Zhan Jingyi sat on the hard wooden bed in the prison and looked at everything in the prison.
The depressing and thick gray cement walls and rough stone floors are full of coldness and severity. There is only a small window the size of a basketball on the back wall of each cell.
The air in the prison was filled with a complex smell, exuding a dark, damp, and musty smell. This smell lingered in the nose, giving people the urge to escape from this place.
“Except for the place not being very clean, everything else is pretty good...”
After looking around, Zhan Jingyi smiled and said to Mo Wenti behind the railing.
Mo Wenti just heard from his friend that in order to see him and understand the whole incident, Zhan Jingyi actually beat up the manager Liu of the company who framed him.
Although he was very happy to hear this, he felt a little sorry that his friend was in jail because of him.
Seeing the anxiety on his friend's face, Zhan Jingyi smiled and comforted him, saying, "Wen Ti, don't worry too much. I came in here because I was afraid that someone would come in to deal with you. If this batch of goods is as important as you said, then these A person’s ultimate goal may not only be to put you in jail, but more likely to take your life.”
Having said this, Zhan Jingyi glanced at his friend. Seeing his surprised look, Zhan Jingyi smiled and said, "But since I'm here, you don't need to worry."
"In addition, if nothing happens tonight, I will go out tomorrow and help you go to Tianxiang Warehouse to find the relevant person in charge to complain. I believe you in this matter. I will help you seek justice for this matter. By the way, the person in charge of Tianxiang Warehouse what is it call?"
"The surname is Zhou. Everyone respectfully calls him Mr. Zhou. I heard he is an old man of great status."
After hearing what his friend said, Mo Wenti thought that his friend was comforting him and was bragging a lot, but he was very grateful that his friend could help him do this.
If you have a close friend in life, what else can you ask for?
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Zhan Jingyi leaned his back against the cold wall, thinking about the whole thing. Since there was no way to contact Ai Li and Xiao Le at this time, he would get used to analyzing the whole thing by himself.
If I guessed correctly, something would definitely happen here tonight. If I didn't wait here all night, I would be very angry.
To be honest, this friend of mine is a good person, and a good person who works hard, doesn't cause trouble, and doesn't break the law. But this time he was so wronged. If he hadn't happened to come here, he might have been wronged. die.
Just thinking about it this way, Zhan Jingyi felt that those people were too hateful. If they didn't give an explanation, he wouldn't mind talking to these people one by one in person.
As for just chatting or doing something else..., that depends on the attitude of these people in pleading guilty.
As he thought about it, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhan Jingyi's mouth, and his body even trembled slightly with excitement.
Think about it, this scene seems so pleasant!
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"Hey, that silly boy..."
Just as Zhan Jingyi was being honest, sitting on the bare wooden bed, thinking about what he should do next, and looking forward to his dinner.
In cell No. 1 next door, a man's call suddenly sounded, as if he was calling him.
Zhan Jingyi looked up and saw a strong-looking man with a shaved head and tattoos on both arms, standing on the railing between cells one and two.
He pounded the railing with his hand and shouted to Zhan Jingyi: "Boy, you have a lot of fucking face. When you enter the station, there are people serving you. Come on, it's a long night, let me tell you something from Mr. Long." , you fucking pretty boy, how did you get here?"
This person was obviously a member of a gang, and he seemed to be provoking trouble. Zhan Jingyi glanced at them and lowered his head. He didn't want to pick a fight with this kind of person right now.
Although he is imprisoned here, he is essentially different from these gang members. After all, he is a good person.
"Damn it, what about you...are you deaf?"
Seeing that Zhan Jingyi had heard it but ignored him, the gang member who called himself Long Ye was a little angry. He beat the railing until it made a banging sound and shouted at Zhan Jingyi: "You are still pretending to be a good person in this place? Be careful, Long. I’ll go over and kill you!”
Zhan Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief, stared at the man over there who called himself Master Long, and said, "Don't mess with me. Even I am scared when I am fierce."
"Snapped"
Suddenly a shoe was thrown over, Zhan Jingyi dodged in time, the shoe fell from in front of him and was thrown on the ground on the other side.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
There was a burst of laughter in Cell No. 1, and the gang members imprisoned inside all laughed excitedly, as if seeing this scene was interesting.
The honest-looking people in Prison No. 3 in the distance also looked at Zhan Jingyi silently, with sympathetic looks in their eyes that meant you were in trouble.
Zhan Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and said to himself: "I told you, even I am afraid of me when I am fierce, why do you still have to provoke me?"
