C265 Who is protecting me from the shadows

This question had already appeared the last time I jumped out of the car.

And the only person who knew of this secret, other than the Tan Clan, was probably Yin Yijie.

Yin Yijie actually told him this, what did he mean?

I told Tinker...

Chaos, confusion, confusion …

He could pull some strings just by making a few twists and turns, and then he would be worth a million and eight hundred thousand yuan? Well, maybe.

It was said that if someone picked up a star's clothes, shoes and socks, they would be worth tens of thousands.

Well, if Yin Yijie threatened the Tan Clan and said that it was done by the Tan Clan, then there must be a problem since the Public Security Bureau doesn't even have such a powerful weapon.

His brain was muddled, and he was unable to think clearly.

Or a simple question: how much was my relationship with Tadashi worth?

I don't know. My life is still worth this amount of money. Interesting.

I said,

"Then what are you going to do with me?"

That's the point, isn't it? No matter how confused he was, he could think about it later. This question was more urgent.

Yong He seemed to be a little disappointed. He shook his head and said:

"The court will probably be in session in the next few days, so I will be taking charge of everything. I hope that you won't be nervous and don't speak carelessly. Is it schizophrenia, you and I know, OK? Be a bit more grown-up and calm. "

"How long are you going to keep me? I still don't understand why I had to go to jail. "

A purely academic point of view, I ask.

"As for the specific timing, we'll have to wait for the judgement." "As for why, it might not be safe if you go now …"

Yong He started to phrase again.

I raised my hand to stop him from writing any official articles. What exactly was the time waiting for a verdict? 90% of the time, he already knew that, but he didn't want to say it. A lawyer wouldn't leave a single loophole.

Anyway, I said, "Is it safe here? "Don't tell me you don't know …"

Yong He finally started to puke. Feeling depressed, he rubbed his forehead and said in distress:

Alright, I know, I know what's going on here. Still, it was better than being outside. At least, if you were here, no one would ask you whether you were in jail or a prison, or a prison, or a detention facility. "Who can tell these things apart, and all they say is, 'Go to jail, all right,'"

"Others can only say, 'How pitiful, you're in jail.'" There was a lot of debate, but at least one point, almost no one would bother you or make things difficult for you anymore. You're not really a schizophrenia. I use the word 'probably' when I use it. With your intelligence, you shouldn't have missed it. Thus, staying here for a period of time and then going out after the limelight has passed, everyone can talk, alright? I beg of you. Initially, he had arranged everything well, but one by one, he was caught off guard. [Let's not talk about what happened earlier. We just saw you walking in and got Deus. That's good enough. After a few days, there's a fight again. Are you going to kill him?] Endure it if you can. After this incident is over, you can make a fuss no matter what you want, ah … "I don't know how he got into trouble with you."

What do you mean by that? Even if I were to squat here, I would be in the same situation. Other than me being patient, everyone else would be fine. Aren't I in trouble?

Looking up, I said,

"I really wanted to stab someone that day. Are you asking for a lawyer's fee for poking someone in the face? Or is it just not possible anymore? "

Yong He was so angry that he jumped, looked at me, gritted his teeth and said:

"Eight hundred thousand! Let's do it!" "Eight hundred thousand! Let's do it!" So be good and don't cause me any trouble. Otherwise, if I find someone to beat you up, do you believe me? "

I nodded my head. I had found too many people to beat me up. As for whether or not I could beat him up, that would depend on my own abilities.

Yong He waved his hand, and said with some helplessness:

"Saying so, I have to stay for a while longer. If there's anything I need, I'll do my best."

Well, it's a good thing, I almost forgot.

I tilted my head and looked at him.

"Reading." Get me more books if you want to read them. If you spend your time reading books, you will naturally not have the time to cause trouble. "

Yong He waved his hand, rubbed his forehead, then ignored me and left.

He didn't forget to flick my desk as he walked to the door, while piling up a decent pile.

Hehe.

