Less than half an hour after being rescued from the illegal coal mine, Lao Pu was handcuffed and arrested. He jumped up and down and struggled, shouting in his defense: "You must have made a mistake, police officer, you must have made a mistake, I am a good man, I am a good man!"
The two police officers escorting him had serious expressions and said nothing. No matter how much he resisted, he was still put in a small cell in the detention center after two hours.
Freedom once came, but it was very short-lived. The only thing to be thankful for was that the food in the detention center was much better than that in the black coal mine. At least it was not rotten or moldy. The cornmeal steamed bread exuded the simple and holy fragrance of the food itself.
After finishing his first meal in the detention center and changing into the detention center's unique uniform, Lao Pu felt that his mind was working again.
He used his limited legal knowledge to quickly weigh in his mind the several charges the police had previously mentioned against him. If all of them were proven true, how many years would he be sentenced to?
He probably can't escape the charge of organizing gambling. Whether in his hometown or at the construction site in K City, he has blatantly organized gambling games and has been in and out of detention many times. But even if he is found guilty, the maximum sentence is three years, as he is not running a casino.
Lao Pu felt a little relieved and tried to recall. Did the policeman also say that he was suspected of fraud?
That shouldn't be the case. I'm gambling openly and honestly, so how can I accuse him of fraud? Could it be that the loan shark company is suing me?
But that shouldn't be the case. Lending money at high interest rates is illegal. What's more, those bastards sold themselves to a black coal mine. If the case is really settled, their crimes will definitely be more serious than mine. Lao Pu shook his head and didn't believe that those loan sharks would do something that would hurt their own company while hurting the enemy by a thousand.
And the rape allegations are even more ridiculous. He did have a few fleeting affairs, but they were all consensual, the prices were clearly marked and there was never any default. Lao Pu considered himself a decent man and never owed money for prostitution.
Lao Pu proudly counted the lovers in his mind. Oh, wait, he sat up straight. If there was a time when he had violated a woman's will...
Lao Pu gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes. Could it be that Hu Yitong’s wife had sued him?
The next morning, the detention center provided him with another meal, gave him a bald haircut for free, and took a three-sided photo. After everything was done, Lao Pu was taken to the interrogation room.
The police handcuffed him to a specially designed chair and, in broad daylight, turned on a powerful headlight 30 centimeters from his head. The interrogating officer slammed a file folder onto a table not far from him and said coldly, "Tell me, what have you done wrong?"
Lao Pu squinted his eyes and said innocently, "Uncle police, I was abducted and taken to the Neihei coal mine. I am the victim. You must have made a mistake."
The police officer sneered: "Everyone who comes here claims they are innocent. Since we have detained you, it means we have certain evidence in our hands. You'd better confess voluntarily and strive for leniency."
Old Pu awkwardly put away his ingratiating smile and replaced it with a nonchalant expression: "I have nothing to confess. Don't you have evidence? Just sue me directly. Why bother with an investigation?"
The policeman slammed the table and said: "I don't think you will cry until you see the coffin. You think about it here first." After that, the policeman closed the door and left.
Lao Pu hurriedly shouted: "Turn off the lights, police officer, it's wasting electricity!"
The police station was not afraid of wasting electricity. The headlights made Old Pu's lips and tongue dry and he looked tired. It was as if they had forgotten him. No one even cared about his lunch. Old Pu sat in the interrogation room for eight hours without eating, drinking, or going to the toilet.
Around seven or eight in the evening, the policeman from the morning finally returned, using the same rhetoric as before. This time, Lao Pu was much more honest and said in a sullen tone, "Just a reminder. If I really make a mistake, I'll definitely confess and get leniency."
He was still hoping for a lucky break. What if the police he told them about didn't have any information at all? Wouldn't he be at a loss then?
The police first retrieved his criminal records, which were mainly from the police station in Park Wanchun's hometown. His signature was written in black and white, and he had no choice but to acknowledge them.
Old Pu said with a humiliated look, "This is all outdated. Besides, you've already dealt with everything, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to let me out."
The police officer flipped through the thick file in his hand and said to him, "Don't worry, there's still so much more. You colluded with Feng Yuandao in the work shed at Xingfu Garden Community in K City and set up gambling games many times. The amount involved was as high as 100,000 yuan. Feng Yuandao confessed everything. 100,000 yuan is enough for your sentence."
Old Pu was furious: "Did you guys catch Fatty Feng? Where is he? I'm going to sue him. This guy stole 200,000 yuan from me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been sold to a black coal mine by loan sharks! Where is he? I'm going to kill him."
The policeman scolded him: "Behave yourself, look at where you are, what are you doing dancing around like that?"
This time the police's words were of no use. The glaring headlights and the hunger and thirst in his stomach could not calm his anger. He insisted that Fatty Feng pay back the money. He could not suffer the crime of the illegal coal mine in vain.
The police had no choice but to interrogate Feng Yuandao, and the investigation found that Park Wanchun's accusation was false.
It turns out that Fatty Feng was also unlucky. The night before Lao Pu got the high-interest loan of 200,000 yuan, Feng was arrested. He was involved in reselling cables from construction sites and the amount involved was not small. He is still in prison.
Hearing the police's words, Lao Pu was completely confused. It wasn't Fatty Feng? Then where did his 200,000 yuan go?
Three hundred thousand yuan turned into ghost money right before his eyes, and two hundred thousand yuan disappeared without a trace. Could it be a ghost? Old Pu didn't believe in strange things. At his insistence, the police opened a case for him, but the investigation took time. For now, he still had to explain his own affairs.
Sitting in the interrogation room again, the police really reminded him, "Zhao Yaping, are you familiar with this name?"
Lao Pu stammered, "A little... familiar, no, not quite."
The policeman didn't say anything, staring straight into his eyes, making his gaze wander and the corners of his mouth twitch slightly. Lao Pu looked at the thick file in front of the policeman and asked: "She sued me?"
The police remained silent.
Old Pu was furious: "This woman is just not good at handling things. After so many years, how can she still be so cunning? Besides, it wasn't my initiative. Her husband owed me a debt and had no money to pay, so he offered his wife to me."
The police glared at him: "That's a person, not an object. How dare you take it just because he gave it to you?"
Old Pu shrank back. "Well, wasn't I drunk too?" He seemed to have found a strong excuse for himself, and his voice became much louder. "Yes, I was drunk. I didn't know anything when I was drunk. I... I was also forced."
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