Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

When being taken away by the police, Zhu Shoucheng managed to maintain his composure, forcibly suppressing the fear of being tapped on his wrist by cold handcuffs, and even followed the instructions in the tourist brochure, when asked where the videos and pictures that hurt young children on his computer came from. When the police came, Dao said that he would not say a word until his lawyer came.

He heard that the United States is a country that pays attention to evidence. They didn't catch themselves doing it. As long as they don't admit it, they won't recruit.

When he was escorted to the police station, a policeman asked Zhu Shoucheng in a rough voice, is there anyone who can post bail for him? If so, he might have good luck tonight and not have to spend the night in prison up.

Facing the orange-red telephone, Zhu Shoucheng swallowed hard.

In the United States, his only relative is his son.

But he really didn't have the courage to let his son see those videos and photos, because he couldn't guarantee whether his son still remembered the faces of those children.

After hesitating, the policeman became impatient: "Do you have anyone to contact?"

Zhu Shoucheng asked, "How much is the bail money?"

"It depends." The policeman was extremely rude to him, "According to your possible judgment of endangering the society, one hundred thousand dollars."

"...One hundred thousand?"

Zhu Shoucheng was taken aback.

Even though he has learned English, his Chinese way of thinking is still deeply ingrained. When encountering such a thing, Nengdi will start to bring out the big truth and question the other party's motives: "You suspect me for no reason first, and the invasion of personal privacy second. This is clearly extortion. Blackmail, I need to contact the embassy..."

But the other party didn't answer him at all: "Can someone release you on bail?"

That being said, Zhu Shoucheng dared not even contact his son, so how dare he contact the embassy easily.

He is still flustered now, and his hands are shaking badly, and he can't think of a good excuse to justify it.

He thought, it's better to calm down first, anyway, his son will leave work in a few hours, and he will find himself missing soon, and he will naturally find him. He spent these few hours to sort out his thoughts and interview him. Probably better than over the phone.

Thinking of this, Zhu Shoucheng replied: "For the time being...no."

The policeman on the opposite side sneered unabashedly, signed a form and handed him over to another policeman.

Zhu Shoucheng dared not speak out against such a bad attitude, so he had to secretly remember his alarm number, and complained to him as soon as he was ready to go out.

He was first brought into a temporary detention room, a small square concrete room with an iron fence on one side, and the cement on the other three walls was not evenly plastered and had burrs.Nothing but an iron toilet, a sink that kept leaking, and a full-size iron bed.

Today is a cloudy day, and even at noon, the deep autumn wind still blew Zhu Shoucheng's back. Wrapped in the quilt that smelled of disinfectant, looking outside at a fat female police officer dozing off, a layer of emotion emerged in his heart. It was useless to force myself to calm down and think many times because of the uneasiness and panic at the bottom.

The cold handcuffs were still cuffed to his wrists, reminding him of their existence all the time.

For Zhu Shoucheng, this was really a great insult.

The handcuffs made him unable to think at all. Zhu Shoucheng curled up on the bed, and even couldn't help having the violent idea of ​​wanting to smash it. Bad.

Soon, someone came and pointed at him and murmured a series of words in American dialect, as if they wanted to take him to some kind of "jail".

According to Zhu Shoucheng's English level, it can only be translated as "prison", and he cannot distinguish the difference between this word and "prison".

He had heard of the American police's unrecognizable marksmanship, and knew not to offend them too much, so he had no choice but to follow. Qing waited for his son to pick him up when he found out that something was wrong.

But the further Zhu Shoucheng walked, the more he felt something was wrong.

He was led to a special place where he was given a prison uniform, a towel, and matching shoes.

...How does this seem to mean that he wants to live here for a long time? !

Holding a washbasin, Zhu Shoucheng was pushed into the group cell where six people were imprisoned, and Zhu Shoucheng's hairs stood on end when he saw several ghastly glances from the narrow place.

He pretended to be calm and stepped in, huddled in the only empty bed, writing in his belly, trying to find an excuse for the existence of those things in the computer, not aware of the strangeness of sympathy in the prison guard's contempt for him manner.

