Mortal Prison Chapter 11: Dreams

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The old policeman didn’t react at all, as if he didn’t hear what I said. If his fingers hadn’t been banging on the table, I might have thought it was a sculpture standing in the dark.

I have to say that his behavior is condescending and very stressful.

I swallowed hard, raised my head and said, "Give me a cigarette."

The old policeman finally responded this time, nodded imperceptibly, stood up, came over, lit a cigarette and stuffed it into my mouth.

I was like an addict, taking long gulps of cigarette, holding back the rich smoke into my lungs, and spitting it out after a long time. Under the stimulation of nicotine, my mind became clearer and my spirit became clearer. Feeling much better, he spit out his cigarette **** and said, "It doesn't matter if you're detained for fifteen days or fined, I accept it."

"Is it interesting?"

The old policeman sneered and said: "Going to Nanwan to find a lady? There are no people in that village anymore. As far as I know, there are only three women there, one of them is forty years old and the remaining two are dead. They are all old ladies, one is sixty and one is eighty. The one who is eighty is blind and the one who is sixty is lame. How do you like this?"

"Look for someone!"

I opened my mouth and said: "I made an appointment with Brother Jun to take a bath together, but I didn't expect that I saw..."

"You don't have to tell me what you said."

The old policeman waved his hand and said: "If you don't want to say it, I won't force you. However, you can stay here for two days and I will hand you over to the army the day after tomorrow."

troops?

My eyelids twitched wildly. Brother Jun killed people and robbed people. These are all criminal cases. How come the army got involved in the blink of an eye?

I laughed a little forcedly: "Isn't that true?"

"I can't control this."

The old policeman said expressionlessly: "Experience tells me that you are not like a master who can kill people. Maybe it is true as you said. You just made an appointment with that military brother to take a bath. But I believe you are useless, the law It's about evidence, and I'm just asking a few symbolic questions here. If you want to blame you, just blame yourself for being a bad person. That military guy is now involved in a huge case, and a national treasure-level scholar is missing. , according to the order from above, all people related to this matter should be handed over to the military. You wish yourself well."

After saying that, the old policeman got up and left.

At this point, I finally believed that he was not really here to interrogate me, but just a symbolic formality. The highlight was yet to come.

I was anxious and called him several times, but he didn't respond and never looked back.

After a while, two young policemen came in, took me off the chair, and pushed me all the way into the cell.

……

This is a small room for eight people, with four beds and bunk beds. It is similar to many student dormitories, but the conditions are not as good as student dormitories. It is dark inside, you can’t see your fingers, and the whole room is filled with a smell of urine. Nasty smell.

Two policemen pushed me into the cell and slammed the iron door shut, but nothing happened again.

I looked around and saw that there were not many people in the cell. There were only two people. One was on the upper bunk on the right side, wrapped in a quilt and sleeping, and the other was on the lower bunk next to the iron door. He seemed to be lying on his back, but The light was dim, so I couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, and I didn't stare at them either. It's easy to get beaten if you stare at people in the cell.

Based on the mentality of settling for what I have come, I picked a bed at random, turned over and lay down on it. The bedding was full of sweat and a bit damp.

At this moment, the person on the lower bunk next to the iron door suddenly sat up and suddenly jumped in front of me.

I was really frightened. After seeing his face clearly, I raised my fist and was about to hit him.

"Hey, Xiaojiu, it's me!"

The man exclaimed in a low voice: "Why don't you recognize me?"

It was the voice of a soldier.

I was startled and stared at the person squatting in front of me for a long time, and then I finally saw a little outline.

It’s not that I’m blind, it’s that the soldier has completely changed his appearance. His whole body has been swollen three times, and he has a pair of panda eyes. He looks miserable. Under the dim sight, at first glance, I thought he was a zombie from many Hong Kong movies. Same, it would be weird if I didn't take action.

Needless to say, this must have been beaten during the arrest.

This bastard...

I had a wry smile on my face and didn’t know what to say. I was already being held down by the police, so just calm down. If you dared to fight back, it would be good if you didn’t kill him.

"Hey hey..."

The soldier was heartless. Seeing me put down my fist, he kept grinning and asked mysteriously: "What did you say when I interrogated you?"

"Go take a bath."

I snorted angrily.

"What a coincidence!"

The soldier slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "We didn't even think about this, and our confessions can be consistent. What do you mean by that? We have a clear understanding!"

I shook my head and thought, do I still know what potential you have? When I just woke up, I knew in a flash that I could definitely fight the soldier by taking a bath. There couldn't be any other excuse in his mind.

It’s just that, if it were any other time, our unified approach would have been miraculous, but now that the situation is special, it’s basically useless.

I patted the soldier on the shoulder and said in a low mood: "Okay, go to sleep, we two brothers will feel better in the next two days!"

The smile on the soldier's face stopped and he had no intention of chatting anymore. He turned around and went back to his bed.

……

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned over the words of the old policeman.

A national treasure scholar has disappeared.

Is this scholar Professor Qin?

80% of the time it is.

When I think about it carefully, I don’t know Professor Qin that well. I know nothing about his position or which department he works in. I have only been to his home once and he has many award certificates.

Now it seems that Professor Qin is not as simple as I thought. The disappearance of a scholar can alert the troops, which in itself explains the problem. The public has far more clues and information than I imagined.

The only thing I am thankful for is that I burned the "blood letter" left by Brother Jun.

But what if I, a little person like a shrimp, got caught up in the stormy waves of the sea and destroyed the evidence? Trapped behind bars, my fate is still not up to me.

……

Thinking about it, I fell asleep without knowing it. I don’t know how long I slept, but I felt something strange in my sleep.

My neck feels itchy, as if someone is blowing on me.

But I was sleepy, so I didn’t think much about it. I just reached out and scratched my neck, turned over and continued to sleep.

Not long after, my neck started to itch again.

And this time I vaguely heard a strange sound.

"His, hiss, hoo..."

"His, hiss, hoo..."

"..."

The sound was very rhythmic. After three very short nasal inhalations, there was a long exhalation immediately after...

It feels like...

As if you were sniffing something particularly delicious, you would lean in and take a sniff, then close your eyes and take a long breath of enjoyment...

I gradually became more awake, and I felt extremely frightened when I thought about it carefully, and the hairs all over my body stood on end.

It would be great if there really was some delicious food that made people so intoxicated.

The key is, something is sniffing me like this, it’s creepy...

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