Ji Ruoxi sent her friends out. Uncle Yao's car was already parked in the yard waiting, and the big clock on the Bund rang nine o'clock.
"Your dad is so powerful. Mu Tian will definitely be acquitted this time!" Ouyang Hui seemed to be still immersed in excitement.
"What did he give those businessmen in exchange? Besides, we don't know what the trial will be like yet." Ji Ruoxi didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm, "It still depends on whether the concession can withstand the pressure from the Japanese. After all, they covet it.
The concession is no longer open to one day or two," she analyzed.
"Then we still need to organize solidarity?"
"Of course, you can't listen to my dad on this matter. He only thinks about business matters."
"Well, let's prepare separately according to today's division of labor."
"That's all I can do. Thank you for your hard work. I have to go to the court to observe, and may even appear in court to testify. Everything outside depends on you."
"It's okay. Many classmates are helping me. Just mind your own business."
The two hugged each other and patted each other.
"Then what should I do? You guys are helping my brother so much, I can't be idle." Hu Ti looked at the crowd and yelled.
Ouyang Hui glanced at Ji Ruoxi and said with a smile: "You should take care of yourself and nothing will happen to you, lest we come to rescue you again."
"Am I so useless?" Hu Ti was a little self-denial, but he didn't want others to think so of him.
"No. I'll pick you up before the trial starts, and we'll go and sit in together. Mu Tian will be very happy to see you. You can perform better in court." Ji Ruoxi consoled her.
"Really? But he must have suffered in the past two days."
One sentence made everyone feel sad.
"It's okay, Jiang Xinyi will take care of him." Ji Ruoxi took the lead to wake up and said, "Let's all go back. There are still many things to do tomorrow."
Everyone got in the car, and Ji Ruoxi asked Uncle Yao to send them all to where they were going.
The car drove out of Ji's mansion with Ji Ruoxi's wave.
Liu Qinghuai, who was hiding in the darkness at the gate, looked at the car driving away in front of him. Knowing that his legs could not run on four wheels, he stamped his feet and left in a hurry in frustration.
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The prison areas of Daqiao Prison are divided according to the importance of the prisoners. Area A is for important prisoners, such as important political prisoners, murderers with serious crimes, and prisoners with great social influence who have been sentenced to death and are ready to be hanged.
Prisoner.
This is just like the jade products in jewelry stores.
The guards here are all foreigners, and there are very few even Indians.
The guarding is very strict and nothing goes wrong.
The bell on the Bund made Peterson look up from the case file on the table. It was ten o'clock.
He looked out the dark window and thought for a while.
During today's outing, Cao Dehai almost harmed Mu Tian, which made him think of another way to save Mu Tian from prison. The Japanese infiltration made him feel a chill in his back.
Time waits for no one.
Riots, jailbreaks.
However, since the construction of Daqiao Prison, there has never been an escape incident.
Large-scale riots will definitely be brutally suppressed by prison guards.
Here is a SWAT team composed of former special forces from the All Nations Merchant Corps. You can't guarantee Mu Tian's safety. I'm afraid you won't be able to escape the involvement either, and you won't be able to escape unscathed.
Peterson still couldn't figure out all the details.
He closed the file and walked out of the office. Before going home, he wanted to visit Area A.
Although the prison in Area A is very tightly guarded, with a team of four prison guards patrolling with guns and live ammunition every half hour at night, the accommodation conditions in the cells are the best in the bridge.
There are flush toilets, toilet paper, and mattresses!
It’s just that the observation window is higher and smaller.
When Peterson arrived at the duty room in Area A, Guo Xingkai stood up and saluted. "Good evening, sir."
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Peterson looked at the Chinese people. Except for a few people hanging around, they all looked the same.
"Sir, third-class patrolman Guo Xingkai is on duty here."
"On duty? Where is Jiang Xinda? What did he do?" Peterson asked sharply, his suspicions aggravating.
"He, he had diarrhea and went to the latrine."
"Diarrhea? Are you sure you speak English?"
"No, no, it's not in English, it's in Chinese. It's just a bad stomach, loose stools, loose stools." Guo Xingkai said, rubbing his belly with one hand and making corresponding movements behind his buttocks with the other hand. Jiang Xinda did not tell him that the prison guard
Assistant Chief Peterson will come to inspect. It is purely an emergency and I am a bit caught off guard.
However, this on-the-spot performance is still remarkable.
Peterson heard something specious, frowned, waved his hand to stop him, "Open the door." He walked towards the prison.
Guo Xingkai wiped the sweat from his forehead, pressed five buttons in succession, and opened all the prison doors.
Peterson understood that what Guo Xingkai said about Jiang Xinda running away and having diarrhea was a lie, just like Charles, the warden, often went out to socialize with various families of prisoners and used the excuse of elevated blood pressure.
Unhealthy trends.
Peterson is actually a Welshman. His ancestors were the owners of large estates and a hereditary noble. He was originally a good person, but he united with the Northern Ireland people to fight against Charles II. In the end, he was not only deprived of his title, but also beheaded.
brain.
Peterson did not intend to compete with his father, let alone his ancestors, so he had always kept his family background secret, so naturally no one knew about it. However, he inherited the best qualities of the British aristocracy, including integrity, humility, integrity, and courage.
This is an excellent quality in any era, but coincidentally, it is pitifully rare and weak in any era.
Therefore, Peterson often prides himself on retaining these qualities to a limited extent.
He opened the flap of the small window on the door of cell a039.
Mu Tian was sleeping soundly with his back stretched out, one arm hanging down under the edge of the bed.
Peterson reached into his pocket, caressed the tin soldier and looked at it for a while, then pushed up the small window flap and left.
He took two steps and then came back, standing in front of door A040 opposite Mu Tian's cell. Then he opened the baffle of the small window on the door and caught a glimpse of Huang Zunqi meditating on the ground in front of the bed.
He shook his head. Since he came to work here, he has seen Huang Zunqi like this every time he inspects. He thinks this is the weirdest behavior among Chinese people, and there is no one like it.
He quietly left with his usual bewilderment and did not push up the shutter of the small window.
Did he hope that Huang Zunyi could see something?
The devil knows.
Mu Tian was not asleep, he was meditating silently when the bell rang.
For a whole day, he could predict the coming time accurately.
"one two three."
"when!"
It's half past ten.
It must have been around 10:30 that day, when he surrounded the drug lord and was knocked off the cliff and crossing.
No, it should be later.
A dazzling light flashed.
"Crack, click, click!"
He was falling. The senior sister cried out in despair, and the soon-to-be father-in-law looked extremely mocking.
He didn't see Yichen, but she was kidnapped by her father's men and returned to the capital. All that was left behind was her tenderness and charm.
The breeze blew the skirt of her skirt, and everything was blurred.
In the blur was Ji Ruoxi's face.
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It's time for the clock to ring again, eleven o'clock.
"one two three."
The bell rang on time, "dang dang dang", and the cell door opened.
Three black figures approached Mu Tian almost silently.