"Didn’t you say it would take a month? What are you doing back in such a hurry?" The old cat sat on the sofa and asked, "Is it ordered by Lao Li?"

"Well," Qin Yu nodded, "Yuan Ke resigned, and there will be some changes in the superintendent’s department. Uncle Li may have arranged for me to go back first, and even worse, I have a baby at home. It’s not a problem that nobody cares for more than three months. I have to go back and arrange him."
"That’s all right," the old cat nodded. "I happened to run the road with Qi Lin during this period, otherwise it would be very troublesome to choose the route every time I deliver the goods."
"It’s good for your father to be able to do something with one heart and one mind." Qin Yu replied with a smile. "Don’t always study bitches. You’re not young."
"Get the fuck away."
"Ha ha, I packed my things and went back to say hello to Coco."
"She said she invited you to dinner before you left."
"What a woman!" Qin Yu grinned. "I’ll call her later and get together later."
……
Feng Bei te yi Jian
Ma Shu is sitting in Datong Shop, beaming at a novel.
"Marco want to eat something later? I’ll let someone buy it for you. "A strong man sat in thick bedding and asked his feet."
"Ha ha, I can’t repay you for always inviting me to dinner." Ma Shu smiled. "Come on, save it. You may still have some time."
"What’s the money for? Isn’t that a flower?" The strong man tilted his body and commented, "Others asked me to invite me, but I didn’t invite you."
"Then you arrange" Ma Shu didn’t melodramatic "the whole what I eat what"
"I’ll take a nap later and have some hard dishes sent in." The strong man finished lying on the ceiling and covered the quilt.
After a while, a security officer came in the corridor outside the prison and shouted "Old horse!" with his back to the iron railing.
"Hey, police officer Wang," Ma Shu stepped forward to meet him with a novel. "What are your instructions?"
"Songjiang people come, wash your face, come to my office for a while and shave. I’ll show you," said the middle-aged police officer lightly.
The old horse is stunned. "Okay, I’m going to wash my face."
……
About half an hour later
Ma Shu was taken out of the prison and put into the police room, and his razor shaved.
"Come and put my clothes on." The police officer took out a set of clean shirts from the cabinet and handed them to Ma Shu.
Ma Shu was stunned. "Hehe, dress me up?"
"You have to be decent when you see your hometown elders," the police officer replied lightly. "You can make do with it."
"Thanks" Ma Shu nodded.
"Nothing," the policeman picked up a cigarette and sat there smoking.
Ma Shu spent three months in Songjiang prison. Relatives and friends looked for a lot of people outside to see him, but because the murder was Xing Hao Longxing, there were also people who said that Ma Shu would be punished. Songjiang people not only didn’t see Ma Shu, but also didn’t even come in to count the coins.
But even so, Ma Shu prison still drinks and sleeps well, and he has made many friends.
In the prison, those criminals who are either vicious gangsters or prisoners who have committed a felony in one mind have great respect for the old horse, including several police officers who have never cleaned up the old man maliciously. Instead, they can take care of him and take care of him more.
What could have happened? Is it because he dares to kill Xing Haosuo that others are afraid of him?
Certainly not
Just now, the strong man who invited the old horse to dinner said, "I’ve been in prison for a month, and the condemned man has seen 50 or 30, but he can still eat, drink and watch before the sentence, and you, Marco, are the only one. With this courage, you can pay for the food before the sentence."
Other prisoners, including prison police officers, have also said to the old horse, "Men, if you are not good at selling drugs, you should be able to play as an individual, but if you dare to sell drugs at a price twice that of Buron Xinghe Yuan, we will give you."
When the grassroots fight against expensive and lose, it often causes the same grassroots people to feel sad, and the price of selling drugs in Songjiang, an old horse, is really enough for many people to respect because he makes money and brings a little warmth to this chaotic era …
The old horse was led out of the office by the police after changing his shirt.
The police officer in the long and narrow corridor asked softly with his hand behind his back, "Was the old horse punished the day before yesterday?"
"Ha ha, you didn’t work that day." The old horse nodded.
"… well," the policeman nodded. "I’ll find you out for a drink later when I’m busy."
"Oh, I’m so happy." The old horse walked over and responded.
Ten minutes later.
The police officer hit the iron gate of the interview room and said softly, "Go in and chat."
The old horse bent down and got into the iron gate. When he looked up, he saw seven people. They were from Songjiang. They were the families of the two tragic patients in the fake drug case. It was they who were angry and called many other patients to smash the Majia warehouse.
These people stayed in wait for a while and looked at the old horse and looked at his feet. At that time, no one had a mouth
Hehe, the old horse smiled when he saw everyone. I haven’t seen an acquaintance for months.
They didn’t say anything.
The probe on the back side of the tempered glass of Laoma asked, "Did the Superintendent of Erlihei Street ask you to go to the closing meeting?"
"Looking for … looking for" is called Er Li Zhongnian callous and nodded his head.
"Is the case clear?" The old horse asked again
"Clear" two Li Yin trembling eyes red with low head replied "old horse we pit you … wronged you"
"Not wronged" The old horse shook his head. "I’ve been in prison for three months, and I just want to see you if I don’t make it clear, even if I go to the underworld, my spine will not be straight."
Everyone is silent.
The old horse bowed his head and licked his chapped lips and suddenly stepped back. "I didn’t sell fake drugs, but you didn’t wronged me. What do you say? Because no matter how this medicine flows out of my old horse’s hand, it also kills your relatives. Others may not care about this, but I mean … Without the help of the old and young guys in Tuzha Street, we guys may have disappeared long ago. "
"Old horse, don’t say that."
"Yes, I don’t know how many people will die without your medicine. We should thank you."
“……！”
The old horse shook his hand and looked at the crowd and said, "I can’t squat because my feet are shackled. Then I’ll bow to you. I’m sorry, old and young. I earned money, but my family didn’t take care of it so that you didn’t have relatives …"
Say that finish the old horse bowed deeply.
They looked at him and cried inexplicably.