"Uncle Yang, even if you don't consider it, you still have to consider your children, right? You can't let them bear the crime of destroying national property for the rest of their lives, right?"
The old man snorted coldly, "If you want me to plead guilty, then produce the evidence. You are resorting to lynching. Even if I can't kill you now, I will find a way later." Having said this, the old man turned around and looked at the other person and said, "You came here just to frame me for a crime. Unfortunately, I don't plead guilty." The old man looked at the middle-aged man, his eyes full of vigilance.
"Hmph, I want to see if you're as hard-mouthed as you say." As the middle-aged man waved his hand, the man in the Zhongshan suit took off the old man's shoes and socks, and directly pressed the other's feet onto the smoking green block. The bone-chilling cold made him tremble all over.
"Just tell me who you gave the book to, and I'll make him let go right away." The middle-aged man twirled the pen in his hand while looking at the information in his hand, his movements leisurely and nonchalant.
"I don't know what you mean?" The old man gritted his teeth and glared at the middle-aged man.
"Oh? Really? Do you want me to help you recall the package sent from Chang'an to Ping County? What a coincidence that you are the only member of the Yang family here. Do you think I will believe you?" The middle-aged man glanced at the pen in his hand, and a mocking look appeared on his face. "I'll give you another chance. This time I can ask you for leniency."
"Oh, if you want to accuse someone, you can always find a pretext. I am an old man, but I am dying. I have to bear such a crime. It would be better for me to die in the war at an early age." The old man said this, and suddenly looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him and said, "Otherwise I would not be in this place, where a petty thief like you can accuse me of a crime at will.
well! Who could have thought that a person who couldn't even get enough food before would come to our house to eat and drink for so long, and would even bite us in the end, and now he is sitting here like a human being?"
"Uncle Yang, I just gave you some noodles, but since you don't want them..."
“Knock knock knock!” There was a knock on the door outside the interrogation room. Before he could answer, a deep male voice came, “This is not a feudal prison. There is no such thing as forced confession.
Officer Qi, I think you should have checked and found that Old Man Yang has never sold any taboo things to others. I just want to ask what exactly you are looking for? If it is not possible, I will report to the higher-ups and simply conduct a major search throughout the county to avoid being treated as your Justice Bao here. ”
"Director Yu, you are really a compassionate official. Let him go." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go."
"Old Yang, hey, what are you thinking... forget it." Director Yu wanted to ask a question, but the words came to his lips and he swallowed them back.
Old Yang trembled and retracted his feet. "Don't worry, if they can't find any evidence, they will let me go. At most, they will just do these trivial things to me." As long as he kept his mouth shut, the young man would not be exposed. He would not misjudge the young man's ability.
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