Tang Ying was disturbed by his unrestrained eyes. She couldn't stay in this place anymore. If this continues, she doesn't know what frivolous words he will say. This guy's transformation is too fast and she can't adapt. She just wants to escape from this ghost place now.

Tang Ying stood up, looked at him a little unnaturally, and said softly: "I... leave..."

"Good night, have a good dream, it's best to dream of me." Zhang Ziwen did not try to keep him, but his explicit words were said without any mistake.

"Don't talk nonsense." Tang Ying's face was blushing. She didn't dare to face him now. She walked towards the door as if she had escaped.

"Tang Ying... Remember my words, I... love... Ziwen looked at her slender and perfect back and called out softly, with deep affection, and he released the emotions in his heart without reservation.

Tang Ying's legs were weak by these hot words, and her heart was beating. The hand on the doorknob couldn't use any strength. He was so arrogant that he dared to call his name directly. But his words "eshu Sky" were deeply affectionate and "just be happy to sort out" shocked her heart. She longed to hear it, but wanted to escape. Her beautiful face was so red. She felt breathless and suffocating. She struggled. She was helpless and tolerated his presumptuousness. She couldn't betray her heart because her heart loved this tormenting little guy deeply...

She left, leaving a faint intoxicating fragrance, which added a little warmth to the cold interrogation room. Zhang Ziwen* sat on the chair, sucking cigarettes, his deep eyes had not dissipated, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips. He knew in his heart that the defense net compiled by Tang Ying was not unbreakable. He had already felt Tang Ying's true feelings for him. At this moment, his heart was filled with excitement and tenderness. He believed that as long as he pursued hard, the beautiful and noble Tang Ying would open his heart for him one day. He believed that one day he would hug her perfect body, kiss her, love her, and love her...

The warm and pleasant mood is always short. He was soon interrupted by the romantic feelings of several uniformed policemen who came in. Zhang Ziwen smiled bitterly. He was forced to return to reality. He was still in prison. Maybe he had to stay in prison for 10 years. He didn't understand the laws of the United States. He didn't care much before saying his heart. He firmly believed in his innocence. However, now he had an idea. The heart that he didn't care much had a desire for the first time, and he wanted to leave the prison detention because he had to leave precious time to pursue his love. Tang Ying, when I came out, Zhang Ziwen was silently thinking in his heart...

Zhang Ziwen's identity is clear, and well-known people are well-known to the world. However, the police no longer take him seriously as before. His face, which is familiar to the world, is there. The police are not worried that he will escape from prison and resist. They casually lined up several policemen to escort him to the 5th Prison in New York. The New York police's explanation is clear. The police will formally accused Zhang Ziwen of assaulting and injuring people. During this period, he has to be temporarily detained in the 5th Prison. Before going to court, he has been disqualified from bail. If he wants to restore his freedom, he may have to wait until the court is acquitted.

Zhang Ziwen cooperated very well. With Tang Ying outside to help, he didn't need to do so many things. All he could do is wait with peace of mind. He even had a little self-comfort in his heart. He could take this opportunity to take a good rest. Zhang Ziwen was a little depressed that since he changed his mind, he seemed to have many troubles, one after another, and many major things that hurt the bones. He felt that he hadn't had much rest in the past six months, and this trouble seemed to be the easiest thing. As the person involved, he didn't have to work hard for himself. Everything was with Tang Ying, who had super capable. Zhang Ziwen laughed at himself and said that he was on vacation in prison...

The famous celebrity with positive influence is treated well. Without the service of handcuffs and shackles, the police escorting Zhang Ziwen are friendly to him. They talked about it all the way. These American police learned a lot of his legendary stories from TV a while ago. They were full of curiosity about Zhang Ziwen and admired his kung fu. Zhang Ziwen was easy-going and quickly got along with these policemen. With a good social foundation, Zhang Ziwen made small requests in time. He needed cigarettes. If he had no cigarettes in prison, it would have cost him his life. His request was quickly met. Several cigarettes had been handed to him. The police paid the bill. It seemed that these policemen really admired him...

