It was already past nine o'clock at night when Dai Jialang "escaped" from No. 56, Dayun Mountain. It was drizzling in the sky, and with the cold wind, there were no more pedestrians on the street.

However, before Ji Wenlan's location map was sent over, he had to park his car in an inconspicuous alley and wait. Although there was no risk in this mission, he was still a little nervous.

After all, I have never been to the detention center after growing up so old. I have only heard from others about the things inside, and I just felt that they were both mysterious and exciting.

I couldn't help but think of the detention center I went to when I was demolishing Erdaohe, the dead director Yang Zhao and his family, and then the registration form for my mother being detained that I found in the detention center.

He always felt that when he returned to his hometown last time, his mother was a little evasive when she talked about the fact that she was detained back then, as if she was deliberately hiding something, and Yang Zhao's death seemed to have taken away some secrets.

If Yang Zhao had not died, he might remember the situation when his mother was detained there. Logically speaking, in addition to Yang Zhao, there were many staff members at Erdaohe Detention Center at that time.

Maybe when will he go to Erdaohe again to find the old man who worked there then, he himself can't explain what he wants to know.

Just after smoking a cigarette, he heard a sound of WeChat and came in. It was indeed a location map sent by Ji Wenlan. Dai Jialang threw the cigarette butt out the window and sat there to start cleaning up the information on his phone. He knew that after he entered the detention center, the police might check his phone, so some information must be completely deleted.

After the cleaning was completed, he suddenly felt that his mind was extremely clear and he had no alcohol at all. He was worried that the alcohol concentration might not be enough and that the police would not pay enough attention.

So I got out of the car and went to a small shop opposite to buy a bottle of wine. I stood at the door of the shop and blew it off in one breath. Then I got into the car, tied up my seat belt, and drove according to the navigation for more than twenty minutes.

Since it is the Spring Festival holiday and a cold rainy night, and the section of road chosen by Qi Fei is relatively remote, there are not many pedestrians and vehicles.

More than 100 meters away from the target, he found a 200-meter police officer parked in front, almost in the middle of the road.

The police lights on the roof of the car were still flashing, as if two policemen were checking a passing vehicle, which was common during the Spring Festival.

Dai Jialang slowed down his car slightly, deleted the navigation map and WeChat sent by Ji Wenlan, and then slowly started to speed up. What he wanted was not a slight scratch, but almost crashing the policeman, otherwise he might not be able to enter the detention center.

Two policemen had just checked the passing car. One of them noticed the car coming from the opposite side and signaled the vehicle to pull over.

Dai Jialang pretended to be a little panicked. Not only did he not stop the car, but he accelerated and rushed towards this side. The two policemen were obviously startled and hurriedly avoided.

With a bang, Dai Jialang's car hit the head of the police car parked there, causing the police car to slide out five or six meters behind, then shook his head and hit a telephone pole next to it before stopping.

Dai Jialang's car just deviated a little from the direction and finally stopped steadily on the left side of the road. The vehicle was not damaged much, but the head of the police car was almost flattened.

Fuck, imported cars are different.

Dai Jialang opened the car door and crawled out from inside. The two policemen seemed to have reacted at this time, cursing and running over.

"Oh, police officer, I'm sorry, I've drunk too much, why do you park your car in the middle of the road?" Dai Jialang said deliberately with his tongue wide.

A policeman wearing glasses cursed: "Fuck, it's awesome, I don't have to brag about this anymore."

Another policeman shouted: "Stand by the train, don't move."

Dai Jialang leaned obediently against his car door, muttering, "Hey, it's so unlucky."

The policeman wearing glasses shone a flashlight on Dai Jialang's face and saw that he was wearing a suit and tie, but he didn't look like a gangster. Then he used a flashlight to look at Dai Jialang's car and found that it was a Lu Hu. He didn't dare to be too arrogant for a moment and shouted, "Take out the driver's license."

Dai Jialang took out his driver's license from his pocket and handed it over. The police looked through the flashlight for a while, then put the driver's license back in his pocket, and said, "Steal the car keys."

Dai Jialang obediently handed the car key to the police and said, "Brother, it's the New Year, I don't think it's too serious. As long as you let me go, I will compensate the car at the price."

Another policeman cursed: "Fuck, you're quite angry. What are you doing?"

Dai Jialang said drunkenly: "I am the assistant chairman of Huafeng Investment Group. Have Zhou Jiyao heard of it? He is our chairman."

The police were stunned. They were obviously not unfamiliar with the names of Huafeng Investment Group and Zhou Jiyao, but they didn't seem to buy it. They snorted and said, "Why don't you say your dad is Li Gang? Be honest with me." After that, they took out the intercom and started calling.

