, as if they were having a long conversation.

But Boss Zhou's attention was basically attracted by the sound of the chains in the aisle, so he didn't have the heart to entertain him at this time.

Moreover, this uncle is very dishonest. Zhou Ze noticed him at the first sight when he changed shifts. He has a strong sense of righteousness on his body, especially the national emblem on his police cap, which seems to really shine in Zhou Ze's eyes. Same.

Will this kind of police be reduced to being a guard?

Zhou Ze was not naive enough to think that any random guard in the police station would be a hidden sweeping monk.

"Hey, let me explain to you, I have heard about your business, I know, you are married, and you have your own family, so we did not inform your wife this time;

You may also be deceived. In fact, many drug makers like you are tools of the drug trafficking organization. There is really no need to give them a thunderbolt, as long as you can tell the clues you know exactly. If you come out, you will have the chance to redeem yourself. "

Zhou Ze waved his hand impatiently,

"You guys are really mistaken. I didn't make poison, let alone touch it. It's just a small misunderstanding. I just want to buy a set of simple equipment to make orange crystal water for drinking."

"Don't be so resistant, and don't deny it so quickly, you just calm down and think about it." The uncle is still persuasive.

Perhaps, in his opinion, Zhou Ze is young and has a simple resume, which should be a good breakthrough.

But it is impossible for him to know that Boss Zhou is a person who has died once. Let alone saying that he did not do such a shitty thing, even if he did, how could Boss Zhou's heart be so easily broken by you in a few words? ?

"Think about it, we have noticed you this time. The evidence will be found sooner or later. If you want people to know it, you have to do it yourself. There is a god in three feet, right?

Besides, you are also aware of the harm of d-products to people. When you do so many wicked things, are you not afraid of going to hell? "

"..." Zhou Ze.

"Let's just chat casually. Anyway, it's not an interrogation, and there won't be any recordings. It's easier for me to talk." The policeman coughed.

"Let me tell you the truth." Zhou Ze said helplessly.

"Say, I'm listening." The policeman quietly made a gesture to signal the attention of his colleagues watching the surveillance, and at the same time he was listening attentively.

"This is really just a misunderstanding. You have checked my resume, and you should know that my wife's family is very rich. Also, you have also arrested the employee surnamed Xu in my bookstore. You can go and check it. There are more than twenty suites.

These days, when doing real estate, innovation, or whatever you do, how can you make money quickly and safely by doing real estate?

It's the guy in the Taoist robe over there. He has subsidized hundreds of students in the mountainous area by himself, and his income from a live broadcast is less than hundreds of thousands.

We are full, and we still go to drug production and sales when we are so rich? "

Zhou Ze felt that what he said was very heartfelt.

The meaning is also very clear,

Brothers are not short of money,

Even Boss Zhou, who has the least money, can get money if he puts up his face to flatter his father-in-law, or even more simply, he can live comfortably by selling some funerary objects from Bai Yingying as antiques.

"Well…………"

The police obviously investigated the situation of these people,

at this time,

After hearing Zhou Ze's words, he also nodded, indicating that what he said was indeed very reasonable.

"Look, right, we all have money, and we don't lack money, so how could we be so idle that we would go to do illegal things and think that our lives are not comfortable enough?

The logic doesn't make sense. "

The policeman showed a playful look on his face, and said:

"This is actually not the strictest logic, especially when it comes to you."

"What?"

"For example... the bookstore you opened in the Nan family has been losing money, right?

Therefore, we can completely redefine your motivation based on this.

for example,

A person who will open a bookstore in a commercial center that is sure to lose money,

It seems reasonable for him to make drug dealers,

Because maybe your starting point and the most original purpose is not to make money at all,

Probably just for thrills, for fun...

Are you right? "

"..." Zhou Ze.

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