purple mist

Modern detention centers are still very clean, and most are even equipped with televisions.

——However, having a TV does not mean having a remote control.The content of the TV depends entirely on the mood of the guards.

The caretaker may have brought the children to work that day, so he switched the TV to the animation channel, which was broadcasting the childhood classic Tom and Jerry.

Xue Han leaned against the wall, pinching his earlobe boredly.

When he was brought in, all electronic equipment and metal items on his body were searched, including all kinds of jewelry and belts.For a while, the fingers, wrists and ears were empty, and I was not used to it.

It wasn't until the soft earlobe was pinched hot by himself that he sighed slowly and rolled up his loose sleeves.

The wounds made by the razor blades had all scabbed over, and the bandages were obviously useless, but he felt that being taken care of by Police Officer Lu was also a pretty good experience.

The newly grown skin has obvious white marks, and it is completely painless.

Xue Han had seen the hideous scar on Lu Wei's abdomen, and he thought it was quite a serious injury.

I don't know what kind of expression Police Officer Lu had at that time?

He looked at his arm quietly, this small wound was nothing compared to that wound, but Lu Wei's caution in disinfecting him was still imprinted in his mind.

At this point in his thoughts, Xue Han suddenly felt more relaxed about the closed space, his eyes curved slightly, and he brought his arms to his lips to touch them lightly.

After half a minute.

The guard Hei stood at the door with this face, and said in a blunt tone: "I should have told you, except for fighting and getting sick, you are not allowed to ring the bell casually."

Xue Han turned his amber pupils, and asked back, "Should I have said that?"

"Yes!!"

"But what you said just now should have been said?"

"..."

"Isn't it?"

The guard frowned and looked at the young man's lazy and noble posture, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute him, and subconsciously felt that this was something he couldn't afford to offend.

So he took a step back, scanned the number at the door, and asked angrily, "Tell me, what are you doing?"

But what he didn't expect was that the young man stretched out a hand lazily, and "ordered" in every detail: "A bottle of Coke, a pen, a notebook, and a violin."

"...You think you are on vacation?!! This is detention!!"

Xue Han cast a disapproving glance at the guard who was jumping outside the door, and said as a matter of course: "So you have to repent, don't you?"

The guard asked inexplicably, "What does your wanting these things have to do with repentance?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's wrong, officer." Xue Han shook his finger and said with emotion: "I once had a violin in front of me, and I didn't cherish the time to practice the violin, so I did something illegal and disciplined. Shouldn't I use piano practice to regret my mistakes?"

"If I had put all my time and energy into practicing the piano, I would have been concentrating on thinking about how to win prizes and achieve results. Then wouldn't I have done these things? No, I wouldn't have Have you been detained?"

"Think about it, officer, is this the reason? You can't deprive me of the right to repent."

"..."

The corner of the guard's mouth twitched, as if he saw the old man next door who knew how to drink, smoke, and play mahjong all day long, and suddenly his mouth was full of shit, and he flung his sleeves and left without looking back.

But after 5 minutes, he came back with a disheveled face.

"Xue, I officially warn you, this thing is not your doorbell!!!!!!!"

……

Inside the kitchen.

The water in the small pot had already boiled, bubbling and bubbling.

But the man in front of the stove did not move for a long time, just staring at the steaming water vapor in a daze, like an uncanny sculpture.

At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly brought back his consciousness.

"...Lu Wei, the detention center is in chaos."

In the receiver, Zhang Shunsheng's unlovable voice came out.

Lu Wei's facial nerves finally restarted, he frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

"Hey." Zhang Shun sighed heavily, angrily and amusedly said: "Xue Han is too naughty, the guard almost beat him up yesterday."

"..."

I don't know how Zhang Shun's sensory nerves are developed. He followed the phone line and felt the murderous intent in the weird silence. He wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and explained: "No, I didn't beat him up. There's so much in it. There are multiple cameras watching."

Hearing this, Lu Wei threw the washed and cut cauliflower in the bowl into the boiling water, and gave a low "hmm".

Zhang Shun helped his forehead helplessly, it seemed that Lu Wei's statement of coming out yesterday was not a dream.

"Cough." He cleared his throat, and suddenly said in a serious tone: "Lu Wei, although you are still in the suspension investigation stage, you must remember that serving the people is your life's duty. Whether you're wearing a police uniform or not, understand?"

"Yes, Team Zhang."

"Well, you have a ruler in your heart and do what you should do. That's it, hang up."

Having said that, in the next two days, Internet policeman Qin Bo showed no abnormality, and went to and from get off work in a regular manner.

Honey Talk Jewelry Group didn't make any big moves after learning that Xue Han was detained. Only the president Xue Bin paid [-] yuan to the detention center in his own name to improve Xue Han's daily life.

At this moment, Zhang Shun and Chen Bingrui couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Could it be that Lu Wei and Xue Han's guess was wrong?

