The Plow

Ling Shu was sure that he was framed.

But he couldn't figure out why someone would want to blame Du Yuning's death on himself.

He is just a little policeman who has been in the job for a few years and has performed mediocrely. He checks in every day to report to get off work and leaves work at the same time.

As for the population of the Ling family, it's even simpler.

Ling Shu's parents died early, and he has no enmity or grudge.

Elder sister Ling Yao is married and a housewife.

Brother-in-law Zhou San works as a chief clerk in the municipal government, even if there are one or two colleagues who don't like him, they won't deliberately go around and try to discredit him by framing his wife and brother.

Ling Shu didn't speak, and Yue Dingtang didn't urge him either.

The two seem to be competing whose concentration is better.

The chandelier was dangling on it, and the cold wind that came in from the gap in the window scoured the interrogation room back and forth, trying to take away the last bit of warmth left on them.

As for the policeman Shen Renjie who asked the confession——

He was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back.

In the past, he would have thrown Ling Shu into the prison without saying a word, and went out to eat supper, waiting for the other party's family to get money for bail.

But now he dare not.

Firstly, the case was too big, the impact was bad, and the identity of the victim was special.

Secondly, Smith took care of him personally, while Yue Dingtang was still watching.

Shen Renjie was not very clear about the specific position of Mr. Yue, but judging from Smith's attitude, he had better not offend him.

"... Mr. Yue?"

The two of them had a silent confrontation when they had time, but Shen Renjie was so hungry that he couldn't help asking softly and tremblingly.

Yue Dingtang glanced at him: "You can go first."

"It's okay, you can continue!" Shen Renjie had a bitter face, Yue Dingtang didn't leave, how dare he leave?

Yue Dingtang turned to Ling Shu: "It's almost Chinese New Year."

Ling Shu:? ? ?

Yue Dingtang: "I think you definitely don't want to spend the New Year in prison."

Ling Shu: "My sister will find a way to release me on bail."

Yue Dingtang: "This case is of great importance. She may not be able to release you on bail. Now you can only survive if you cooperate with us and confess frankly."

Ling Shu: "I've always been curious about the purpose of your sudden intervention in this matter, because Du Yuning chose to associate with me instead of you?"

Yue Dingtang didn't speak.

Shen Renjie felt as if he heard something he shouldn't have heard, so he quickly looked up at the poor chandelier, imagining it as a big hot chicken leg.

The freshly baked chicken legs were steamed until they were soft and rotten. The moisture in the chicken burst out, condensed into drops of water on the top of the lid, and fell on the chicken again. One bite was enough to fill the entire taste buds.

Although Shen Renjie is a policeman, his family can only have a hearty meal during the New Year and festivals, especially in the few days before the New Year, when every family worships their ancestors and gods, there will be offerings, even if it is not chicken legs, but freshly steamed rice cake……

As he thought about it, his expression became so bewildered that he really didn't pay attention to what the two of them were talking about for a while.

Ling Shu was also hungry.

But he didn't look up at the light like Shen Renjie did.

Because no matter how long you look at the electric light, it will not become a chicken leg.

He knew that Yue Dingtang was waiting for him to give in and soften.

This troublesome spirit has not changed from before to now.

Ling Shu chose a quick fight.

"If I have suspicions, then Yuan Bing and people from the Yuan Mansion are involved," he said.

Yue Dingtang: "Of course, Yuan's mansion has been sealed off, and no one can enter or leave. Yuan Bing has also been arrested, but among all the people, you are the most suspected."

After that he stood up.

"Unfortunately, your confession failed to provide any key clues to clear the suspicion. As an old classmate, I really want to help you, but I can't do anything."

Shen Renjie breathed a sigh of relief, and was also very happy to get up.

It's finally time to eat, he thought to himself, pushing the statement book in his hand over.

"Sign it."

Ling Shu read a few lines casually, picked up the pen, and looked up again.

"I have to spend the night in jail tonight?"

Yue Dingtang looked at his hand holding the pen, and answered irrelevantly: "I remember you are not left-handed."

Ling Shu lazily rolled up the corners of his mouth, and scribbled his name: "Pictures have been practiced for a while, it happened many years ago. Old classmate, I hope our little friendship can give me a supper in prison."

The three walked out of the interrogation room.

Facing him was Yuan Bing being brought out from another interrogation room.

The four eyes are facing each other, and the enemy's road is narrow.

Yuan Bing roared and rushed towards Ling Shu!

Caught off guard, the people around couldn't hold it down.

"You little bastard—"

Ling Shu stretched out his feet.

The roaring stopped abruptly.

With the momentum turning straight, Yuan Bing hugged the calf bone and howled in pain, and the real person bent over and fell to the ground.

"Beating someone! Killing someone! Help!"

A person who has been smoking opium for many years, how can he be so powerful to rush over, but Ling Shu's kick was really hard, according to Yue Dingtang's visual inspection, even if Yuan Bing didn't have a broken bone, he was seriously injured.

But the instigator had already hid behind Yue Dingtang, with a face that had nothing to do with him.

Yuan Bing was still moaning and rolling on the ground, and he couldn't even swear.

