Late Night Bookstore

How deep has his misunderstanding on the police uncle accumulated? Boss Zhou does not have this consciousness, and he does not have any anti-reconnaissance skill awareness. After entering the detention center, I have entered twice in my life. The last time was when I had just borrowed a corpse to resurrect my soul.

I remember talking to the guy next to me that the woman's looks were good, how...

When the police took Dr. Lin to the front of Zhou Ze and said that your daughter-in-law came to lead you,

Zhou Ze is straightforward.

I sat down on the countertop and it was a little cold underneath, but Zhou Ze was not afraid of cold. At this time Zhou Ze noticed that it seemed that only Lao Tao and himself were locked together, and Lao Xu was not held here.

This is really a disaster without accident, the cause and the process have a comic effect that makes people cry and laugh.

At this time, the door of the detention center was opened, and two policemen pushed in the dining car. The detainees inside each had a lunch box and a bottle of mineral water.

The quality of the lunch box is not bad, two meat and two vegetarians, the police uncle also asked whether the food is enough, there is not enough white rice to add here.

Lao Tao specially asked for two lunches and sat there enjoying themselves.

Zhou Ze opened the lunch box, picked up the chopsticks, and fiddled with the meat pieces a few times.

The thing made by Bi Anhua hasn't been made yet, and the plum juice has nothing to bring. In this case, it's really a bit difficult for him to let Zhou Ze eat.

The police on one side noticed this scene, looking a little unhappy: "So picky?"

Zhou Ze glanced back at him without saying anything, put down the chopsticks, opened the mineral water, and took a few sips.

In the afternoon, it passed so plainly. The old man wanted to talk to the boss, afraid that the boss was bored, but seeing the boss has no interest in chatting, he simply leaned on the railing and began to snore.

With the old life experience, entering the detention center is just like returning to your own home. It is so familiar that you can no longer be familiar with it. You can eat, drink and sleep in it.

The elder brother here speaks nicely, he likes it very much.

Boss Zhou was sitting against the wall, dazed, not depressed, and even hesitant. He simply changed the sofa in the bookstore to a different salted fish experience.

But no matter how salted the fish is, at night, boss Zhou can't sit still anymore. He has been working regularly during this day and night. He should sleep at this point, but there is no white warbler or a freezer beside him. Can't sleep.

The two policemen in the distance have changed shifts, and the two new policemen are constantly patrolling one and sitting there as if reading something.

The old man was still sleeping there, and seemed to sleep better than at home.

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of the Count of Monte Cristo. I remember that the Count of Monte Cristo seemed to be released from prison by digging tunnels. Although he didn't have any tools around him, he seemed to be able to dig his nails?

But instead of digging the tunnel, it is better to pry the lock directly with your nails?

Then the two policemen seemed to be able to...

Can your armor be bulletproof?

When boss Zhou is thinking empty,

Suddenly, there was the sound of "Wla La La...... La La La............".

This sound is like the sound of an iron chain dragging on the ground, a little crisp and a little dull.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. Was he still shackled this year?

It should not be.

Looking at the location of the door, no one was escorted in, but the sound of "Wah La La" has been endless and getting closer and closer.

The two policemen, including other inmates, did not respond at all.

Zhou Ze opened his mouth and yawned. He understood that this voice may only be heard by himself.

What only the voice that I can hear represents, in fact, there is no need to say more.

But Zhou Ze is a little strange that such a place as a police station can actually have that kind of thing?

The political book in the middle school clearly states that the police is a national violent institution endowed with armed laws by the state laws, is a state machine, and does not commit crimes.

This is also the reason why Zhou Ze is unwilling to start a conflict and is willing to be hurriedly to investigate the situation. First, he is not willing to ruin his previous bookstore life. Second, it is very unwise to have a direct conflict with the police. , Even if he is a ghost.

As a result, Zhou Ze felt a bit surprised by the fact that there were also dirty things here.

"Wow la la............ la la la............"

The sound is far and near, but there has never been a real appearance. Zhou Ze feels like a first brother who bought a ticket into a striptease, waiting anxiously for the actors performing on stage to quickly take off the two most important clothes. .

But it just makes your heart itch, so you just rub it outside, that is, you don’t put you in and deliberately scratch your heart.