Mo Wenti, who was in Cell No. 3, saw Zhan Jingyi stand up and shouted quickly: "Xiao Zhan, those are gang members. There is no need to get angry with them. They can't get through anyway."
Seeing Zhan Jingyi stand up and seem to want to come over, the person in cell No. 1 became even more excited and shouted louder: "What's wrong? Are you not convinced?"
"Come on, come on, I'll teach you the rules... I'll ask you to write a word of "obedience" to Master Long."
The man named Long Ye shouted especially loudly, and the railings made a "clang clang..." sound.
Zhan Jingyi looked at Mr. Long calmly and murmured to himself: "It's okay. If he can't get over, then I'll go over. Since he's not convinced, and I specialize in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction, I'll go over and show him."
Amidst the roar of laughter from the gangsters in Prison No. 1, Zhan Jingyi stood up and walked towards them. Facing the group of crazy smiling faces that were getting closer and closer, he also showed a happy smile.
When he came to the railing, he touched the railings with his hands. The railings between the two prisons were made of thick, dark iron railings. Each railing was as thick as a child's arm, and there was only a gap in the middle of each railing. It was about the size of a fist, barely able to reach through an arm, but it would definitely be impossible to pass through someone.
Zhan Jingyi looked at Mr. Long not far away and smiled. He held the two railings with both hands and pulled them to both sides. The two railings were bent and deformed, leaving a gap in the middle for a minor. People passed.
Then, Zhan Jingyi dwarfed and tightened his body strangely. His bones seemed to have turned into plasticine and could be bent and deformed at will. He passed directly through the railing and arrived in front of Master Long in Prison No. 1.
Standing in front of Mr. Long, looking at the faces whose smiles gradually disappeared and their eyes gradually turned weird and frightened, he showed a very gentle smile.
"Master Long, right? What do you want from me?"
"I've already said that I'm afraid when I'm fierce, why do you still throw my shoes?"
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When the police officer who had ordered dinner for Zhan Jingyi came in with a box of lunch with chicken legs, he opened the iron door of the corridor and saw Zhan Jingyi in Cell No. 1, holding a shaved head and something on his body. Tattooed gangsters fight there.
And there was a circle of people around them. Everyone was pressed against the wall. Everyone had a bruised nose, swollen face, and several black eye circles. Some even had their pants dropped and their hands were wet. Covering his crotch.
Looking at these people who usually want to make a fuss when something happens, at this moment, each one is more well-behaved than the other, and there is not even one shouting "come on".
The police officer was taken aback, blew his whistle in a hurry, slapped the railing hard, and shouted: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"How do you hit someone? Get up quickly..."
"No, how did you come here?"
Seeing the police officer coming in, Zhan Jingyi stood up from the gang member, pulled up his pants, twisted his body, and slipped through the railing back into Cell No. 2.
After crawling over, he also pulled the two railings apart just now, and they returned to their original state with a "squeak" sound.
"You can't blame me."
Zhan Jingyi looked at the police officer and defended with an innocent face: "I was just sitting here chatting with my friends. This man kept scolding me. I tried to persuade him not to mess with me, but I didn't expect that not only did he not listen to the advice, he scolded me." He kept getting up and even took off his shoes to hit me. As a good citizen, of course I had to go over and teach him how to behave."
The police officer just saw how he crossed from Cell No. 1 back to Cell No. 2. He also looked at the railings that were thicker than a child's arm and the fist-sized gap between the railings. He shivered when he remembered the scene in the police car before. one time.
After a while, he reluctantly said: "Okay..."
As he spoke, he looked worriedly at the gangsters lying on the ground in Cell No. 1, pretending to be dead. He patted the railings and shouted, "Are you dead? Get up and be honest."
Seeing that the gang member on the ground was still pretending to be dead, Zhan Jingyi sighed, made as if he was about to get up, and said, "It seems that the beating was too light. How dare you pretend to be dead?"
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Long jumped up from the ground with a "pop" sound. He quickly nodded and bowed to greet Zhan Jingyi, and quickly stood next to the group of inmates standing against the wall.
"All right……"
Seeing the fierce appearance of the dragon master, the police officer felt relieved, handed the lunch box in, and said to Jing Yi: "Don't cause trouble anymore. If anything happens, just call the guard."
"Oh, okay, got it."
Zhan Jingyi nodded honestly, sat back on the wooden bed with his lunch box, and began to enjoy his dinner.
The smell of box lunch mixed with the aroma of chicken drumsticks immediately filled the entire detention center.
The inmates who had already eaten dinner were stimulated by the aroma, and the sounds of swallowing could be heard from time to time.
