Burning Incense In Prison: Mistaken For A Fortune Teller

If someone dies in prison, it doesn't matter whether it's a big deal or a small matter.

Hu Xiaokang immediately notified his superiors, and several uniformed colleagues came over to help. Soon, a prison doctor in a white coat rushed to cell No. 18 to examine Wang Daguo's body.

"Preliminary tests indicate a heart attack, which is recorded in the prisoner's file."

The doctor said to the potbelly who had just arrived: "Of course, there are other reasons. The prisoners in the cells need to be interrogated, and the corpses need to be further examined."

The six inmates looked at the corpse of Wang Daguo being carried away, and then glanced at the calm Zhao Yi opposite him. Thinking of what he said last night, their hearts trembled, causing a huge wave!

What he said came true, Wang Daguo is really dead!

Potbelly is the warden of the prison. He is in his forties. He seems to have something important to do. He comes in a hurry and leaves even more hurriedly.

The prison doctor had initially determined that he died of a heart attack, and the investigation was left to Hu Xiaokang, who was on duty.

Anyway, Wang Daguo was a blackmailer who had no father or mother, no marriage registration, and no children. He was sentenced to fifty years for extortion. Who knows how many people would be happy when he died, and it would not have much social impact.

Hu Xiaokang called another colleague to make simple notes on seven prisoners, including Zhao Yi.

The results are really quite rewarding.

The six prisoners told in great detail the conflict between Zhao Yi and Wang Daguo last night and what Zhao Yi said.

One is that it is regarded as a sign of meritorious service and the sentence is commuted. The other is that the boy is too evil. Living in the same cell with him, I can't sleep well at night, for fear of repeating the same mistakes as Wang Daguo!

"That kid is so evil, he seems to be a fortune teller."

"I don't think he is a fortune teller, but a demon who knows sorcery. The prison guard must transfer him away!"

"It's really weird. I don't sleep at night and cross my legs on the bed!"

Hu Xiaokang looked at another colleague and held back the corners of his mouth that subconsciously turned up. They both received professional training before being imprisoned. No matter how funny they are, they will never laugh...unless they can't help it.

They feel that they really need to report this to the higher authorities and give the prisoners more rest time. They have to work on sewing machines from morning to night every day. There is something wrong with their brains!

Until Zhao Yi entered the interrogation room, Hu Xiaokang looked at Zhao Yi sitting opposite, and his tone quickly returned to seriousness: "Your fellow inmates all said that you are a fortune teller, and you calculated Wang Daguo's death date last night?"

Facing Hu Xiaokang's cross-examination, Zhao Yi crossed his hands on the table and acted very calmly: "What do you think, Officer Hu?"

As soon as these words came out.

Hu Xiaokang and another colleague stopped. Zhao Yi came to the prison just last night. He had never seen the two of them before, so how did he know his last name?

The prisoners in the cell must have told him, and the two of them could only guess in this direction.

"Be honest!"

Hu Xiaokang also had a bad temper and slammed the table hard: "Answer whatever I ask you. Put away those dirty little thoughts. You are just a scum rapist and murderer in society. There are many ways to deal with you!"

Zhao Yi's eyes were bright and deep, and there was no emotion on his face. It was as if Hu Xiaokang had been penetrated completely, making him feel at a loss.

The subsequent questioning was very procedural. Zhao Yi answered truthfully that he was sleeping and had no idea about Wang Daguo's death.

After completing the procedure, Zhao Yi was taken back to the cell by Hu Xiaokang.

Around evening, Wang Daguo's autopsy results came out, and it was 100% confirmed that he died of a heart attack. The time should be around three in the morning, and there was no suspicion of suicide or homicide.

The restraining order for the prisoners in Cell No. 56 was lifted, but they all looked at Zhao Yi with uneasiness, just like they looked at Xian'er.

When dinner time was about to come, the prison guard on duty, Hu Xiaokang, came again and asked the six prisoners to go out and line up for dinner. He left Zhao Yi alone to say something.

Zhao Yi showed an expression of anticipation and stood up to make room.

After the six prisoners had gone away, Hu Xiaokang took out the steaming lunch box, which included two meat and three vegetables with a portion of rice. The Chinese New Year in prison could not meet this standard: "You seem to know that I will come?"

Zhao Yi did not answer the question, opened the disposable chopsticks, and took big gulps of rice into his mouth.

He is really hungry.

They only had two meals in three days in the prison cell, which were still nutritious instant noodles. They were not better off when they were transferred to the prison. After Wang Daguo's death, they were given a grounding order, and there must be no kind-hearted people to send them meals.

Hu Xiaokang said nothing and quietly observed Zhao Yi eating.

To be honest, Zhao Yi's appearance and temperament really have nothing to do with the rumored fortune teller. Except for the blue and white striped prison uniform he is wearing, he really looks like a college student who has not graduated.

When the food was almost done, he handed over a bottle of water.

"Thanks."

Zhao Yi said politely, took two big sips, looked at the impatient Hu Xiaokang, and nodded to acknowledge it.

If you want to get along well in prison, you must have internal connections and be able to easily contact the outside world.

There are also cameras in the cells.

As long as they check it, they will know that what the inmate said is true. What he said last night really caught a fish.

Looking at Zhao Yi who nodded in recognition, Hu Xiaokang asked: "How to prove it?"

"It's not enough to know that Wang Daguo died of a heart attack. I know that you majored in Chinese medicine at university, so I must know the signs of a heart attack."

Looking at Hu Xiaokang sitting opposite, Zhao Yi knew that he was not idle either. He went to check his files in the afternoon.

"Hu Xiaokang, twenty-nine years old, unmarried."

"But there is a girlfriend I've been dating for six years. We had already agreed on all the marriage matters, but your mother-in-law suddenly changed her mind and wanted to add another five hundred thousand as a bride price, or else she would become a door-to-door son-in-law that even a dog would hate."

"You can't come up with so much money, and you don't want to be a home-based son-in-law. That's why you get angry about this every day."

I had a lot to say to Hu Xiaokang, but I took a deep breath and swallowed it all.

Zhao Yi, who was sitting opposite, got everything right!

If you can call out your last name, accurately tell the time of Wang Daguo's death, and explain the original reason, then if you can tell your predicament so carefully now, besides being a fortune teller, I really can't think of a second choice. An answer!

"Do you know why your mother-in-law suddenly changed her tune?"

Without giving Hu Xiaokang a chance to speak, Zhao Yi looked him directly in the eyes: "Because your mother-in-law's relatives introduced a better blind date, who is a middle manager of a large private company, so he suddenly changed his mind and asked for another five hundred thousand as a gift. I want to dissuade you."

"Although your partner really likes you, his arms can't hold his thighs together, and he will still choose family."

These words sounded like a thunderbolt in Hu Xiaokang's heart. He was like a clay and wood dummy, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Zhao Yi stood up, stretched out, and patted Hu Xiaokang's shoulder gently, like a teacher enlightening his students: "How can you cry so easily? There is still room for improvement."

Hu Xiaokang, with tears in his eyes, looked up at the innocent Zhao Yi, and whispered in a bewitching voice: "Believe it or not, I can exempt you from the betrothal gift, but my mother-in-law also has to give you a car?"