There was a heated discussion outside.
The police station's dark room was silent.
It was almost dinnertime, but Zhang Ye had eaten quite a bit in the afternoon. He had nearly finished the three dishes and soup. Now, he was even burping.
There were two other people in the room. One was the old policeman, and the other was Superintendent Song.
The old policeman was a bit angry, "Zhang Ye! Who allowed you to recite such a poem? "
Zhang Ye said amused, "I was in the mood to recite, so I said whatever I wanted to say. Do I need others to stop me from writing poems?"
Superintendent Song angrily slammed the table three times, "But the poem you wrote does not match the situation at all! It's all nonsense and maliciously smearing the reputation! "
Hur Hur.
You also know what maliciously smearing the reputation means?
Zhang Ye said shamelessly, "No? How would I dare to smear the reputation of a government agency? I was just in the mood to recite a poem. I didn't mean anything else. Do you understand art? Do you understand literature? This comes from life and is higher than life. It needs the appropriate artistic processing! "
The old policeman said angrily, "But you are making us very passive now!"
Zhang Ye looked at him, "It was you who made me passive first, alright? You can pat your chest and ask yourselves, was your previous investigation objective? Was your ass upright? You just wanted to casually charge me with a crime from the beginning. You did not care if I was a Good Samaritan, so I couldn't do anything about it. I just casually recited a poem to express my emotions. Only the officials are allowed to set fires, but you don't allow the commoners to light their lamps? "
"You …" The old policeman stood up angrily.
Superintendent Song was also infuriated by Zhang Ye's attitude. Just before he entered the dark room, Superintendent Song had received a few calls from the branch's Leader. They asked him about the entire situation and even scolded him. This made Superintendent Song very passive. And when he went online to take a look, he was shocked. Now, the internet and Beijing's community forums were filled with Zhang Ye's matter. He did not know where so many people came from, but they were all helping Zhang Ye seek justice. They were even shouting for the police station to immediately release him. Zhang Ye was, after all, a public figure. Furthermore, the incident of him saving a fan's life had not completely subsided. Everyone was still paying close attention to it. Now that such an incident had suddenly popped up, the buzz around him would naturally continue again! Therefore, their police station was suddenly pushed to the teeth of the storm! The eyes of the entire capital seemed to fall on them in an instant! Let's see how they deal with this!
Thorns?
Trying to act shamelessly?
I'm not afraid of that!
He even wanted to teach Zhang Ye a lesson, "No matter what you say, we still have to investigate. We still have to do official business. We can't relax with you just because you are a public figure. It's because you are a celebrity that we have to be stricter with you. This is because your every move is being watched. You have the responsibility to set an example."
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Then my role model is to admit that I'm not guilty of anything?"
"You didn't do anything wrong?" Superintendent Song stared and said, "Then let me ask you! Who hit Wang Cen? "
Zhang Ye retorted sarcastically, refusing to back down, "Then I also want to ask you. Why did I hit that Wang Cen?"
Superintendent Song said, "He was injured by you and is hospitalized. You have broken the law. Whatever you say is useless! Let me tell you, Zhang Ye! I've seen my fair share of hooligans! It doesn't matter if you are one more! If you were to tell the truth now, we can still negotiate. We can even reduce your punishment! Your parents have just been here. Even if you don't think for yourself, you should think for your parents. Are you going to let them live in fear outside? Tell the truth! Or you will bear the consequences! "
Zhang Ye smiled slightly, "Then I really want to see how you will make me bear the consequences!"
Superintendent Song said coldly, "Don't think that you can be saved just because you have a few fans! The law is looking at you! "
Zhang Ye also looked at him, "Don't think that you can break the law just because you are wearing this police uniform! The people are looking at you! "
"You f * * king …" Superintendent Song nearly cursed, but quickly stopped himself. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. It was too infuriating! This Zhang guy was too infuriating, "Alright, you are a broadcasting host. We can't beat you in an argument, but don't even think of leaving! Go reflect on yourself in this small dark room! When did you ever want to admit your mistakes!? When are you going to look for me again!? I'll be waiting for you in the office! "
Zhang Ye smiled without saying a word.
The old policeman said, "Superintendent, should we …"
"Let's go." Superintendent Song did not say another word and left with his men.
With a bang, the door was slammed from the outside and locked tightly!
Zhang Ye was the only one left in the room. He sat on the ground and touched his pocket. His cellphone had been taken away. With nothing to do, he could only close his eyes and take a nap.
Slowly.
The sky was already dark.
Many people had gotten off work. The police station was even more deserted.
Zhang Ye could not sleep, so he opened his eyes again. At this moment, the door was opened.
The old policeman walked in and threw a piece of bread and a bottle of mineral water at him, "Have you thought of how to answer to the problem? You might get a lighter sentence if you say it! "
Zhang Ye picked up the bread, "I've thought of how to eat."
"Stubborn? Alright! " The old policeman closed the door and left. He did not believe it. He wanted to see how long this pampered celebrity could last!
Outside, the policewoman also came.
