Double ten

The moment when the doctor in a white coat solemnly announced that "the wounded lost too much blood and died", the moment when he was handcuffed behind the back of the cold handcuffs, and the moment when the ruthless policeman pushed him mercilessly, when he watched At the moment when his father struggled with tears and said "my son didn't do it on purpose, please let him go", Mu Feng was taken away, and he knew that he would never 'go back' again, that home, also' Can not go back.

From the police car to the police station, from the police station to the interrogation room, facing serious interrogation by the police, Mu Feng tightly closed his lips without saying a word. He didn't know what to say, and he didn't know what to say. Suddenly, it was too unexpected, and he didn't digest it. The mother lying on the sick bed, the man lying in the pool of blood, and the father struggling to protect him flashed through his mind chaotically. Make him completely incapable of thinking.

"Criminal suspect Mu Feng, do you think it's okay if you don't speak? Do you know what you just did? You killed someone. Do you think you can change the fact by not speaking? The answer is no. If you have the courage to kill someone, you can change it." Have the courage to bear the consequences..." The serious policeman knocked on the table and said loudly, telling him ruthlessly and truthfully that he had indeed committed a major crime, an unforgivable crime.

The corner of Mu Feng's mouth opened in a daze, but he still didn't say a word. He looked at the blue-clothed policemen opposite, but it wasn't them.

Faced with his silence, the helpless police suspended the interrogation and took him out of the interrogation room. He was asked to change into a special prison uniform, take pictures, shave his head, and record his fingerprints... through countless doors and cells, and finally in He uncuffed him in front of a corner cell and pushed him hard.

Powerless and defenseless, he staggered to the ground, and his hands were free, but, after all, he was not free.

Smelling the musty air, it was obviously dry and dry in October, this cold and humid place made him shiver uncontrollably, making his heart extremely cold and sink to the bottom.

The small cell was very simple, he was the only one, with an old quilt, except for the solid iron door and a small iron window on the top, there was nothing else, surrounded by walls, gray walls.

Mu Feng lay on the ground motionless with his eyes open, he couldn't feel the coldness of the ground, how could it be as cold as the coldness in his heart?

He was still replaying every bit of the incident in his mind, from the quarrel, to the hospital, to the scuffle, to the stabbing, to the police car, to the police station, to the cell, these images have been replaying in his mind.

The whole thing only took two hours, and two hours is enough to change a person's fate and change a person's life.

When the moon was in the middle of the month, drowsiness hit him little by little, and Mu Feng, who was overly frightened, stimulated and exhausted, couldn't help but fell asleep after all.

He was not stable in his sleep, and at first he showed a faint smile, as if he had dreamed of something interesting, and then the painting style in his dream changed, and he showed a painful expression, "No...don't leave...don't... No...no...I didn't mean to...I really didn't mean to..."

With cold sweat dripping down his face, his face contorted, and after struggling for a long time in the nightmare, Mu Feng finally woke up with a start.

It was a dark night, and with the help of the moonlight coming in from the small window, he could barely see what was going on in the room. He moved his head, which was stiff because he was lying on his stomach, and moved his numb body, moving his head with great effort. Turn over and lie on the ground in a large font.

He doesn’t know what time it is now, his last meal was lunch, and he hasn’t eaten rice for at least 12 hours. He is cold, hungry and thirsty, and the cuts on his back and right hand have begun to heal automatically. Swollen, these, he is not in the mood to bother.

Thinking of his mother, the tears in the corners of his eyes fell silently again, his heart throbbed in pain, he curled up, as if he would feel better in this way, as if he would return to his mother's warm embrace, as if he could escape from this A cage that frightened him.

Where there is darkness, there will be light. When darkness passes, dawn arrives. You still have to face what you should face.

During another interrogation, Mu Feng, who remembered something important, yelled and struggled frantically: "Let me out, let me out, let me see my mother, let me see her one last time, please, let me out... "

Everything was in vain. Faced with his uncooperative behavior, a young police officer with a somewhat irritable mood ran out of patience: "You still want to go out? Don't dream, don't you remember what you did? That was murder, murder It's against the law, you still want to go out? Just wait..."

"If you don't cooperate, we can't do anything for you." The slightly older blue-clothed police officer said slowly, this situation, he is familiar with this situation for a long time, but for them, everything must follow the law and procedures Come and go, everything, they can't help.

"I cooperate, I cooperate, as long as you can let me go out to see my mother for the last time, I can do anything." Mu Feng finally stopped struggling, and nodded indiscriminately.

As long as he can go out, he can accept everything, but what he doesn't know is that everything is not so easy, everything has to be done according to "rules".

People always live in the shell of beautiful fantasy and self-comfort, but reality is just the opposite.

After the interrogation, Mu Feng was escorted back to his cell, facing the gray wall again, someone handed him breakfast through the iron door, a bowl of very thin porridge, two cold steamed buns, and nothing else.

Stomach growling in protest, looking at the completely tasteless food, Mu Feng took the steamed bun and slowly gnawed it up, it was very hard, dry, with a musty smell, it was hard to swallow, taking a sip of the cold porridge, it was not bad Barely swallowed.

There was a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that he could go out to see his mother for the last time, so he had to live, he couldn't, starved to death in this place.

Hope, what a beautiful and pale help.