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Bang!

The heavy iron door closed behind him.

"Watch him! If something happens, no one like you can escape!" the jailer said coldly outside the railing.

"Don't worry, Mr. Sun, we will definitely take good care of him." A flattering voice came from the darkness inside.

The sound of footsteps came out of the corridor and gradually faded away.

After a long time, Zha Er was stunned for a while, and then he looked at the room.

The cell was not big, but there were twenty or thirty people crammed into it.

There was no light inside, let alone wax. There was only a window about two or three feet high from the wall. A little light shone in from the window, giving the cell a little light.

Cha Er's eyes gradually adapted to the light, and his gaze moved around the room.

Only then did Cha Er realize that except for the place where he was standing, everything was crowded with people, and there was no free space.

There was straw on the floor, a toilet in the corner, and a foul smell emanating from the room.

Leaning against the wall, several burly men occupied the most comfortable position in the cell. Several of them stared at Cha Er unkindly.

But looking at Cha Er's body shackled, several people looked at each other and did not speak immediately.

Although Zha Er has been in the world for a long time and has heard about the rules in the cell, when he finally arrived here, his head was filled with confusion and his eyes looked at the people in the room uneasily.

There was no cruelty or malice in Zha Er's eyes, just fear and despair.

Several people by the wall looked at each other for a few times, and finally the burliest one among them said: "What is the name of this good man? Why did he come in? To kill or to prevent fire?"

When the burly man asked questions, several people looked at Cha Er.

"Brother Cha Er, it's because of smuggling." Although Cha Er looked panicked, he still clasped his fists with his hands, arched forward, and said loudly in compliance with the rules of the world.

Several people looked at each other, and one of the older ones shook his head and said, "Smuggling? When did it become such a big crime?"

"Boss or buddy?" the burly man asked again.

"Man...man." Cha Er replied.

"Who is the boss?" This time the person asking the question was older.

"Monk Kong Er."

"Monk Kong Er?" The burly man looked much more excited, and the older one asked again: "Is it his business or yours?"

The burly man was reminded and said quickly: "Yes, is it his business or yours?"

"Me, my business." Zha Er said.

"What's your business? Is it really your business?" the burly man asked in shock.

"It's really my business." Zha Er sighed.

The older man smiled and nodded and said: "Boss, there must be a tooth ceremony tonight! Monk Kong Er's brother has come in, why can't he send a banquet to express his condolences!"

"There is not enough for one table, at least half a month...a month!" said the burly man with a smile on his face.

"Why don't you help Mr. Zha over here quickly?" the burly man said loudly, and several prisoners quickly got up and helped Mr. Zha to the wall.

"Pour the bowl of water, pour the bowl of water!" the big man ordered repeatedly.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Zha Er said flattered.

In the evening, meals are served, including pickled steamed buns and pickles, and a thin soup in which people can be seen.

The burly men made an exception and did not fight. They sat calmly by the wall, waiting for the "big meal" that was about to come.

This was an advantage to the other prisoners in the cell, and the food they were given was more than double the usual amount.

Willow branches on the moon.

The food hasn't come yet.

The moon is halfway up.

Still no banquet arrived.

The burly man's stomach was rumbling with intestinal rumblings, and the eyes he looked at Zha Er gradually became unkind and a little malicious.

"Monk Kong Er is not authentic!" the older man said suddenly.

"That's right! Damn, they worked hard for him, but they didn't even want to part with a table of food and wine!" Another person said.

The burly man stared at Zha Er coldly, and Zha Er was startled.

"The surname is Cha! Are you just pretending to be a brand name? In fact, it has nothing to do with Monk Kong Er? Otherwise, Monk Kong Er is making a lot of money every day, so why would he still care about these small coins?!" the burly man asked coldly.

"I'm really Er Ye's buddy, really!" Zha Er said quickly.

The burly man was about to speak again when he suddenly heard a knock on the door in the distance in the corridor. He quickly shut up and sat up straight. The others also quickly sat up straight, and behaved as politely as they could.

As the footsteps gradually walked in, a black shadow slowly refracted over, getting longer and longer, and finally a jailer stood outside the iron gate and stopped.

"Check 2, transfer number!" the jailer outside the door said coldly.

"Change number?" Zha Er was stunned, not understanding what was going on.

The burly man's face was full of remorse, and the older man also sighed and said: "Hey! I still expected to have a good meal for a few days, but who knew that Monk Kong Er had spent a lot of money!"