The reason why Dai Jialang said Zhou Jiyao's name was to report him a message in time. He believed that with Zhou Jiyao's eyes and ears in the public security organs, the news of his arrest would definitely reach his ears as soon as possible.

In less than ten minutes, the police lights flashed in front of me, and two police cars rushed over. A man with a leader got out of the first car, walked to Dai Jialang and looked at him for a few glances, and asked, "What's going on?"

The policeman wearing glasses said, "Sir, this guy has drunk too much and wants to escape inspection. He has actually passed through the barrier and smashed our car. Fortunately, there is no one in the car, otherwise the consequences will be serious."

The director looked at the crashed police car and the Land Rover license plate. Another policeman walked over and whispered something in the director's ear.

The director waved his hand and said, "Photograph the scene and take the person back to the station before talking about it."

Two policemen came over to grab Dai Jialang's arm, handcuffed him, and took him into a police car like he was sent to a criminal. Dai Jialang struggled as if he was drunk and said, "I haven't broken the law, why should I handcuff me?"

A policeman kicked him in the ass and scolded: "Be honest, I'll wake you up and talk about it later."

Dai Jialang shouted: "Where is my car? You have to look at my car. This car is one million. Can you afford to lose it?"

The police obviously regarded him as a drunk and ignored him. After a while, two police cars drove into the yard of the police station. The two policemen took Dai Jialang into an office, handcuffed him on an iron pipe in the corner, and then went out.

Dai Jialang thought that the police would send him to the detention center in no time, but he didn't expect that after waiting for more than an hour, no one came in. He guessed that the police were sobering him and only started interrogation after he woke up.

I don’t know how long I waited, but the door was finally pushed open. Two policemen walked in. One of them was the director just now. He walked to the desk and sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it, stared at Dai Jialang and looked at him, and asked, “Are you Zhou Jiyao’s assistant?”

When Dai Jialang heard this, he felt a little regretful. He regretted that he shouldn't have said Zhou Jiyao's name just now. He knew that Zhou Jiyao had a very great influence in the city. People from the grassroots police stations might not dare to offend him, and they might even want to curry favor with him. If this director let him go for the sake of Zhou Jiyao's sake, wouldn't he have been tossing tonight?

Dai Jialang pretended to be arrogant and said, "I do things and be the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the chairman."

The director stared at Dai Jialang for a while and said, "Where did you drink wine? Who did you drink it?"

Dai Jialang's heart moved and said with a treacherous smile: "I drank it at a friend's house, but don't ask who it is, I'm afraid that I will scare you to death if I say it."

The director was stunned and then said angrily: "What? Do you think you can get away with the law by carrying Zhou Jiyao out? You quit drinking and causing trouble, resist inspection, crashed the police car, and endangered the lives and property of the public security personnel. I will detain you first today."

After saying that, he stood up angrily and ordered the policeman: "Take a record for him and then send it to the detention center." After that, he went out.

An hour later, Dai Jialang was sent to the Nanzhao Detention Center in handcuffs. In a small room, he handed over everything he had on his body, then took off all his clothes to check, and pressed his handprints on a form and criminal detention document, and finally put on the red jacket with the Nanzhao Detention Center printed behind him.

"Have you sobered up? If you haven't woken up, we have many ways to sober up here." A supervisor asked.

Dai Jialang has heard some rumors that although the discipline in the detention center is not as savage as before, punching and kicking the suspect is still common. He feels that he does not need to suffer from flesh and blood. Since he has come in, he doesn't want to be stubborn anymore.

"Wake up." Dai Jialang said a little dejectedly.

Another policeman shouted, "You have to report to discipline."

Dai Jialang hurriedly said, "Report to discipline and wake up."

"Speak louder." The steward shouted.

Dai Jialang was originally a soldier and hurriedly shouted: "Report to discipline and wake up."

The disciplinary was satisfied and snorted, "Aren't you quite arrogant? Why are you honest now?"

Dai Jialang said with a sad face: "Disciple, this is the Chinese New Year. I drank a few more drinks. Unexpectedly, they parked their car in the middle of the road, and I didn't see it even if I was so dark."

The disciplinary waved his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense, let's talk to the judge at that time." After that, he took out a large handful of keys and handed them to another disciplinary and said, "Please put them on the 20th."

After such a struggle, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night. The prisoners in the phone had already gone to bed. The long walkway was brightly lit, and there were locks as big as watermelon on the iron doors, which looked similar to the scene in Erdaohe Detention Center.

Dai Jialang doubted whether the structures of the national detention centers would be designed by the same person, but there was no question of any design.

If it weren't for the lock on the iron door and the jingling keys in the hands of the discipline behind it, this place would be like a collective dormitory in a factory. The people who live here are not good people, and no one will pay you a salary.

Damn, it finally got what I wanted.
Chapter completed!