"Little Lei, it's time to knock off. Why are you here? It's not like you are on duty today. "The old policeman frowned.
The policewoman ignored him and squeezed in, "I'm here to deliver food to Zhang Ye."
"Why? I'm here, and you still want to break the rules? "The old policeman reprimanded," You are a policeman. How can you deliver food to a criminal? "
"Who's the criminal? This isn't even clear yet! "The policewoman did not back down.
The old policeman said, "I've already delivered food to him. It's none of your business!"
The policewoman stared, "What kind of food is that crappy bread called?"
"Everyone who comes here eats this. Why?" The old policeman said unhappily.
Zhang Ye very naturally opened the bread and said to the policewoman outside, "Comrade Little Lei, it's fine. The bread smells quite fragrant to me. Let me try it." He opened the wrapper and pinched it. It was a little hard, "Oh, French bread?" He lowered his head and took a bite. Then, Zhang Ye said happily, "Ha, I never expected the food in our police station to be so good? The bread is so delicious? Where did you buy it from? I'll buy a box of it when I get out. It tastes really good. Oh, fragrant! "
The old policeman was stunned. This was delicious? He felt that Zhang Ye was being stubborn. Even a typical thief would not be able to stand their food, much less a celebrity like him!
But in fact, Zhang Ye really found it delicious. He had been a child of a poor family since he was young. The old policeman thought that he lived like a prince? Actually, it was all nonsense. When Zhang Ye was in primary school, he could not even afford to drink milk. If not, how could he be so short? Later on, when he started earning money, Zhang Ye did not have much of an interest in eating. He was used to living a simple and hard life. Ignoring everything else, just eating instant noodles alone, who could eat instant noodles every day for a week and still be able to swallow it? Zhang Ye could! He was not picky. Besides, this fellow had been short on money recently. They even provided food, so of course he was very happy eating.
The old policeman did not believe it and stared at the window for a long time.
However, Zhang Ye really ate the entire bread with relish. Finally, he poured the crumbs from the bag into his mouth.
The policewoman looked at him with admiration. He was indeed Teacher Zhang Ye!
The old policeman did not say another word. "Let's go. It's time to knock off!"
… …
8 PM.
Zhang Ye knew that he would be spending the night here. You're not letting me go, right? You want to force me to confess? Alright, looks like "My Confession" was not strong enough. Your police station's ability to take a beating is very strong. Following that, Zhang Ye, who had eaten and drunk his fill, stood up, patted the dirt off his buttocks and looked around. He found a rock that could not be any smaller. He picked it up and weighed it in his hand. It was not bad.
Suddenly, there was a huge commotion outside the door!
"Police comrade, please accept an interview!"
"May I know where Zhang Ye is being held? Let us in! "
"We want to interview Teacher Zhang! Our newspaper has already sent out an interview letter! "
The reporters had actually come again. From the sound of it, there were two to three times more people than in the afternoon. And it seemed like there were even cameras. Even the television station's people had come!
Zhang Ye understood. It must have been because of the commotion caused by his "My Confession" in the afternoon. It had attracted so much attention from society. They came just in time!
A few policemen on duty went to stop them.
"Why are you all here again?"
"You still want to force your way in? Do you believe I won't take you all away? "
"The interview letter has not been accepted by the Leader! All of you, get out! "
The three policemen clearly could not stop more than twenty reporters. They all rushed in together. "Where's Zhang Ye? Where is Zhang Ye being held? Ah! He's here! He's here! He seems to be writing something! Quickly take a picture! "
There was a light in the small dark room. It was not bright, but it was enough to see things.
Zhang Ye knew that the reporters were standing outside the door. He could not help but face the wall with a small rock. He closed his eyes and prepared for a moment. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and used the rock to write two words on the wall — "Prisoner's Song"!
You want me to confess?
If I confess, I'll get a light sentence?
I can walk out just by lowering my head?
Zhang Ye sneered. He forcefully wrote on the wall word by word:
The door for people to enter and exit is locked,
The hole for dogs to crawl out is wide open,
A voice shouted:
Crawl out, I'll give you freedom!
I long for freedom,
But I know deep down —
How can a human body crawl out of a dog's hole!
I hope that one day,
The underground fire,
Will burn me along with this living coffin,
I should obtain eternal life in fire and hot blood!
… …
Every word seemed to be filled with anger! It was exactly the same as "My Confession"! It also had a fearless spirit of facing death unflinchingly!
Zhang Ye had eaten a Calligraphy Skill Book before. Even if he used a rock to write, his words were still very good. Every word was written with large strokes and fonts!
It was like a letter written in blood. It was a ghastly sight!
The reporters were stirred once again. "Quick! Quick! Take a picture! "
"Where's the light?"
"It's too dark! Use a light! "
"The one with the light was intercepted by the police!"
"Let's use our cell phones to illuminate! Quick! We have to take a picture! "
"Right, there's a flashlight on our cell phones!"
At this moment, the reporters worked together and cooperated. It was not for anything else, but for this great poem that had once again appeared in the world — "Prisoner's Song"!
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