"That's so interesting!" Another person muttered in a low voice.

Zha Er was even more confused and looked at the burly man for help.

"You've got it right! You've made a rich friend, Mr. Kong! A small room, a single room! It costs hundreds of dollars a month! It's very comfortable inside! Except that you can't go out, everything else is the same as outside!" The big man said jealously.

Cha Er's face was filled with joy and he thought in his heart, Monk Kong Er really lived up to me! I guess it was difficult to take care of me in front of so many people before.

What's going on now? As soon as I came in, before spending the night, I was given a single room!
"Hurry up! What are you doing?" The jailer outside said coldly.

Zha Er agreed repeatedly, stood up with difficulty, and walked slowly towards the cell door.

Zha Er followed the jailer, holding the shackles in both hands, staggering through the corridor and turning into another alley. Not far away, the jailer opened a door and let Zha Er in.

Sure enough, this cell looks much more impressive. It has a bed, a table and chairs and other furniture, which is quite luxurious.

But Cha Er discovered that besides the furniture, there were actually four people inside.

Didn’t we agree on a single room? Why are you crowded with others again?
Is it because the money given is not enough?

Zha Er was confused and was pushed in by the jailer before he could ask.

"Be quiet, I'll collect them tomorrow morning." After the jailer finished speaking, he closed the iron door with a clang.

The five of them could make do by squeezing together. After all, it was vastly different from the house just now. When people are in trouble, what else is there to choose from? When Cha Er thought of this, he sighed slightly.

The four people waited until the footsteps outside became farther and farther, then slowly stood up and surrounded Zha Er from four directions.

After all, Zha Er is an old man in the world. He has heard too many stories about gangsters taking advantage of gangsters, and there is nothing he still doesn’t understand at this moment!
In the flash of lightning, Zha Er wanted to step back and lean against the wall, but he was shackled and beaten to pieces. He was already 95% of what he was supposed to do. As soon as he moved, he was squeezed in by four people. "Several heroes, we have no grievances in the past and no enmity in the near future..."

As soon as Zha Er said something, a chill hit his throat.
A sharp, almost transparent, cone-shaped weapon was pressed against Zha Er's throat, making him very uncomfortable when speaking. He had to close his mouth and look at the person in front of him with a face full of pleading.

Four people squeezed Zha Er in the middle. Zha Er could not move, and his body was dragged by shackles weighing dozens of kilograms. Even if he wanted to make a violent revolt, he was unable to move.

"Second Master Kong asked me to bring you a message." A voice sounded sinisterly.

"Monk Kong Er!" Zha Er was stunned.

"Master Kong wishes you a safe journey. He has taken care of your wife and children for you! Just go in peace!" The man's voice was hoarse, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

"Monk Kong Er, I'm going to fuck your grandma!" Zha Er shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Then go down, his grandma is also down there, you two can discuss it yourself, maybe you can get what you want!" The hoarse voice actually said with a smile.

Wow!

There was a sound of opening the door from outside, and several people were stunned. The footsteps were very fast, and soon they arrived in front of the door. There was another clatter, and the small window on the iron door opened.

Qiao Wude poked his head in front of the window and saw the cold light. His expression suddenly changed and he shouted loudly: "What are you doing! What are you doing!"

The hoarse voice was not afraid at all. He sneered and said, "What can you do here? Isn't this nonsense!"

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!" Qiao Wude shouted at the guard.

"Fifth brother..."

"I asked you to open the door!" Qiao Wude shouted loudly.

"Open the door, open the door now." The jailer murmured as he opened the door. Although his voice was not loud, the martial arts practitioner of Cha Er had sensitive six senses and could hear clearly.

"Isn't this superfluous!"

Cha Er's face became extremely ugly. It seemed that Monk Kong Er had spent a lot of money on how to deal with himself!
Think about it, if you kill yourself, you can get rid of it once and for all! With the protection of Deputy Director Zhang, the case has become a solid case and will never be reversed again!

What a poisonous heart!

However, since Qiao Wude saw this guy holding a murder weapon, the police must not dare to ignore it...

Thinking of this, Zha Er turned around and looked over, and was stunned. He saw the man with the hoarse voice eating the "murder weapon" and making a popping sound from his mouth.

