Chapter 8 Waiting for summons

Author: The bear skimming the treetops

Chapter 8 Waiting for summons

With a bang, the cell door was opened.

The man in military uniform stepped aside, and a bearded man wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt appeared in front of Fang Jin.

"Are you Fang now?" the bearded man asked expressionlessly.

Fang now nodded quickly and took a step back.

He knew very well that he was probably going to have to go to court next.

Time was too tight, and I racked my brains and couldn't find any clues that could exonerate me. It would be nice if that slap wasn't so cruel. At least I could have more time to think.

Just now he shouted to see Section Chief Zhou, but no one paid attention, which made him feel desperate and helpless. However, now that someone came to interrogate him, he became uneasy.

There are various signs that this is not a police station prison, but a more eerie and terrifying place.

Thinking about the possibility of being taken into the torture room, where there was a tiger bench, pepper water, and many unnamed torture instruments, Fang suddenly felt shuddering.

He sighed secretly, what should come will eventually come, and some things will not change because of his personal wishes.

There is still time, so as long as it’s not until the last moment, don’t give up!

What I need to do now is to clarify my ideas so that I can be more convincing when I present them later.

"This is the man, you can take him away!" The man in military uniform looked lazily, as if he hadn't woken up.

If it were in Fang's original era, he would have labeled this person a greasy uncle without hesitation.

"Lao Yan, leave it to us, thank you for your hard work!" the bearded man said to the man in military uniform.

"We're all brothers, don't you think you're a stranger when you say these things?" Lao Yan said with a smile, "I heard that this young man is still a policeman, how come he has something to do with that... Oh, look at my mouth!

Shouldn't ask, shouldn't ask..."

He slapped himself gently, with a deep smile on his face.

"Okay, I won't chat with you today. Let's get rid of his broken pieces first. The superiors are still waiting!" The bearded eyes glanced at Lao Yan's face, and his tone was a little perfunctory.

"Okay, let's drink together another day!"

Fang now noticed that Lao Yan's hand holding the handcuff key was trembling all the time, probably because of his long-term drinking.

"It's better to drink less." The bearded man thought Lao Yan was too slow, so he grabbed the key and quickly opened the handcuffs and shackles.

Without the restraints of handcuffs and shackles, Fang felt much lighter now. He looked at the two people, secretly guessing their identities, and trying to get some information about how to deal with himself from the conversation between the two.

Lao Yan is only less than 1.65 meters tall and has a somewhat stout figure. His military uniform is wrinkled on his body, and the badge on his left chest is dirty and so oily that the writing on it cannot be seen at all.

Even Fang Jin, an outsider, could see Bearded's contemptuous attitude towards Lao Yan, but Lao Yan didn't take it seriously at all and still smiled at him. At first glance, he was an old man who could endure his temper.

The bearded man was now shirtless and in a daze. With a cold face, he asked him to put on his clothes and muttered: "Put on your clothes! Are you the only one who graduated from the Zhejiang police force?"

A sentence that sounded sarcastic, but Fang now captured the message behind the words.

"Sir, are you also a graduate of the Zhejiang Police Department?" Fang Xin asked tentatively.

In the officialdom, don't wait for others to get to know you, take the initiative to contact leaders. This is the only way to build closer relationships.

The surprised expression on the bearded face flashed away. Although he didn't answer, Fang now already had the answer in his heart.

At this time, Lao Yan said with a smile: "It's been too hot these days, and I'm sweating all over in a while." He took out a dirty handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead, "Oh, now the graduates of Zhejiang Police are all covered in sweat."

It’s not as good as the same one, hehe, but then again, how can anyone be as good as you, Captain Wang?”

The man with a beard didn't bother to say anything and urged Fang to follow him quickly now.

It turns out that this senior fellow's surname is Wang, and Fang is now walking out along the corridor behind Bearded Man. On both sides are rows of identical cells. The generals are locked, the iron doors are tightly locked, and groans can be heard one after another.

But he didn't care to look left or right, his brain was still nervously thinking about clues that could save his life.

An iron door in front suddenly opened, and two strong men, shirtless and wearing military trousers, dragged a bloody man over.

Fang now couldn't help but frown, covered his nose with his sleeves and asked, "Sir, what on earth is this place?"

This sentence sounded like he was asking Beard, but more like he was asking himself.

He vaguely had an answer in his heart, but he didn't want the answer to be true.

He didn't dare to think about it. What if the facts were really what he thought?

The bearded man looked back at Fang Xin's expression and knew that he was not used to the atmosphere here. He sneered and said, "Didn't the teachers at the police academy tell you not to ask questions that you shouldn't ask?

Looking at Fang's panicked expression, the bearded expression softened slightly and warned: "I would like to advise you, if you want to survive in this place, there is only one way, and that is... to tell the truth!"

The last three words emphasize the tone.

This senior brother looks fierce on the surface, but he must be a warm-hearted person, and now he is apologizing and thanking him.

While he was talking, a man came from across the corridor and started whispering to the bearded man.

The bearded man muttered in surprise: "Aren't you going to the torture chamber?"

Fang Jin's ears had always been pricked, so he listened to these words word for word, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he didn't have to experience the tiger bench and pepper water for the time being.

At this time, he saw the beard looking at him again, his eyes seemed to say "You are lucky, boy"!

The two of them walked towards the large iron gate of the corridor. Several guards were all wearing military uniforms. Although they were a little lazy, they were obviously much sharper than the old Yan just now. One of them saw a beard and took out his hand from a distance.

The key opened the door with a very respectful attitude.

Fang now knew that although this senior fellow student at the same school was not enough to decide his fate, he still had to hold on to him.

Walking out of the big rusty iron gate, my eyes were dry and sore from the scorching sun.

There was no one in the yard under the scorching sun, and Fang now felt that the answer in his heart was about to come out.

There had been waves in his heart for a long time, but he still had to maintain some excessive restraint on the surface. He was not familiar with everything here yet, so he had to slowly observe and understand, and make some mistakes that a newcomer should make.

mistake.

For example, the two sentences I took the liberty to ask about the bearded man just now.

Although the most promising majors for Zhejiang police officers are management and criminal investigation, the major with the highest academic qualifications and knowledge is the foreign affairs major. He went to high school before the police academy. If he does not show the sourness of an "intellectual youth", how can he prove that he is an "intellectual youth"?

One session is not as good as one session”?

Fang now knows that his performance along the way will naturally be noticed by Senior Brother Bearded Beard, and then reported to the person who can decide his life.

The next step is to concentrate on saving yourself.

Along the way, Fang was now soaked with sweat. He endured the intense heat and the dryness of his throat, always lowering his head and staring blankly at his bearded lower back. He looked lost, like a walking corpse.

Finally, he walked through a long corridor and entered a three-story white building. He was taken directly to a meeting room on the second floor.
Chapter completed!