[Weekly Task {3} - As the spokesperson for suspense and thriller, you need to go to the police station to report in advance and look familiar with each other, which will be beneficial to future development.]

[It has been detected that it has entered the Nancaimen Street Police Station of Haiguang Municipal Public Security Bureau, and the current area meets the specified location requirements for the task]

[Task completion related, conditional trigger]

[1. Facial familiarity: Make sure that at least three police officers have a deep impression of you (completeness 2/3)]

[2. Check in: In the temporary detention room of the police station, detained for more than 4 hours (completed 0/4)]

A line of subtitles quietly surfaced on the retina. Chen Chao licked his wet lips and a mysterious curve appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Deng Bin and said quietly: "Can you leave me an independent room for experience in the detention room?"

"What?"

"I want to experience the feeling of being detained in a detention room. It doesn't take too long, almost 4 hours will be enough," Chen Chao added.

Deng Bin couldn't figure out what Chen Chao sold in the gourd, so he decided to give priority to meeting Chen Chao's requirements. He wanted to see what Chen Chao wanted to do?

"Take him there!" Deng Bin winked at Xue Fei and ordered.

"Oh, by the way, can I make up another bedding? Let me squint." Chen Chao continued to make a request.

"You think this is your family, don't be too arrogant!" Xue Fei had a hot temper. He immediately turned his face and refused Chen Chao's unreasonable request without hesitation.

"Then make a cup of hot tea and add some wolfberry. This is not too much." Chen Chao curled his lips indifferently and changed his request.

"Hey, it's the same taste as the master!" Xue Fei was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Deng Bin's face in a terrible way.

"Get my thermos and give him the full tea." Deng Bin's expressionless face.

Iron railings were embedded on both sides of the cold ceramic tiles, and there were more than a dozen minor offenders who had not yet been transferred to prison. They were all sleepy and confused. They saw Chen Chao put his pocket in one hand and holding a thermos in his other hand, and were locked into the opposite room with a swagger.

No, it cannot be said that it was detention, but it was more like a friendly invitation.

A habitual criminal who was caught in for stealing a cell phone rubbed his eyes and lost his booze. His eyes were wide open and he stared at the thermos cup held in Chen Chao's hand.

"Am I sleeping in a daze? Why can he live alone in a single room and have hot tea?"

The prisoners looked at each other, and no one could answer his questions. They could only look at the neighbors opposite each other with envious and jealous eyes.

"Police, why can he live in a single room alone? Why, he killed someone?" Some prisoner asked sarcastically.

"Stop yelling, stay honestly." Xue Fei glared back and taught a lesson without hesitation: "You should be transferred to prison in two days. Don't cause any trouble for yourself before this."

The prisoners shut up and were silent... two minutes later.

I couldn't help but feel angry and curious, and I leaned against the iron railing like I sat in a row.

"Hey, the one on the other side is just talking about you, why do you live in a single room?" The sarcastic prisoner just now was the first to squeak.

Chen Chao unscrewed the thermos cup, took a few sips to moisten his throat, and turned a deaf ear to the fly behind him. He just stretched out a finger and gently touched the pale and cold wall.

The pale walls are painted without any extra varietal!

Monotonous, boring, and depressing, with only scratches of varying depth at the base of some hidden walls, such as being snatched out with chopsticks or fingers.

Chen Chao followed the scratches and used this method to guess and feel the emotional fluctuations in his heart of the criminal who was being detained at that time.

A writer is a creature with delicate emotions, with abundant imagination and empathy. By entering the real scene and experiencing the feeling of being immersive, these will become the materials he reserved when writing novels in the future, enhancing the authenticity and appeal of his words.

This kind of opportunity is not available at any time, especially when going to places with "special style", the opportunity is even more rare.

Chen Chao was immersed in this atmosphere, with his expression intoxicated and enjoyed. His fingers touched the hidden scratches on the wall, and his soul seemed to have traveled through time and had a silent and in-depth spiritual exchange with the criminals who were welcoming and seeing him in this detention room.

Of course, the interpretation of these scars is more of the artistic plots imagined and processed in Chen Chao's brain. The objects he pays attention to are also some serious criminals who are relayed and transferred to prison.

"The character portrayals produced by brain-compensated processing are inevitably distorted. The police station's temporary detention has become a little weaker. It seems that we still have to think of a way to go to the prison of the severe prisoner for a while."

Chen Chao had a strong thought in his mind, then turned around and looked at the flies behind him who were noisy and gaining attention. Then he thought, "Although these seem to be of inferior quality, in the novels I wrote, even if I can't be a heavy role, I'm probably competent to play a supporting role... Then, it's not a waste of time to barely communicate and experience it. After all, fly meat is also meat. Even if I can't fill my stomach, I can still do it to satisfy my cravings."

"Hey, what are you talking to? What are you looking at?" The criminal who did not deserve the name stood up suddenly, pressed his face against the railing and twisted his fierce expression.

"The last one who put his face on the iron railing was gone."

Also through the iron railing, Chen Chao complained in his heart. He held the glasses with his middle finger, "This is a very bad habit, I suggest you correct it."

"What did you say?"

"I will explain it to you in a simple way. Generally, criminals who use fierce expressions and physical movements to scare people are relatively low-level. Most of them are terrifying and timid. The more fierce you shout, the faster you die. In my novels, you can't even survive three chapters, and you will get the bento." Chen Chao explained seriously.

The fierce expression on the opposite side was stiff. The next second, blue veins burst out from his forehead. He roared: "Who do you think is the scum?"

The roar was very noisy, and Xue Fei did not come to stop him. He was standing behind Deng Bin, watching the surveillance footage of the detention room being retrieved from the computer.

"You still didn't grasp the point. I mean you have to learn to manage expressions and emotions. Anger is a manifestation of cowardice and incompetence."

Chen Chao sighed, "You should read more movies or novels and imitate the villain boss in learning. There are really a few bosses who can make a big head and have a thick neck. It's not that you have the potential to become a boss, that's impossible, but you have to learn from a higher level. This is good for your future career planning. People must always be ambitious~"

Not only was he confused, but the other criminals were also unable to turn their minds, but they calmed down at the same time, staring at Chen Chao with their eyes pricking up their ears and listening.

It’s like a group of good students who long for knowledge, waiting for the teacher to teach.

Even the criminal who was not worthy of having a name at the beginning smelled the unusual smell in the air. He subconsciously spitted, recalling the fear of being dominated by teachers when he was a student.

"That's right, that's right. You must learn to be quiet, control your expressions, so that others cannot understand your mentality through your expressions. If you can cross this initial threshold."

Chen Chao paused and encouraged, "Then in the novel I wrote, you can apply for a name."
Chapter completed!