Boss Zhou was really a little impulsive at this moment and directly broke the lock and pushed open the door to look over the aisle, to see which powerless person could do things here.

A policeman came over and looked at Zhou Ze with both hands holding the railing to the exit position, and sighed, saying:

"Frankly lenient, resist rigour, and explain everything that should be accounted for, and then you can go out, at least beg for peace of mind?"

Zhou Ze ignored him at all and continued to look at the exit.

"Hey, talk to you, you are not too old, about the same age as my son."

"........." Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze turned back this time and looked at the police uncle.

"Brother, you really are not suitable for political education."

"Hey, it's okay, let's talk casually."

The police actually sat directly on the floor, sitting with Zhou Ze across the railing, like a posture to promote a long conversation.

But Boss Zhou’s attention was basically attracted by the sound of the chain on the side of the aisle, and he didn’t even want to entertain him at this time.

Moreover, this uncle was very honest, and Zhou Ze noticed him at first glance when he changed shifts. He carried a strong sense of integrity, especially the national emblem on his police hat, which seemed to really shine in Zhou Ze's eyes. same.

Will this kind of police be reduced to guarding?

Zhou Ze didn't naively think that any randomly chosen guard in the police station was a hidden sweeper.

"Hey, be with you. I have heard about your business. I know that you are married and you have your own family, so we did not inform your wife about this matter;

You may also be deceived. In fact, many of you, the drugmakers, are tools under the organization D. There is really no need to give them a thunder, as long as you can tell the clues you know originally Come out, you have the opportunity to redeem the merits. "

Zhou Ze waved his hands impatiently,

"You are really mistaken. I didn't make drugs, let alone touch this thing. It's just a small misunderstanding. I just want to buy a simple device to make orange crystal water for myself."

"Don't resist so much, don't rush to deny it, you can calm down and think about it." The uncle is still following the instructions.

Possibly, in his view, Zhou Ze is not very young and his resume is very simple. It should be a good breakthrough.

But he couldn’t know that boss Zhou was the one who had died once, let’s not say that he didn’t do that kind of shit, even if he did it, how could boss Zhou’s mindset be so easily broken by you in a few words? ?

"You think about it. We have noticed you this time. The evidence will be found sooner or later. If you don’t know, unless you don’t know what you are doing, raise your head three feet and have a god, right?

Besides, you know the dangers of D-class to people, when you do so many lack of virtue, you are not afraid of going to hell? "

"........." Zhou Ze.

"Let's just talk casually, anyway, it's not interrogation, there will be no recordings, I can speak more conveniently." The police coughed.

"Tell you the truth." Zhou Ze said helplessly.

"You said, I'm listening." The policeman quietly gestured for the attention of colleagues watching over there, and he was listening.

"This is really just a misunderstanding. You checked my resume. You should know that my wife's family is very rich. Also, the employee named Xu in my bookstore has also caught you. You can check it out in his name. There are two dozen suites.

In the past few years, no matter what you do, no matter what you do, where can you make real estate to make money quickly and safely?

That is the goods over there wearing robe, he alone sponsored hundreds of students in the mountains, and the income from starting a live broadcast was hundreds of thousands of dollars.

We are full of food, so we still run to drug dealers under such rich circumstances? "

Zhou Ze feels that he has been very worried.

The meaning is very clear,

Brothers do not lack money,

Even boss Zhou, who has the least money, can get money if he lays down his face to pat his unruly flattery, or more simply, fiddle with some funerary items from Baiyingying and sell them as antiques.

"Well…………"

The police apparently investigated the situation of these people,

at this time,

Hearing Zhou Ze's words, he also nodded, indicating that the words were indeed very reasonable.

"Look, right, we all have money, and we don't lack money. How can we be too busy to do things that break the law and discipline?

Logic makes no sense. "

A very playful look appeared on the policeman's face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ said:

"This is actually not the strictest logic, especially for you."

"what?"

"For example...you have been losing money in the bookstore you opened in South China?

Therefore, we can completely re-determine your motivation based on this.

such as,

A person who will open a bookstore in a commercial center with a lot of money, sure to lose money,

He seemed to make sense when he went to make drug dealer D,

Because maybe your starting point and the most primitive purpose is not to make money at all,

Maybe just for excitement, for fun...

Are you right? "

"........." Zhou Ze. ()