Before the door was closed, a short boy came to the door wearing a prison uniform and slippers. He asked the prison guard a few words in Mexican, followed by a change in the way he looked back at Zhu Shoucheng.

The iron gate slammed shut.

Zhu Shoucheng felt that the atmosphere in the small room was weird, so the Mexican boy climbed onto one of the bunks with hands and feet on the floor, and whispered something to the person wrapped in the quilt on the upper bunk.

Zhu Shoucheng pretended not to see it, and didn't want to cause trouble. Who would have thought that not long after he sat down, a tall cloud fell silently beside him.

When Zhu Shoucheng raised his head, he was really startled.

Zhu Shoucheng was already considered tall, but the horse-faced white man was half a head taller than him for some reason.

He was full of superficial ruffianism, and he didn't seem nervous about being locked up. He was obviously a homeless man who deliberately committed small things all the year round so that he could come to the prison to eat and drink: "Sir, what are you doing?" locked in?"

Zhu Shoucheng said succinctly: "A misunderstanding."

The homeless man was a pest, and Zhu Shoucheng refused, but he still approached shamelessly: "Tell me, otherwise it will be boring."

Zhu Shoucheng disliked the taste in his mouth, and said perfunctorily, "There's nothing to say. They searched my home and found some contraband...I didn't mean it."

The homeless man made a hot sucking motion, beckoning him: "Huh?"

Zhu Shoucheng was eager to get rid of him: "It's not taking 'drugs, it's...the computer."

The homeless man suddenly realized: "Oh, let me guess, you have entered a net that you shouldn't have entered."

While talking, the person who was lying on the bed and listening to the Mexican boy just turned over and sat up. He also had a Mexican appearance. The mustache on his chin was messed up like weeds, and he looked like a senior hooligan.

He rubbed the eye feces at the corners of his eyes, and crushed the dirt with his fingertips: "Guys, let's have fun. A pedophile."

Zhu Shoucheng's heart seemed to be filled with lead, and he fell suddenly, making his chest ache: "I...I'm not!"

He saw that the situation was not right, so he naturally didn't expect to use the phrase "love" to convince them.

He stiffened his neck and tried to explain: "I'm not, you misunderstood."

The Mexican boy said in broken English: "We have inquired. You have a lot of photos of Asian children without clothes in your computer. I can't find the source. It is very likely that you took them yourself. Moreover, you used to be a teacher. .”

Zhu Shoucheng's cold sweat broke out immediately.

These people are indeed frequent visitors to the prison, and they are actually familiar with that prison guard!

Just now, the boy was asking the prison guards about the situation...

The bearded man lazily stretched his waist and lay on his side: "Treat him well. Whoever behaves well will be rewarded after he goes out."

Before Zhu Shoucheng realized who the boss in the prison was, the horse-faced white man next to him suddenly turned his face, grabbed his hair, and hit the wall with a slam.

Zhu Shoucheng's head was bumped, and the stars danced in front of his eyes. After a while, he felt the heat flowing from his hair.

He thought it was just his bad luck, if he met an unreasonable bastard, it would be fine if he got hit twice.

However, when his thighs cooled down and he found that his pants had been ripped off, Zhu Shoucheng finally fell into a state of collapse, so that he forgot where it was, and hissed in Chinese: "What are you going to do?! You This is illegal!!"

Several people present looked at each other in blank dismay.

They do not understand.

In their view, this old man is just an old pervert. He doesn't know if he is Japanese or Korean. Anyway, Asians all look the same.

They only know that in their perception, pedophiles in prisons are the bottom of all prisoners, they are garbage, and they can be repaired and played with casually.

Seeing the Mexican boy pick up a mop pole in the corner, Zhu Shoucheng's liver and gallbladder were torn apart. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he broke free from the confinement of the horse's face, threw himself on the door, and slammed on the door desperately, screaming hoarsely: " Come on! The police! Do you care? You—ah!!”

He was dragged back, and he was pushed down on the bed, his face was squeezed out of shape by the bed rails.

Two prison guards not far away vaguely heard Zhu Shoucheng's painful howling like a pig being slaughtered from the cell.

They looked at each other with a normal look on their faces.

"They're working on newcomers again."

"Let them go."