Reading books in the jail, I guess no one has ever done it before, haha...

Leaning against the window, I thought about it intermittently for three days. I also didn't fully understand the specific meaning behind Yong He's words and his customer's words.

However, no one came to disturb my peaceful life. Thus, I continued to sit in my 'prison' with peace of mind.

It's a very high level, and I'm short on time. I don't have time to make wild guesses or prepare to escape.

Reading books.

Liu sir and the other prison guards seemed to tacitly accept my condition. Other than the time at dinner and when I would head out to take a look at the scenery, the rest of the time I would be reading in my room. This was called leisure, and it was not much different from school.

Yong He, you actually still remember my request. Less than a week after we left, someone brought me a case of books, a case of beer, and a box of books.

Not to mention the Constitution and Civil Law, there was also a bunch of Company Law, Contract Law, Advertising Law, Foreign Trade Law, Procedure Law, Personal Income Tax Law, International Law... It would not be an exaggeration to say that it is varied.

Along the way, there was also "Principles of Philosophy", "Li Taibai Collection", "Classic of Poetry", "Collection of Flying Birds". Ahhh, these are all my books...

"My house!"

How long has it been since I've had this concept?

I, leave … How long has it been?

Four months was almost five months, right? Heh …

"My home." What a beautiful word.

What does the sudden appearance of these books mean? Of course, these must be the books from there, because I usually only use a pencil to make the simplest and most detailed marks on the book …

Or were those the books I kept in the hotel? Yin Yijie had just transferred it over, what did that mean?

Stimulate my nerves?

Or angered me?

Whoa, I was so happy back then. Sitting on the sofa on the balcony, basking in the sun, eating cashew nuts and facing the tea flowers …

If you want to use the past to provoke me, then use the means to do so, but … I don't care.

Everything in the past was originally another person's charity, I don't care about it at all.

I'm not trying to get it myself, so I'm leaving, no need to say that.

It had to be said that Yin Yijie was the most obscure abstract school master.

Sigh, perhaps, this was how the upper class socialized with each other.

All sorts of scheming and scheming. Wasn't everyone just guessing?

Did he want to use these books to express his feelings?

These books are too fragile. They probably won't be able to support this content.

In spite of these useless thoughts, all I cared about was reading, and who cares what the metaphysical form might do.

The book had a face like jade, the book had a golden house, and it was good as long as there was a book.

The Jiejie had grown up and was more active, but it also became more sensible.

When I was reading, he played by himself at the door.

When I took the opportunity to take him out for a stroll, I started to have fun, happily wanting to pick the moon.

He must sleep on the same pillow as me at night.

Every night when he took a bath, he would also wash it clean. Before going to bed, he would wipe his paws with a wet towel.

Wu, there are dogs and books, this kind of life, more carefree like a god.

August 15th, not the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The sky was sunny, the sun shone like the sun and the sun shone like the sun. Summer's golden color, the color of my Jiejie also became brighter, until it was as bright as the sun.

That's right, ever since counsel, Yong He, came here, Jiejie and I have had our food improved.

Leaving aside the steamed buns and eggs, there were only three dishes in the afternoon and one soup in the evening. As for the dishes, one was pure meat, one was meat, and the other was vegetables.

The cafeteria said that Jiejie is currently growing up. Aside from a normal meal in the morning and night, they have to come to my place to eat.

So, in less than half a month, Jiejie had a long and hairy body, and was extremely handsome.

"Jiejie!"

Most of the people who came greeted me at the door didn't dare to come in and disturb my reading. Otherwise, they would definitely be bitten by Jiejie.

My family's Jiejie is very obedient. Although they know that I can still read if they don't argue, but they still stood up, opened the door, and went out …

"Wuwuwu …"

Something's wrong, the Jiejie warned me carefully.

If they brought food here, the Jiejie would definitely smell it, accept it, and close the door.

This meant that he needed me to answer. There was something he needed me to do.

Jiejie, this dog baby, couldn't help but make people's heart ache.