In the cramped and tense atmosphere, several people in the room were in a complete stalemate.

Jiang Hao still refused to admit it. After nearly 12 hours, the police had no choice but to give up the interrogation and temporarily detained him in the detention room.

"Since you don't say anything, just stay here."

With a click, the lock on the door was locked, a layer of straw was spread on the bed made of cement, and a few rays of sunlight reflected on the iron window, like a glimmer of hope in a cage of despair.

Jiang Hao was pushed in and watched helplessly as the police walked away.

Li Changsheng held a cigarette in his mouth, looked back at the detention room, and left the police station with quick strides.

In Xiaobei Village, it was different from the silence of the past. People gathered around the tea house and made a lot of noise.

Zhang Wu was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, and people were sitting around. Lao Yu was smoking a cigarette in his mouth, and the wrinkles on his dark face were twisted into a ball.

Several people below were whispering about something, but no one dared to speak first to break the deadlock.

In the days when Jiang Hao was away, the tea-picking team was almost at a standstill. Although it could barely be arranged, people in the village were talking about whether they could get into the yamen and Jiang Hao was involved in the bureau. This kind of thing was no less than world-class news in the village.

Lao Yu couldn't bear the strange quiet atmosphere, and just as he was about to speak, a panicked voice came from the door.

"It's not good, it's not good."

Lao Yu's son half-crouched and breathed heavily.

"Tell me quickly, how is Xiao Hao?"

Zhang Wu threw away the cigarette butt with one hand and didn't care to stamp it out. He grabbed Yu Tian and asked nervously.

Yu Tian rubbed his chest, gasped for air, shook his head, frowned and said: "He, he, was, was imprisoned..."

Hiss! Lao Yu didn't pay attention. The cigarette butt in his hand burned his fingers until he realized it and screamed in pain.

The crutches in Zhang Wu's hands fell to the ground, and his expression became more complicated. He glanced at Lao Yu and patted the back of his hand in confusion.

Lao Yu patted the corner of the table, thinking about lighting a cigarette again, and took out a match and struck it a few times. I don't know if he was too impatient, but the match could not strike no matter how hard he struck it, and there was no spark at all.

Hey, it's really sluggish.

Lao Yu threw away the match head angrily, feeling unlucky. These incidents happened one after another and never stopped.

"Let's go to the Public Security Bureau and get this person out."

Zhang Wu thought for a moment, thinking that Jiang Hao must have been persecuted by Li Changsheng. It was outrageous that Li Changsheng could beat a mandarin duck with a stick and frame someone in the police station.

The people sitting around stood up and picked up things one after another. The guys next to them copied everything they could.

Lao Yu also took off his clothes, looking like he was going to fight.

Seeing that a group of people were about to run outside, Yu Tian reached out to stop them and shook his head vigorously at Zhang Wu.

"Xiaotian, what are you doing? Get out of the way."

Lao Yu rubbed his hands, spat aside, and said to his son angrily.

Zhang Wu and Lao Yu were completely puzzled by Yu Tian's obstruction. Seeing that the others were getting ready to attack, they wanted to step forward and push him away. Zhang Wu saw Xiao Li running towards them in a hurry from the corner of his eye.

When Xiao Li walked up to him, he saw that the waistband of his trousers had fallen to one side and the heels of his shoes were pulled up, looking careless and nervous.
Chapter completed!