Zha Er immediately understood that this gleaming awl was actually made of ice!
Kill yourself and the murder weapon will naturally disappear without a trace! Without the murder weapon, where would the murderer come from? They can make it up no matter what, but there will be no proof anyway!

This is too cruel! It’s really no use at all.

Opening the door, Qiao Wude strode in. The four people had already backed away, staring at Qiao Wude with disdain, as if they were looking at fools.

"What are you doing?" Qiao Wude said coldly.

"What can you do here? Play, of course. Just kidding this friend!"

"What you were holding in your hand just now was so gleaming with cold light, why is it missing?" Qiao Wude asked coldly.

"Are you dazzled! Is there anything shining with cold light? I was just eating popsicles to quell the fire!"

Qiao Wude turned around and asked the jailer loudly: "Old Ding, did you see it?"

"What did you see?" Jailer Lao Ding asked.

"The man just now had a murderous weapon in his hand! The cold light was shining, and it was pressed against Cha Er's neck!" Qiao Wude said.

"I didn't see it," said the jailer Lao Ding.

"How could you not see it! Such an old man..." Qiao Wude gestured with his hands and said.

"Old Qiao, it's not like you don't know that my eyes can't be seen even if they say they can't see. Otherwise, why would they call me Ding half-blind!" Old Ding said with a blushing face.

"Ding is half blind? Why haven't I heard that?" Qiao Wude said unhappily.

The chill in Zha Er's heart felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, so cold that he seemed to be shaking.

"Does this police officer want a bribe? Why did he accuse us so unjustly?" said the hoarse voice coldly, like a broken gong, which was very annoying.

Old Ding acted as if nothing was wrong, and Qiao Wude seemed to understand all of a sudden. He turned to look at Old Ding and said, "Change Cha Er!"

"That can't happen! Without the director, I can't make the decision on such a big matter as changing the title!" Lao Ding said impatiently, looking at Qiao Wude with a bit of disgust.

Just as Qiao Wude was about to speak, Old Ding said impatiently: "Old Qiao, what's the matter with you today? We didn't stop you from coming to see Cha Er, right? This is all about face, don't break the rules. , everyone’s faces will not look good by then!”

Qiao Wude was indifferent and sighed and said: "Old Ding, we are all working from below, so don't get angry. Do me a favor and find a spare room for me. Cha Er and I will have a few words alone."

Old Ding's face was full of reluctance, so Qiao Wude quickly came over and put his hand into Old Ding's pocket.

"A few words will count as merit." Qiao Wude begged in a low voice.

"Ten minutes?" Old Ding touched his pocket and said.

"No! What can you do in ten minutes? Half an hour!" Qiao Wude said.

"Twenty minutes." After speaking, Old Ding turned around and said as he walked: "Follow me!"

duty room.

Qiao Wude lit a cigarette for Zha Er and stuffed it into Zha Er's mouth.

Cha Er smoked silently, seeming to be thinking about something.

"This is a letter from your wife!" Qiao Wude handed a folded note to Zha Er and said, "Thanks to this letter, if I hadn't come to deliver this letter, I wouldn't have come tonight! If you don’t come over…”

When Qiao Wude said this, he sighed and stopped talking.

Cha Er took the note tremblingly, glanced at Qiao Wude and said, "My wife is illiterate."

"I can read! Your wife dictates and I write." Qiao Wude said.

Zhaer opened the note tremblingly, without even glancing at it. His hands were shaking so fast that he could hardly hold the note.

"Qian, your wife hasn't seen a penny!" Qiao Wude shook his head and said.

"You are not even a grave outside, but you are like a mountain at home! Without you, your family's sky will collapse!"

"If you have anything to say, if you have any reliable friends that you can entrust to me, or if there are any things that the mother and son can exchange for money, please tell me. If you can't help me with anything else, it's okay to drop by and bring something."

"I guess they won't let you see the sun tomorrow..."

Qiao Wude muttered, and suddenly Zha Er grabbed him. Qiao Wude was startled and quickly retreated.

But Chashu's grip was too tight and Qiao Wude couldn't break free.

"Monk Kong Er! These fucking things were all done by Monk Kong Er!" Cha Er shouted eagerly, his voice was like a ghost, extremely shrill.

"Is it still useful for you to say this now?" Qiao Wude said with a wry smile.

"I have evidence! I have records of every transaction made by Monk Kong Er. It's in our house..." Cha Er lowered his voice with eyes full of resentment. (End of chapter)