The two shrugged indifferently, and continued to register.

……

the other end.

When Zhu Shoucheng's son and daughter-in-law returned home, they found that their father was not at home and were not paying attention. They thought he had gone out for a walk again. It was not until his son found that Zhu Shoucheng's mobile phone was left at home that he panicked.

This person is unfamiliar with the place, what if he gets lost?

Zhu Shoucheng's son contacted the local police, but was notified of his father's affairs instead.

When he first heard the reason for Zhu Shoucheng's arrest, Zhu Shoucheng's son thought it was a funny joke.

But when the other party ignored their doubts and asked them coldly whether they needed to release Zhu Shoucheng on bail, the husband and wife were both stunned.

After putting down the phone, he fell down on the sofa and spent a full three minutes. Zhu Shoucheng's son still couldn't digest this fact, but after he was in a daze, he immediately took what he thought was the most correct approach.

He rolled up his suit: "I'll go to the police station and release my dad on bail."

However, his wife Amei, who usually praises her father in every possible way, is uncharacteristically: "Wait a minute, let's talk about this matter."

The son said urgently, "Let's talk about it when we come back!"

Amei grabbed him and said, "Sit down for me! Keep your head clear! Your dad...can't be in a hurry to fish out!"

Zhu Shoucheng's son was about to go crazy and shouted, "He's my father! How can I let him suffer in prison?"

The same is true for Amei, and she yelled back: "I know that's your dad! But what about you! You've lost your career? You just arrived in the United States and your career has just started. If someone knows that you have such a pedophile dad, you You also spent a huge amount of bail to release him and file a lawsuit for him, do you want your career?"

The son defended: "My dad is not... He can't be, he is just a nice guy, there must be some misunderstanding—"

Amei: "Don't be stupid! People said that your father first logged on to child pornography websites, downloaded pictures, left a police record with the police, and spied on the children next door, so he came to the house. As a result, In his computer, he found some "teaching plans" of his, and also found pictures of naked children... That computer was brought by your father from China, it looks like a baby, I thought there was something important in it ,did not expect--"

The son insisted: "My dad is really not that kind of person!! He raised me alone, it's not easy for him..."

"You came out to work a long time ago, what do you know about him! Do you really know him?" Amei was terrified, "Your dad used to say that he would come to the United States to raise my children. Now that I think about it, my spine hurts." Breaking out in a cold sweat...can you calm down first, let's discuss it and see if there is a more appropriate way to deal with this matter..."

But no matter how his wife tried to dissuade him, the son rushed to the place where Zhu Shoucheng was detained overnight, wanting to pay bail and release his father.

When they heard the amount of the bail, both the son and Amei froze in place.

... $15.

This simply means that the crime is too serious and the family members are not going to be released on bail!

Upon hearing this number, Amei breathed a sigh of relief.

They have just arrived in the United States, and after buying the house in full, the account deposit that can be withdrawn immediately is less than [-] US dollars, and they can never afford such a high bail.

However, what she never expected was that after hearing the amount, her son picked up his mobile phone and asked his colleagues to borrow money.

Amei pressed down his mobile phone: "Are you sick!?"

Tears welled up in the son's eyes, his appearance as a business elite disappeared, and he scratched his hair: "My dad brought me up with one hand, I can't let him suffer in prison!"

Amei still held his hand, refusing to let go.

The son tried his best to persuade her: "As long as Dad comes out properly, goes to court properly, and settles the matter, the money can be returned! If you don't agree to borrow the money, we will temporarily mortgage the house..."

Hearing this, Ah Mui was furious. She swung the bag and slammed it on her husband's face. The diamond-shaped zipper stabbed a bloody hole in her husband's face, and she left angrily.

After blowing a good cold wind in the night, Amei gradually calmed down, took out her mobile phone from her bag, and called her best girlfriend in China.

"Sister, it's me." Amei turned to look at the police station with lights on, "Are you busy? I might trouble you with something. My father-in-law came to the United States some time ago, and he used to always say that he would do more. A few years ago, now it is suddenly said that the school wants him to retreat to the second line... I feel a little strange, if it is convenient for you, can you help me find out if he is in China... What happened?"