Song Haoqiang cautiously looked around. The police officers in the office building were all wearing white uniforms and hurriedly handling their own cases, and no one noticed him.
He sneaked into the backyard, which was the detention center, located in the outer courtyard.
There was a young guard standing at the entrance of the detention center, sitting idly in the gatehouse.
Song Haoqiang walked over, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed it to the young man on guard duty.
He laughed and said, "Comrade, you must be bored standing guard here, right? This job is easy, but there's not even anyone to chat with."
The young officer on guard looked at Song Haoqiang warily and asked, "Are you here to visit a suspect?"
Song Haoqiang hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, I'm not here to visit the suspect. I'm Dong Guofu's friend, and I'm here to see him."
He helped me check the records in the archives department to see if anyone had reported a child missing more than 20 years ago.
When the young guard heard Dong Guofu's name, he finally relaxed.
He said to Song Haoqiang, "So you're Lao Dong's friend! You should have said so earlier!"
Song Haoqiang opened the cigarette pack, took out a cigarette, and handed it to the young comrade.
He said, “Brother, have a cigarette and see how it is. I brought this from another province; we don’t have this kind of cigarette in the capital!”
The young man took the cigarette, smelled it, and said, "It really doesn't taste like the cigarettes we have here!"
Song Haoqiang took out a match and lit the cigarette for the young comrade, then lit one for himself as well.
In this era, almost all gay men smoke, and smoking has become the best way to get close to someone.
The young man nodded as he smoked, "You know, this smoke smells really good, I've never smoked it before, it's quite interesting!"
Song Haoqiang shoved the pack of cigarettes into the young man's hand and said, "Take it if you want! To be honest, I'm not used to it."
It's a waste to leave it here; the tobacco will get damp in the summer, and then it'll all be wasted.
The young man smiled awkwardly and said, "I can't accept this... This pack of cigarettes must have cost a lot of money..."
Song Haoqiang said, "It's nothing, it was given to me by a friend anyway, so I'm just passing on the gift."
He tilted his head to look at the rows of bungalows in the courtyard of the detention center.
He feigned curiosity and asked, "Are all the suspects kept in here? How do they get to eat? How do they go to the toilet? I've never been in a detention cell before!"
The young man said with a smile, "If you've ever been in a detention cell, that would be bad; it means you've made a mistake."
The people in here are all suspects, and they're basically all capable of being convicted, and mostly of serious crimes. Minor offenses are handled at the local police station; they don't need to be sent to the public security bureau.
Song Haoqiang asked, "Then how will they live inside?"
The young man said, "How about I take you inside to have a look? Actually, the conditions inside aren't great, but since he's a suspect, we don't need to give him too much comfort!"
"He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's gift is bound to him." Having received a pack of cigarettes, he felt obligated to repay the kindness and satisfy Song Haoqiang's curiosity.
Seeing that the outcome was a foregone conclusion, Song Haoqiang followed the young comrade into the courtyard of the detention room.
As the young comrade walked with him, he explained, "See? The further you go into these rows of bungalows, the more serious the offenses are! The mistakes made at the front are slightly less serious."
At noon, a designated officer delivers meals to them. If they need to use the restroom, they have to wait until we come on patrol and report to us, then we'll take them to the outhouse.
Song Haoqiang said, "That's quite troublesome. It's so hard for you guys, especially since they are criminals."
"How can you expect your police officers to serve criminals?!"
The young man said, "That's exactly what they're saying. They expect us good people to take care of bad people. Where's the justice in that?"
Just as he was speaking, someone in the next detention cell shouted, "Report!"
"Reporting, comrade! I need to use the restroom and I can't hold it anymore!"
The young man said, "Wait! Can't you see I'm busy right now?"
Song Haoqiang said, "It's alright, it's alright. You have to focus on your work. I've never been in here before, so I just came in out of curiosity. You go ahead with your work, I'll wait for you here!"
The man in the detention cell continued to shout, "Comrade, I really can't hold it in anymore! My stomach hurts so much! If you don't take me to the toilet, I'm going to poop my pants!"
The young officer had no choice but to take out his key, open the iron gate, and let the people out of the detention cell.
The detention cells were a row of single-story buildings without wooden doors; all the doors were iron bars. Some cells housed two suspects, while others housed only one.
The young comrade released the suspect, handcuffed his hands, and led him to the outhouse on the south side of the yard.
As Song Haoqiang watched the young comrade escort the suspect away, a golden light flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly searched through the rows of bungalows for Zhao Jingsong.
Zhao Jingsong had already heard his grandson's voice. He hadn't expected his grandson to be so capable as to find his way here.
He saw his grandson walking towards his row of detention cells through the fence, and he quickly stretched his hand out through the iron fence to greet his grandson.
Song Haoqiang immediately saw his grandfather waving at him. He hurriedly ran over and whispered to his grandfather, "You didn't say anything, did you?"
Zhao Jingsong said, "I didn't say anything, but some brat actually brought my security card. The card has all my personal information on it."
Furthermore, they brought in a translator to translate the contents of the card, so even if I deny it now, it's useless.
It must have been Mu Jinguo who sent these things! That old bastard Mu Jinguo, I don't want to see him again! If I see him again, I'll kill him!
Song Haoqiang said, "Let's not talk about these useless things. You didn't say anything else, did you?!"
Zhao Jingsong shook his head and said, "I didn't say anything else! But what am I supposed to do now? You have to find a way to get me out of here!"
Song Haoqiang said, "This is a police station, not a vegetable market where you can just grab whatever you want. Try breaking into a police station and you'll be riddled with bullets before you even get inside!"
As he spoke, he leaned against the iron gate, facing outwards, and kept looking left and right.
He reached into his clothes and pulled a gun and a screwdriver from his belt at the back of his waist.
When Zhao Jingsong saw something useful, he quickly grabbed it and put it in his pocket.
Song Haoqiang lowered his voice and said, "You can only rely on yourself. I saw that the wall here isn't high. As long as you can climb over the wall, you can run away."
Don't do anything for the next couple of days, or I'll be exposed. Three days from now, at night. Try to escape; I'll be waiting for you outside the wall.
Zhao Jingsong readily agreed, "Okay! With these things, I can run away!"
Song Haoqiang hurriedly walked back, afraid that the young comrade from before would notice he wasn't in his original spot...
Zhao Jinsong cleverly hid the items under the wooden bed, so that even if he went to the outhouse, no one would find them.
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