The fifth prison belongs to the category of federal prisons. In addition to being a suspect waiting to go to court, there are also many serious criminals. According to common sense, Zhang Ziwen, as a suspect to be tried, should be detained in the New York local detention center. However, as a crime city, the local detention center has long been overcrowded and has to be sent to this federal prison where serious criminals are imprisoned. Even this federal prison that can accommodate more than 50,000 people is unprecedentedly prosperous. The United States has always claimed to be a paradise for free people. The overcrowding of prisons is a wonderful irony. The frequent exposure of prison violence and prison abuse has made the freedom, which claims to be the supreme priority of human rights, and the face of freedom.

As a suspect and serious criminal, no matter how high your status, how famous you are, or how much money you have, you have to follow the rules of the prison. Take off your clothes and search, disinfect, shower, and change your prison uniform. Zhang Ziwen is lucky. He was not examined and was not poked by the prison police with his fingers wearing surgical gloves for anal examination. Someone is easy to do, and this is the same in any country. With the care of escorting the police, Zhang Ziwen avoided the most embarrassing inspection process, and the cigarettes he carried were not confiscated by the prison guards.

After changing his prison uniform, Zhang Ziwen was arranged to have a small single-room iron prison without having to squeeze into a big shop. Zhang Ziwen was secretly happy. He had heard of many scandals in American prisons. He didn't care much about bloody and violent conflicts between prisoners, but he was not able to endure it when encountering perverted prisoners who love sodomy and venting. Legend has it that there are many such people in American prisons. It's better to lock in a single room so that they won't be able to fight when they are harassed. If they get rid of a few more, they will be troublesome if they are punished.

The single trumpet was on the third floor underground. When I took the open elevator, the lights in the underground building emitted dim light, steel windows and iron doors, and a smell of mold and bad smell, giving people a gloomy feeling, and the guard was extremely strict. Under the guidance of the prison guard, Zhang Ziwen passed 5 thick gates and passed through several dim underground corridors to reach the trumpet he belonged to. The trumpet was very simple, with a fixed small iron bed, pillows, blankets, and thin quilts on the bed. There was also a flush toilet in the corner of the room, next to it was a washing table. Zhang Ziwen put the towels, toothpaste, toothbrush and other toiletries distributed by the prison. He walked back to the small iron bed and lay down, and a familiar feeling surged in his heart.

This is the second time that Zhang Ziwen enjoys a single trumpet. Wu Min was taken into the Zhonghai Detention Center once. This time it was in the United States. However, most people in the United States cannot enjoy a single trumpet. Single trumpets are usually imprisoned for extreme repetitions. Once Zhang Ziming is guilty of being executed, he will definitely be able to meet the conditions. He will be given a small trumpet. Just treat him as he adapts to the environment in advance. Zhang Ziwen is indeed very adaptable. As soon as he enters the trumpet, he falls asleep. He sleeps soundly and sleeps until the lunch time of the next day...

Lunch is a little more abundant than what he enjoys in a domestic detention center, including bread, ham sausage, and a large bowl of potato soup. Zhang Ziwen is not very particular about diet. After all, he is in prison. It is good to have oily and moisturize it, but it is really not good to be in prison. The small trumpet is so big and the lights are dim. The only watch that can watch time has been detained and stored because it is a metal object. Zhang Ziwen can only distinguish the bad smell of day and night by lunch. He may be able to bear the small space, but the repetitioners who are detained in the neighboring area make the venting strange sounds from time to time. It is simply unbearable for him to bear it.'

Fortunately, the prison guards did not forget that Zhang Ziwen was just a suspect waiting for trial. Just when Zhang Ziwen was bored and difficult, the prison guards opened his trumpet and he had 3 hours of time to let the air, which was happy. Zhang Ziwen was really afraid that he would keep him in this dark place in the dark place. Now, the prison guards told him that he had 3 hours of time to let the air, which was available every day. Zhang Ziwen was so happy that he could at least endure 3 hours of howling ghosts and wolves.

The sun is shining brightly and the air is fresh. When Zhang Ziwen came out of the ground and saw the sun again, his first move was to stretch his arms, close his eyes, and his nose was used to raising his nose, greedily smelling the fresh air, and relaxing his body to enjoy this rare sun shower. Freedom is precious. Zhang Ziwen had a deep understanding of this moment...

