At 9:30 pm, in the courtyard of No. 57, Yi City.

Uncle Liu Zi was judging the time in his heart, and walked to the iron gate with his handcuffs, glanced out of the fence at the door, and called softly: "Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi!"

Before Ma Lao Er was received, everyone actually did not dare to shout in the detention room. Because after you finished calling, you would definitely be cleaned up. At the least, you would be beaten up, or at the worst, you would be punished directly. And you would definitely be asked to find a detention room with a relatively long distance and be detained separately. In this way, you would not be able to stay in the same area with familiar people and your heart would be empty. What's more, there is no blind spot monitoring in the detention room, and it would be unrealistic to collude with confessions, so no one would cause trouble for yourself.

However, after Ma Lao Er was asked to make a call, everyone became much more relaxed. They knew that the family was operating and must have achieved great results. If they were not doing well, they would be released in a short time, so it doesn't matter if they were a little naughty.

Guan Qi and Uncle Liu were separated by an empty detention room, so after the latter shouted twice, he immediately responded: "What's wrong, Uncle Zi?"

"Fuck, it's a bit late to eat today. I'm hungry." Uncle Liu Zi stood at the door of the cell and said, "Did you hear the culinary on the other side give the meal?"

Guan Qi was stunned for a moment: "I've finished all the fuck!"

"Ah?" Uncle Liu Zi was stunned: "What does it mean? I have no human rights?"

"Didn't you see the one who gave the meal just now?" Guan Qi replied in a low voice: "We've all sent it."

Uncle Liu Zi was confused: "I was sleeping just now, no..."

"107, get back!" The loudspeaker in the supervisory road suddenly rang.

Uncle Liu Zi was called out smartly and immediately took a step back, preparing to find an opportunity to communicate with Guan Qi later.

"Tait!"

At this moment, neat footsteps came from the supervision corridor. Uncle Liu Zi didn't take it seriously, and was carrying shackles to return to the hard bed.

“107!”

Yu Weiliang led a dozen people to the prison gate and shouted expressionlessly.

Uncle Liu Zi turned around when he heard the sound.

"Open." Yu Weiliang ordered.

After speaking, an officer stepped forward and opened the prison gate with the key.

"Come out." Yu Weiliang waved his hand at Uncle Liu Zi.

At the same time, a man with a reporter's certificate outside the door and a very Yindong-looking man walked in with a camera.

Uncle Liu Zi was a little confused: "What are you doing?"

Everyone did not reply, and the two soldiers stepped forward, reached out to hold him, and pulled him out directly.

Everything today was too abnormal. There was no food to eat at night, so Yu Weiliang came here to mention him personally. The most important thing was that there were reporters carrying a camera to record him, which made Uncle Liu Zi very confused.

"Give me a close-up." The man Yindong, who was standing next to the videographer, whispered.

"What are you going to do?" Uncle Liu Zi instinctively turned his head and asked while avoiding the camera.

Yu Weiliang looked at him, without saying anything, nor did he stop the photographer from taking pictures inside the house.

"What does it mean?!" Uncle Liu Zi shouted again, but this time the soldiers held it tightly.

"Ok!"

The photographer took a photo and nodded to everyone.

"Take it away." Yu Weiliang waved his hand.

"What does it mean?!" Even Uncle Liu Zi, who had experienced strong storms, was a little panicked at this moment.

If it was news from home, Yu Weiliang didn't need to interrogate himself, and he would let Ma Lao Er go out and call. If there wasn't a letter at home, there was no need to interrogate him and let the fuck reporter follow him...

Just when Uncle Liu Zi couldn't figure it out, the assistant to the headmaster of No. 57 came over with the documents and stood beside Yu Weiliang and whispered a few words.

"Okay, okay." Yu Weiliang nodded, reached out to take the document, placed it directly on the windowsill in the supervision corridor, and signed on n-page paper with a pen.

The words on the paper are all in Korean. Uncle Liu must not understand it, but he has been living on the ground for half his life. He is very clear in his heart that the main investigator mentioned himself and signed it. There are only two possibilities, one is release, and the other is…

Uncle Liu Zi's face turned pale when he thought of this, and his fists clenched.

"Okay." Yu Weiliang signed the documents and returned them to the assistant.

The soldiers escorted Liu Zishu and walked forward. The photographer followed the end and was photographing the distant view of the corridor.

At this moment, Uncle Liu Zi was wearing 65 kilograms of shackles, his hands and feet were all limited, and there was a squad of gun-carrying soldiers beside him. He... had no ability to resist, his whole head was dull, and his eyes were dull and let everyone walk forward.

"Uncle Brother, Uncle Brother...!"

"Quiet, go back!"

"Quiet!"

“…!”

Suddenly, the shouts in the corridor pulled Liu Zishu out of his thoughts. His neck turned stiffly and looked to the left side of his body.

Baojun, Ma Laoer and others were already standing at the door of the detention room, and they were all shouting at him in a daze, while the soldiers following behind were aiming their guns at them and kept yelling.

Uncle Liu Zi suddenly woke up after seeing Ma Lao Er's face.

"What's going on? Why are you talking about?" Ma Lao Er ignored the soldiers at the door and shouted anxiously: "What's wrong?!"

Uncle Liu Zi looked at him, suddenly reached out and grabbed the door railing of the detention room, and said with a pale face: "Dragon... I... I can't go home anymore. Don't forget to arrange my home."

When Ma Laoer heard this, his head buzzed and he was stunned on the spot.

"Don't catch it, let go!" The soldier stepped forward and began to pull.

Uncle Liu Zi grabbed the door railing of the detention room with his right hand, looked at him with his eyes and said, "The second... the negotiation situation must have changed, be careful."

"What does it mean? What does it mean?!" Ma Lao Er came to his senses and shouted at Yu Weiliang like crazy: "I have a much higher status than him. He is just a thug. If you have something to do, come to me!"

"Second, second, listen to me." Uncle Liu Zi held the railing and roared urgently.

"What do you want to ask, I'll tell you." Ma Laoer pointed at Yu Weiliang and shouted hysterically.

"Second, can you listen to me?" Uncle Liu Zi shouted in a sharp voice.

Ma Lao Er was stunned.

"Politics is not something we can play with. It's good to lie on the ground..." Uncle Liu Zi was forced to leave by four soldiers. He looked back at Ma Lao Er and shouted: "It must be fine if I can go back. I promised Uncle Ma, but I didn't do it... I'll get here with you."

When Ma Laoer saw him walking away, he forgot to cry, shout, and forget everything. His mind was blank, like a walking corpse.

"Second, okay!!!" Uncle Liu Zi looked back with a smirk and was dragged away.

Ma Lao Er suddenly felt his eyes turn black and his body empty. With a gurgle, he fell to the ground on his back.

"Uncle Brother!!"
Chapter completed!