I said to him, "Then you can tell me how to clear my guilt? You have all assumed that I am a drug dealer, what should I do?"

He smiled and said patiently: "When it comes to rights protection, just like you just now, resisting, resisting, and even thinking about revenge afterwards, that is useless. The investigators are kind, harsh, cursing, hurting, beating, and even beating. All you can do is to endure. I am not saying that you should swallow your anger, but to cooperate with them in investigating the case. They have assumed that you are a drug trafficker. You should also know that drug trafficking is hateful. You can't have a good face for drug trafficking, and we will not be able to do it. Don't say that, I'm doing it for us.

When the case staff speaks, I am actually helping you. First, protect yourself. At this time, you are found to be carrying drugs and you are already a major suspect. You must explain the situation to the case handlers and cooperate with their work. As long as you are willing to cooperate, you will not suffer any pain as you just now. Then, you must think carefully and tell the case handlers that all the details are told to the case handlers. Moreover, at this time, the case handlers should have checked all the call records, text messages, etc. in your mobile phone. Of course, I hope that your mobile phone will not have any doubts now."

I said, "I didn't hand over my phone to you? Even if you get the phone I put, you can't unlock it."

He said: "We have a way to find out. It's easy to unlock the lock."

I was stunned!

These guys are really going against the will of heaven.

How do you find out where my phone is placed? I put my phone in the youth hostel. Did they really get my phone?

I asked again: "You said it's true and fake. Have you got my phone?"

He said: "Yes, I guess I've read it almost all. We've checked all your communication records and text messages recently."

I said, "It's amazing."

He said: "If you have frequent calls with some numbers on your mobile phone and have many call records, but we cannot find who this number is, the number holder, or some strange text messages, then the situation will be very unfavorable to you. If not, congratulations, half of your suspicion has been washed away. As for how to cooperate later, the case handlers will teach you how to do it. To put it bluntly, it is even more digging ancestral graves than digging ancestral graves and digging three feet of ground. It will be inconvenient to tell you how to investigate. But as long as you cooperate, theoretically, there is very few cases of wronged accusation. Anyway, it is a waste of time, but there is no way. This kind of thing is troublesome. Who made you bump into it? What you have to do is to be patient, calm down, accept the investigation, and cooperate with the staff to investigate. If you are beaten and feel wronged and want to protect your rights, you can go to a lawyer later."

After listening to his words, I felt a lot of pressure.

They checked my phone, but couldn't find any call records and text messages about whom I wanted to sell drugs. That wasn't a suspicion that half of it was washed away.

However, the so-called washing away half is just half.

I asked, "Even if there is no call record or text message, I can't find who is hiding the drug inside, then I am still a suspect. I am still regarded as the biggest suspect, right? I will still be sentenced, right?"

"The chances of this happening are very small," he said.

I said to myself helplessly: "There is still a chance, I may be one of them."

In case of my case, suspected of drug trafficking is a serious criminal crime and has always been the target of severe crackdown. No one knows that drug carrying will not be dealt with incurable crimes, but sufficient evidence must be proved that you do not know or have nothing to do with the shipper; you do not know or have nothing to do with the consignee; you do not know or have nothing to do with the consignee; you do not know or have nothing to do with the consignee; you do not know what the consigned items are, etc., not only to say, there are other personal or physical evidence.

Now, who do I have to prove that I am innocent?

I asked, "Brother, can you tell me what your name is? If you can go out for nothing, I will invite you to have a drink."

He said, "Let's talk about it when you're fine."

He went out.

Not long after, a new round of interrogation began to be conducted on me, and of course, I still couldn't find anything.

I didn't hide poison, what can I find when I interrogate?

But the poison is there, and whoever does it must have a trap.

Fortunately, it is not heroin, but methamphetamine, and the amount is not very large, but it can also be sentenced to more than seven years in prison.

They revealed to me that the driver and Meizi insisted that they knew nothing.

I also insisted that I didn't know anything.

Three people are the biggest suspects, and all three people are suspicious.

No one knows who did it.

What I still doubt is whether someone actually went into my office to change a cigarette or something.

But it won't be so short.

Alas, my heart is so tired.

All night long, I was having nightmares, especially the last one, which just woke me up.

I dreamed that my family, parents, and sister were standing by the road to see me off.