It’s not that he owns cigarettes alone. Zhang Ziwen saw that many prisoners were venturing outside were holding cigarettes. He didn’t intend to hide his own words. He took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a sip and took a good sip. It felt good to smoke in the fresh air. Every cigarette he smoked in the underground trumpet, he had to endure the cigarette he sucked in was mixed with moldy breath.

There are many white and black people in this prison. Prisoners like Zhang Ziwen, who have Asian faces, seem to have not seen much. Zhang Ziwen sat in a quiet place, and he didn't want to get close to any prisoners. He sat alone on a mound to enjoy sunbathing and enjoyed himself in smoking cigarettes.

The cigarette is good, but Zhang Ziwen doesn't know that smoking is not the patent of every prisoner. The prisoners who are qualified to smoke in broad daylight are prisoners' heads. It's not that the prison guards do not allow it, but the unwritten rules set by the prison prison boss. Most of these prisoners are extremely vicious people sentenced to heavy sentences. Zhang Ziwen smokes so well, but he doesn't know that trouble is approaching.

It is not easy for Zhang Ziwen to not attract attention. She has an Asian face and is quite handsome. What is even more noticeable is that she is still holding a cigarette in her mouth and squinting her eyes. The sunbathing makes his expression comfortable and enjoys it. It gives people the feeling that he is not like a prisoner. Just like he comforts himself, he is on vacation. When a group of prisoners approaching sees Zhang Ziwen's virtue, everyone's hands are itchy.

"Hey...boy..." A prisoner walking in the front screamed fiercely, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.

When Zhang Ziwen heard this, his squinting eyes opened slightly. When he saw many prisoners of different heights, fat and thin standing in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned. It was not that he didn't feel someone approaching. He thought that he was a prisoner passing by and was too lazy to open his eyes. He hid the quiet and didn't provoke anyone, but looking at the expressions of the prisoners in front of him, it seemed that he was here to provoke him.

"... Are you calling me?" Zhang Ziwen used English. He quickly determined the prisoner who disturbed his quietness. He looked at him. He had a bald head, with a fat face and a beard, his small eyes emitted a fierce light, his face was ferocious and abominable, and his body was thick and strong. Zhang Ziwen knew at a glance that the bald head had many crimes on his back.

"Damn, who did you call you? Get out of here." The bald man's voice was hoarse and his voice was loud.

"Get away, don't mess with me." Zhang Ziwen became angry. He could understand the bald swear words and responded in English. He never knew what kind of politeness means to be such a scumbag.

"Damn it, I deserve a beating!" The bald man was indeed a villain. It seemed that he was not his style when he moved his mouth. He swung his thick arm and pinched his big hand towards Zhang Ziwen's neck. As long as he pinched his neck, he would hit his head hard with his big fist. He often used this move and subdued many prisoners who he disliked, and tried every time he tried it.

His hands were about to touch Zhang Ziwen's neck, and the bald eyes showed a smug and ferocious look. He seemed to have seen Zhang Ziwen's deformed face being beaten, but at this moment, his eyes showed a look of surprise. Without Zhang Ziwen's movement, the bald wrist had been firmly pinched by Zhang Ziwen. Zhang Ziwen often used this trick. He only needed to twist it, and he would break the bald wrist incorrectly, but he just controlled his wrist. He didn't want to hurt anyone.

"Get out, finally, I warn you not to provoke me again." Zhang Ziwen stood up and prepared to leave.

The pressure on his wrist disappeared, and the bald man was stunned. Seeing that Zhang Ziwen wanted to leave, he was not willing to let Zhang Ziwen go, who looked gentle. He didn't believe that he could not beat him. The evil man's aggressive nature was revealed. He had no extra words, and shouted loudly and rushed towards Zhang Ziwen.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ziwen cursed in his heart. When he was close, his body slipped along with his direction, and his bald body slid across him. Zhang Ziwen kicked his fat butt effortlessly. The bald body flew out, and the dust gradually flew, and his coarse body was already lying a few meters away.
Chapter completed!