To this, Lu Wei just replied with a calm expression—wait.

Smart prey will not take the bait as soon as they find the bait, nor will they even run away as soon as they find the muzzle.

But which one is the real bait and what the aiming point of the muzzle is, only the hunter has the final say.

Time flies, and Xue Han, who is detained, eats and drinks without any worries. He enjoys dying every day, but his life is not boring.

It's just a few guards who suffer, and shifting shifts every day is a "war".

And Lu Wei and others finally got good news a week later...

The largest second-hand mobile phone market in Beishi.

A group of little yellow hairs stood in the corner, pressing the empty cochlea with one hand, and holding the "walkie-talkie" in the other, whispering solemnly: "Brother Lu, this is the Pink Panther."

After finishing speaking, with the sound of "咻", he released the WeChat voice button of the "walkie-talkie" contentedly, and listened to it twice again with joy.

Brother Lu: Tell me.

"..." Pan Xiaobai looked disheartened at the one-character WeChat message sent by Lu Wei, gave up the code name Pink Panther, and dejectedly took out the mobile phone he just bought from the market from his pocket, took a photo and posted it honestly past.

Pan Xiaobai: Brother Lu - this is - just - just - a - gold toucher - sold.

He rolled his eyes, changed the amount from 200 yuan to 300 yuan and sent it to Lu Wei.

Lu Wei: [Transfer 600 yuan]

Lu Wei: Take a taxi and send it here.

Lu Wei: [Red Envelope]

Pan Xiaobai scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed at once, but in the end he still couldn't defeat the power of money, and whistled to accept the transfer and the red envelope.

When he took a taxi in a rare and arrogant manner, he took a closer look, and found that the position sent by Lu Wei was actually a university.

Monk Pan Xiaobai Zhang Er was puzzled, holding the old mobile phone that looked so ordinary from left to right along the way.

Or the driver couldn't stand it anymore, and asked carelessly: "Little brother, what happened to your phone? It's from your ex-girlfriend?"

"Bad, no." Pan Xiaobai subconsciously denied it, and suddenly remembered that this was what Brother Lu wanted, whether there would be some evidence involved, and hurriedly shut up.

For his future underground party career, he hurriedly fished his collar and threw the phone in along his chest. The ice made him shiver: "Hiss... mine, my brother's."

The taxi driver rolled his huge eyes, and almost wrote "I don't believe it" on his face.

My heart says there are weirdos every year, but this year there are especially many.

The strange people got together, and the other strange old man looked at Pan Xiaobai with a disgusted expression as he pulled out a mobile phone from his waistband. The corners of his mouth were split apart, and he picked up the mobile phone with his fingernails.

Pan Xiaobai was unhappy: "I'm taking a bath!"

Chen Bingrui laughed unkindly.

The corners of Lu Wei's mouth twitched slightly as he stood aside, and he tossed a pack of cigarettes to Pan Xiaobai, who then left with a smile on his face.

Lu Wei nodded when Mr. Wang swept his suspicious eyes over, and raised his hand in a "please" gesture.

Teacher Wang looked at the mobile phone with disdain again, shook his head with a sigh, and muttered: "Sin, smear, the student with the sharpest heart has been detained, and I, an old man, will be sent to the front line."

Having said that, he connected the phone to the computer with a hand like a dead tree branch.

"The faster you move, the sooner the students will be released." Chen Bingrui answered in a timely manner.

But the little old man in the Mediterranean didn't look at him. He always looked at Lu Wei, once or twice, but Chen Bingrui felt something was wrong if he did it too many times.

He jokingly said, "Teacher Wang, you choose students based on their looks? We, Deputy Lu, are not of this type. Don't worry about it."

Teacher Wang shook his head when he heard the words, and said suspiciously: "That's not true, I just think it looks familiar."

"You have indeed seen me." Lu Wei took a few steps forward, staring at the running code on the screen, and replied with that tempered and gentle look: "The last time you went to the police station, it was me Say you are a complete student."

Teacher Wang suddenly realized that he was so anxious that time that he jumped his feet and didn't remember Qing Luwei's appearance.

So the little old man happily grabbed Lu Wei's hand and shook it up and down during the analysis interval: "Oh, it's you, Comrade Police! Thank you, thank you!"

"You're being polite." Lu Wei nodded calmly, a trace of tenderness flashed across his deep eyes, and said softly, "You taught a good student."

— gave him a key into my life.

At this time, the computer issued a strange beep, which blocked what Teacher Wang had said.

He hurriedly shook off Lu Wei's hand, turned to the computer screen, flicked and flicked the mouse to operate.

"Data restored."

Lu Wei and Chen Bingrui rushed forward, only to see the old mobile phone data that had been formatted.

A text message was on the list.

That is a full stop alone.

"it's him."

Lu Wei said firmly, "Qin Po."