District 9

At noon, in Songjiang No. 3 Prison, the young man who was the main criminal who was caught by Qin Yu in the Wu family's gun warehouse was sitting on an iron chair in prison uniform, looking at the old cat with an indifferent expression.

"Are you going to tell me?" Old Cat asked while drinking boiled water.

The young man had a careless expression on his face: "I don't know anything, what do you want me to say?"

"There are so many guns in the house, don't you know? Are you blind?" Xiao Taig stared at his eyes and shouted: "Do you know what crime these things can convict you of?"

"Haha." The young man curled his lips: "I just work for others. When they give me money, I look after their warehouse. I don't even bother to ask what they put in the house."

"What do you say about the gun in your own hand?"

"Yes, I bought a gun for fun. Isn't it okay if I admit that I hid the gun privately? Are you going to sentence me to death for this little thing?" The young man is not an ordinary hobgoblin: "Look for whoever hid the gun." Who is going? It’s useless to ask me, I don’t know anything.”

The old cat squinted at him and took another sip of water.

"With your attitude, I can punish you for two or three years during the litigation period alone. Do you believe it?" Xiao Taig replied with a sneer.

The young man frowned when he heard this: "Brother, I beg you, you'd better keep me for two or three more years. You said it's so hard to make money outside now. Is it easy for us just to make a living? Look at this It’s great, you don’t have to worry about food and drink, and there are some activities organized in the prison, which is much better than outside.”

"Are you messing with me?" the old cat asked with a sidelong glance.

"Brother, there's nothing else but a lot of time." The young man replied with a smile: "I'll keep you here for as long as you want."

"You admit it, right?" The old cat clicked his ears: "Okay, then let's leave it like that."

Xiao Taig was stunned when he heard the sound.

The old cat stood up, walked to the young man with his hands behind his back, bent down and said, "You said you are a young man who makes little money and doesn't know much. I don't understand. What kind of bastard are you pretending to be here? You Listen to me, be sure to hold on, if you say it, I will look down on you."

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely make you think highly of me, haha." The young man grinned.

"That's tough, brother." Old Cat nodded and shouted, "Let's go, let's go find a place to eat."

"Come back next time and bring me an electronic cigarette." The young man turned around and shouted to the old cat: "Be nice to me, maybe I can remember some key things."

…

It was nearly noon, in the prison cafeteria.

Xiao Taig was eating noodles and said to the old cat with a slightly angry expression: "I have told Xiao Yu before that these people are not easy to review. They are originally looking after the warehouse and are not directly involved in the operation. We are just responsible for the whole process. Po Tian, ​​the most they can do is to sentence them to concealing guns and convict them as accessories. And Old Wu outside must have made arrangements for them. It doesn’t take much, if each person is given 5,780,000 yuan, then they won’t say anything.”

"Don't panic, let's see how I treat this hob." Old Mao took a sip of water and replied concisely: "I'll go see the guarding police officer of the second team later."

"What are you doing?" Xiao Taig was stunned.

"Don't worry about it, let's eat." The old cat responded in a relaxed tone.

About an hour later.

In the corridor of the interrogation room, a young police officer in his twenties frowned at the old cat and asked, "Don't act blindly, this is definitely not going to work. The higher-ups are strictly cracking down on this. Last year, four or five people were arrested because of this." The thing is suicide..."

"I said, you bring the person up to me, and I'll talk it over myself. If anything happens, it's mine, isn't it?" Old Mao negotiated nicely.

The young police officer shook his head: "No, if something happens, I'm working..."

"Damn it, I've told you, I'll talk about this myself, you don't need to be here." The old cat replied with his eyes wide open: "If there is any problem, it's mine."

"No, you...!"

"If you don't agree, I will report you for going out with me for whoring while you are on duty." Old Mao replied with a sideways glance: "I will do what I say."

"What's wrong with you?!"

"In this case, you can just say that I interrogated the prisoner and you avoided it as usual, okay?" Old Mao raised his eyebrows and asked again.

When the young police officer heard this, he immediately nodded: "This... this is not bad."

"Quick, go find them. I want some strong ones, preferably those who have been suppressed for six or seven years." Old Mao urged with bared teeth.

Little Taig listened for a long time, frowned at the old cat and asked, "Is it okay?"

"Since everyone is in prison, do we still need to interrogate them?" Old Mao patted Xiao Taig's chest and responded, "Aren't the people here more capable than us?"

"Yes." Xiao Taig nodded when he heard the sound.

…

The three prisons are divided into two major areas.

The first area is where prisoners who have received court sentences serve their sentences. The activity area here is relatively large, with a total of four buildings and two playgrounds. The second area is the activity place for suspects during the litigation period. It is small in area and has only a playground and a row of dormitories.

Generally speaking, there is no contact between people serving sentences and people in places undergoing litigation, but special circumstances may occur. For example, when we work together to do sanitation or participate in activities, the prisoners usually guide the suspects to do the work together.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the main building of the prison complex needed to be cleaned and cleared of snow, so seven or eight guard police officers took the suspects in their respective cells to the prison area together, and the gun dealer was among these people.

It was almost evening, the work was almost done, and the canteen was about to open. The gun seller took advantage of this time to be lazy and stood behind the main building chatting with others.

"Hey, come here."

At this moment, a strong prisoner came over and shouted.

When everyone turned around, the gun dealer pointed at themselves and asked, "Did you call me?"

"Yes," the strong man nodded: "Come here and help me."

"Ah!" The gun seller didn't think much and followed him.

The strong man led him for about forty or fifty meters, then turned and came to the public toilet.

"What are you doing here?" the gun dealer asked curiously.

"Go in, my brother wants to say a few words to you." The strong man pushed him into the toilet.

The gun dealer entered the toilet in a daze. When he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties with a pimpled face and white hair, wearing a military coat and looking at him.

"Brother...brother, what do you want me to do?" the gun dealer asked.

"Do you know what the three greatest joys are in prison?" the middle-aged man asked with bared teeth.

The young man was confused and confused, and didn't reply for a while.

"Someone asked me to help you find the true meaning of happiness." The middle-aged man took out his cigarette case, lowered his head and said, "Take off your pants."

"Brother...brother, you...what are you doing?" The young man backed away in fright: "Don't do this, I...I have never played before."

"I don't want to play either." The middle-aged man lit up his cigarette and said, "I'm not interested in the back door. My younger brothers will play with you."

"How many...how many?" The young man was stunned for a while and suddenly turned around.

Outside the toilet, four or five more people walked in, all of them strong.

"Fuck!" the young man yelled, leaning against the wall: "If you do this again, I'll call the police."

After a few seconds.

"Brother, big brother...I'm convinced, don't work together...come one by one..." The young man yelled in a panic and incoherently.

…

eight pm.

While Lao Mao was sorting out the case evidence files, he received a call.

"Hello? Come here quickly, he...he is looking for you, he is crying..."

"I'll go right away." The old cat stood up excitedly, holding his handbag and shouted: "Let's go, little Taig."

…

On urban streets.

Lizi sat in the car and said nothing.

Yuan Ke smoked a cigarette and whispered: "A bald man will come out in a while. Identify him and see if he is the one who took you into Songjiang."

"Okay." Lizi nodded.