District 9

At 9:30 in the evening, in the courtyard of No. 57 Yishi.

Liu Zishu estimated the time in his mind, walked to the iron gate with the shackles in hand, glanced out at the prison corridor along the gate fence, and called softly: "Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi!"

Before Ma Laoer was received, no one dared to shout in the detention room. Because after you finish shouting, you will definitely be punished, ranging from a severe beating to direct execution. You will also be taken out to find a relatively far apart detention room and be held separately. In this way, you won't be able to stay in the same area with familiar people, and your heart will feel empty. What's more, there is no blind spot surveillance in the detention room, so it is unrealistic for you to collude in making confessions, so no one will cause trouble for themselves.

However, after Ma Laoer was taken away to make a phone call, everyone was obviously much more relaxed. They knew that the family was running and must have achieved great results. If things went wrong, they would be released in a short time, so it was okay to be cool. , it doesn’t matter.

Guan Qi and Liu Zishu were separated by an empty detention room, so after the latter shouted twice, he immediately responded: "What's wrong, Uncle Zi?"

"Fuck, it's a little late to start eating today. I'm already hungry." Liu Zishu stood at the door of the cell and said, "Did you hear the meal being served in the prison over there?"

Guan Qi was startled for a moment: "I've already finished fucking!"

"Ah?" Liu Zishu was startled: "What do you mean, I have no human rights?"

"Didn't you see that the meal was distributed just now?" Guan Qi replied in a low voice: "We all distributed it."

Liu Zishu looked confused: "I was fucking sleeping just now, didn't..."

"107, get back!" The loudspeaker in the prison corridor suddenly sounded.

Uncle Liu Zishu was alerted and immediately took a step back, preparing to find another opportunity to communicate with Guan Qi later.

"Tap tap tap!"

At this moment, the sound of neat footsteps came from the prison corridor. Liu Zishu didn't take it seriously, holding the shackles and preparing to return to the hard bed.

"107!"

Yu Weiliang led a dozen people to the prison door and shouted expressionlessly.

Liu Zishu turned around when he heard the sound.

"Open." Yu Weiliang ordered.

After the words fell, an officer stepped forward and opened the prison door with a key.

"Come out." Yu Weiliang waved his hand towards Liu Zishu.

At the same time, a very Indian-looking man with a press card hanging outside the door walked in carrying a camera.

Liu Zishu was a little confused: "What are you doing?"

No one responded, and two soldiers stepped forward, stretched out their hands to grab him, and pulled him out.

Everything today was too abnormal. There was no food to eat at night, and Yu Weiliang came to mention him in person. The most important thing was that there were reporters carrying cameras to record him. This made Liu Zishu very confused.

"Give me a close-up." The Yindong man standing next to the videographer ordered softly.

"What are you going to do?" Liu Zishu instinctively turned his head and asked, avoiding the camera.

Yu Weiliang looked at him without saying a word, nor did he stop the photographer from taking pictures inside the house.

"What do you mean?!" Liu Zishu shouted again, but this time he was held down by the soldiers.

"ok!"

The photographer took a circle and nodded to everyone.

"Take it away." Yu Weiliang waved his hand.

"What do you mean?!" Liu Zishu, who had experienced big storms, was a little panicked at this moment.

If the news comes from home, then there is no need for Yu Weiliang to interrogate himself, and he will definitely let Ma Laoer go out and make calls. And if there was no letter at home, there would be no need for fucking reporters to follow the interrogation...

When Liu Zishu was puzzled, the assistant to the chief stationmaster of No. 57 came over with the documents and stood beside Yu Weiliang and whispered a few words.

"Okay, okay." Yu Weiliang nodded, reached out to take the document, placed it directly on the window sill in the prison corridor, and signed on n pages of paper with a pen.

The words on the paper are all in Korean, and Liu Zishu will definitely not be able to understand them, but he has also been on the ground for half his life, and he knows very well that if the main case handler mentions him and signs it, there are only two possibilities, one is to release him. , one is...

When Liu Zishu thought of this, his face turned pale and he clenched his fists.

"Okay." After Yu Weiliang signed the document, he reached out and handed it back to the assistant.

The soldiers escorted Liu Zishu and walked forward. The photographer followed behind, taking pictures of the long view of the corridor.

At this moment, Liu Zishu was wearing sixty-five kilograms of shackles, his hands and feet were all restricted, and he was accompanied by a squad of gun-wielding soldiers. He... had no ability to resist. His head was numb and his eyes were dull, allowing everyone to wait. Hold on and move forward.

"Uncle, uncle...!"

"Quiet, go back!"

"Quiet!"

"...!"

Suddenly, bursts of shouting in the corridor pulled Liu Zishu out of his thoughts. He turned his head with a stiff neck and looked to his left side.

Baojun, Ma Laoer and others were already standing at the door of the detention room, shouting at him in confusion, while the soldiers following behind pointed their guns at them and kept shouting.

After Uncle Liu saw Ma Laoer's face, he suddenly came to his senses.

"What's going on? Why are you mentioning me?" Ma Laoer ignored the soldiers at the door and shouted anxiously: "What's going on?!"

Liu Zishu looked at him, suddenly reached out and grabbed the door railing of the detention room, and said with a pale face: "Second son... I... I won't be able to go home. Don't forget to make arrangements for my home."

When Ma Laoer heard this, his head buzzed and he froze on the spot.

"Don't hold on, let go!" The soldier stepped forward and started pulling.

Liu Zishu grabbed the door railing of the detention room with his right hand, looked directly at him and said: "Second brother... the situation must have changed during the negotiation, please be careful."

"What do you mean? What do you mean?!" Ma Laoer came back to his senses and shouted at Yu Weiliang like crazy: "I am much higher than him, he is just a thug, what the fuck is wrong with you Come to me!"

"Second Brother, Second Brother, listen to me." Liu Zishu grabbed the railing tightly and shouted urgently.

"I'll tell you what you want to ask." Ma Laoer pointed at Yu Weiliang and shouted hysterically.

"Boy, can you fucking listen to me!" Liu Zishu shouted in a sharp voice.

Ma Laoer was stunned.

"Politics is not something we can play with. It's fine just lying on the ground..." Liu Zishu was forcibly dragged away by four soldiers. He looked back at Ma Laoer and shouted: "If you can go back, you will be fine. I promise Uncle Ma, I didn’t do it...I ended up walking here with you."

When Ma Laoer saw him walking away, he forgot to cry, shout, and everything else. His mind went blank, like a zombie.

"Second brother, it's fine!!!" Liu Zishu looked back with a sad smile before being dragged away.

Ma Laoer suddenly felt his eyes darken, his body became empty, and he fell to the ground on his back with a grunt.

"Uncle!!"

Baojun, who was brought out by Liu Zishu, instantly broke down emotionally. He grabbed the railing and shed tears.