I was escorted in a truck, tied up on the back, escorted by the armed police, and then a sign on my chest, drawing an x, and then drove all the way over. The first thing I saw was the people from the village, then the whole class of elementary school, then the junior high school, then the high school, and then the college class. They were all looking at me quietly. My parents, sisters and family chased me and cried and shouted my name. I cried and shouted to them that I was going to get off the bus, and I wouldn't go.

Then someone stopped the car. What I saw was a group of women such as Li Yangyang, Xie Danyang, Lin Xiaoling, Helanting, Liu Zhihui, etc., and then someone shouted, "Shooting!"

The camera was switched directly to being covered with head, and then, with a bang, my back hurt so much.

I woke up all of a sudden, and my body was covered in sweat.

Oh shit.

Too scary!

I fell asleep against the wall, I was handcuffed, my back hurt so much, so I had that nightmare.

Alas, it's so fucking scary.

I felt the pain of being sentenced to death one time.

Perhaps, being beaten to death is not that scary, but the fear before being beaten to death is really scary. I feel like I almost wet my pants.

Being imprisoned.

I felt so uncomfortable when I watched the lights outside shine in.

I should have followed Xue Mingmei at the beginning and stopped working. I went outside to find a job for washing a car, which is better than now. What have I lost now?

If the crime is convicted, not to mention how many years of imprisonment I suffered, even the discrimination of my family and myself from the world will be enough to make me unable to raise my head.

Alas, if I go out, I will stop doing it!

I really quit.

I feel uncomfortable.

It was only in the morning that someone took me to the bathroom and then returned to this broken place and had breakfast.

After eating, I waited for them to continue to interrogate.

As a result, it passed early in the morning. At noon, I came to deliver the meal again, but there was no interrogation.

I was surprised and asked the policeman who delivered the meal to me. The policeman was not the one he said to me yesterday. He just said he didn't know and left.

Then, I took a nap.

On the cold ground.

Fortunately it's not winter.

Damn it, why is it so cruel that I don’t even give me a quilt, this kind of place is so disgusting.

Fortunately, there are no mosquitoes.

Everything is OK.

I think it should be better than going to prison.

In the afternoon, the door opened.

The three people who came in were all policemen. They looked like old policemen, about fifty years old, with a majestic look on their faces, they were police officers.

As soon as the three of them came in, the smell of the air changed.

Become serious.

Become crowded.

I feel a little uncomfortable.

The three of them sat in that place again.

I sat in front of them.

The man in the middle said, "Zhang Fan, right?"

This sound hit the ground sound.

A tone for interrogating prisoners?

As soon as he spoke, this majesty scared the suspect.

I said, "Yes, I am Zhang Fan."

He showed me his police officer certificate, and before I could see it clearly, he said, "This case will be handled later."

I don't know what's going on, just said oh.

He said, "Just tell me honestly, how did you hide the drugs and go to jail!"

Damn, I saw that he was like this, and I thought I had to investigate the case well and made me feel guilty, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I decided that I was hiding the drug, and I was hiding the drug!

I said, "I don't! I'm innocent!"

He said: "Many drug traffickers will not admit that they are dealing drugs. Do you have evidence to prove that you are innocent?"

The one on the left said: "Be honest and lenient, resist strictness. You work in prison, and you won't be confused about this principle! Don't regret it after a heavy sentence at that time, that's useless!"

I said, "I didn't do it at all, why do I have to confess! What do I confess! I have never done it!"

He said, "Did you just confess if we have to issue evidence?"

I asked, "What evidence? Do you have evidence of my crime?"

In this atmosphere, if I have really done anything criminal, I will say it, but I really haven't done it, how can I deal with it?

The man in the middle said: "There is a witness who has witnessed you brought items similar to drugs into the dormitory. We checked your dormitory and found a powder substance similar to methamphetamine!"

My heart suddenly sank to the bottom. In order to frame me, these people even put methamphetamine in my dormitory. Isn’t they going to kill me completely?

Can I go out safely?

It's no longer possible.

I'm really desperate.

When I was falling into the abyss, someone knocked in and said a few words in the ear of the person who interrogated me, and then he said, "What, flour!"

I suddenly raised my head, did you say that the things in my dormitory were flour?
Chapter completed!