Yue Dingtang said coldly: "Bring the two of you in."

Young Master Yuan has a special status, and everyone dared not make a move. With his words, they immediately dragged people up.

"Ling, you bastard, you killed my wife, and you still want to blame me, you will die!"

Ling Shu didn't take it seriously: "Yuan Bing, I think you should plead guilty as soon as possible, so that you don't have opium in the prison, how uncomfortable is it?"

Yuan Bing was dragged out, and his voice gradually faded away.

Unwillingness and anger echoed in the police station, and Shen Renjie couldn't help sighing.

He met Du Yuning from a distance, that was before the other party was alive.

At that time, Du Yuning was wearing a pink cheongsam with silver trimmings, such a gaudy color, she was surprised to be dressed in a variety of styles, extraordinary and outstanding.

Looking at most of Shanghai, there are not many beauties like Du Yuning.

It's a pity, the beauty is unlucky.

This case is destined to cause a sensation in Shanghai.

Seeing that both of them had left, Shen Renjie asked in a low voice: "Mr. Yue, can you give me what Ling Shu wanted to eat just now?"

It was not Yue Dingtang's turn to make a decision on this matter, but just now Smith looked at him differently, so of course Shen Renjie took the opportunity to please him.

Yue Dingtang: "According to your practice, will you give it or not?"

Shen Renjie chuckled: "This..."

Yue Dingtang immediately understood, the subtext was that if you put money, you will give it, if you don’t put money, you will get nothing.

Shanghai can be called the center of the Far East, a model of the Republic of China, but behind this prosperity, there are also filth.

After all, only 20 years have passed since the decadent Qing Dynasty.

"Then I won't give it!" He said with a serious face.

……

Ling Shu himself is a policeman, so of course he knows the prison environment.

A row of brick and tile houses, the walls are covered with moss marks and cracks, and black stains.

There is a small window under the eaves, which is the only light source. During the day, you can still see a glimmer of light. At night, the prison guards will never waste candles or electric lights on the prisoners. Everyone can only smell the smell in the dark and fall asleep.

It is even more difficult in winter. The cold and hard stone floor is uneven, and at most there is a layer of straw. For some, they didn't even wait for a verdict.

Ling Shu's body is warm, and he is still wrapped in a thick coat. His sister just bought it for him from Yong'an Department Store last month. He planned to let him wear it for the New Year, but Ling Shu came out to play tonight, hiding it from his sister. Just put it on, I didn't expect it to come in handy.

Cold, damp, and dark are all Lingshu's impressions of the prison.

Prisons are the same no matter where they are.

At the end of the darkness, soft weeping sounds and vague soliloquy came, sometimes far and near, sometimes absent, easily arousing the deepest fear in people's hearts.

The only light source came from the low-wattage electric lamp overhead. Those weak lights failed to produce any warmth, but instead made the places where light and shadow meet more gloomy and unpredictable.

Standing at the door of the cell, the smell of urine and humidity made him hesitate.

The prison guard behind pushed him in without pushing too hard.

With a clang, the cell door was locked again.

"Be honest!"

Throwing down a not-so-serious warning, the prison guard walked away.

The cell is another world.

It was dark all around, and the sound of breathing varied in thickness, and it could be heard that there were at least five or six people in this cell.

From bright to dark all of a sudden, his eyes are still not used to it, and Ling Shu can't see his surroundings clearly.

But the original people here were able to look at him carefully through the dim light outside the window.

A young man with thin skin and tender flesh, he is quite tall, but not strong. He looks like a young master from a wealthy family and has never suffered much.

Such a person in prison is like a sheep among wolves. He is a walking target, a firefly in the dark, and it is only written on his face that he is coming to bully me and exploit me.

The eyes in the dark did not spare every inch of his body, especially the cashmere coat that wrapped tightly around his body.

Ling Shu didn't move.

He knew that wild beasts always had to confirm the weakness of their prey before attacking. As long as he moved slightly, the countless pairs of eyes in the darkness would immediately be able to see his weakness.

These days, suspects like him and Yuan Bing were not the only ones who could be imprisoned.

From youth gangsters to desperadoes, from swindling to murder and arson, the weak and deceitful can't survive here for a few days. Only the fierce, cunning and sophisticated people can survive.

A gust of cold wind blew, and his nose was a little itchy.

Ling Shu endured it, but he didn't.

He opened his mouth, lowered his head, and sneezed a little.

Just as he was rubbing his nose, a hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

Before he could react in the future, Ling Shu's whole body had already been pushed hard towards the iron gate!

When there was a loud bang, the sound of his back colliding with the iron gate echoed in the empty prison, ear-piercing and shocking.

In the distance, the footsteps of prison guards running over could be vaguely heard, but they quickly turned back and disappeared without a trace.

As long as no one is killed in this kind of place, generally no one will take care of it.

Even if someone is killed, as long as the deceased does not have a strong identity background, there may not be serious consequences.

In troubled times, human life is worthless, even in the most prosperous city in the Far East.

It was foreseeable that what greeted him would be a harsh night.

Why is it so difficult to have a supper?

Ling Shu was full of sadness.

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