Looking at his daughter and the gun leader who were dressed, Zhang Chun's mother was so angry that she couldn't speak. She pointed at the gun leader, shivered, and then rushed up and started to fight. Zhang Chun was startled, but immediately realized that he was at a disadvantage. This water ghost is the gun leader. He has been lying to himself. He used a hot thing to poke the place where he peed. He also rushed up and grabbed and kicked the gun leader. The two mothers and daughters shot the gun leader so badly. The gun leader was scared.

He was trembling, but he didn't dare to fight back. He hugged his head desperately and shouted: "I've been murdered, murdered... Sister-in-law, listen to me, I'm teaching Chun'er to swimmers, I didn't do bad things, Oh, I've killed someone..." He was tired of beating, his hands were soft, and his tears were smearing his face. The mother and daughter hugged their heads and cried bitterly. People all said that there were many troubles in front of the widow. Unexpectedly, the orphan and widowed mother were still bullied. Thinking that his daughter was only fourteen years old, she was ruined by the wolf who had lost her conscience in front of him.

Zhang Chun's mother was cruel, pulled off her sleeves and cut the gun on the ground and tied up her hands. Then she asked the gun in a cold voice: "You did it, you did it. Is it easy to bully us as an orphan and widowed mother? The Zhang family is not dead yet. Didn't her third brother take you to work? Why did you do such a thing that is worse than a pig or dog?" The gun was so cruel that he had to kneel down and kowtow: "Sister-in-law, it's all my fault. I don't care. You'll kill and cut it. But what should you do if Chun'er is so young? Will you still get married in the future if you turn off the engine? Just turn off the fire and marry Chun'er to me. I will be responsible." Zhang Chun rushed over and sprayed water on the gun's face. The gun's chief thought viciously: I will spray it back next time, and you will call you the uncle!

Zhang Chun's mother also hesitated. Yes, Chun'er is so young that people can't be known to be ruined, but looking at the gun leader's rumors, Fu Zunrong and the usual rumors, I felt very unwilling to let him go! No, I must not let him go, and turned to Zhang Chun and asked, "Chun'er, are you afraid? Mom killed the person who bullied you!" The gun leader was so timid that he hurriedly walked to Zhang Chun, "Chun'er can't, you can't kill me, your mother will die, you can't!" Zhang Chun'er never thought of killing someone.

Suddenly, when she heard her mother say this, she was also scared. She thought for a while before saying to her mother: "Mom, Chun'er is not afraid, but killing him will definitely be illegal. Let's sue him. Chun'er is not afraid of others saying it. At most, she will be with you for the rest of her life!" The little girl suddenly changed a lot and seemed a little mature. Zhang Chun's mother looked at her daughter, thought about the days ahead, and gritted her teeth and said, "I don't care about so much. You go and call your uncle and your brother first, and then notify other villagers to come. I'll do the things tonight!"

The woman felt ruthless, it could be said that she was even more terrifying than a man. The gun length was already a frost-killed eggplant, and she was completely wilted! When the voices became lively, the gun length had become a little obsessed.

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"Name?"

"Chen Siqing."

"age?"

“Twenty-four.”

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"Do you know what I've done?" Looking at the police officer wearing green police uniform, he confessed all the beans with guns and bamboo tubes. He even explained the matter of going to find his wife to flee to the corn forest. Especially after hearing the frank and lenient policy and resisting strict policies, he was even more ruthless to explain the affairs of his ancestors and three generations. He thought that he wanted to make meritorious service, so he explained the car accident. Finally, he said that those who listened to people in the club were listening to the people doing things. If he really couldn't find anything, he would kill Hu Laodao.

The matter of his uncle's sixth sister was also mentioned. The police looked at each other in an eye. What kind of guy is this guy, and he laughed so hard that he burst into tears. But he also felt that this guy was really perverted. They were not experts and scholars, so they had to follow the procedures and hand over the files. The deputy director personally took it to the county and handed over to the county bureau. The entire case was understood in just three days. The case was clear, the evidence was conclusive, and the facts were clear, and the arrest could be carried out according to law.

The gunman put on the silver hand-shining hand, but he didn't feel ashamed at all. He thought that wearing this thing means that he was also a villain, and the criminals were all scary. It would be fine. After a few months of coming out, I was a hero again! When I thought about it, I felt a little arrogant. His father did not come to see him and did not dare to go out. The people in the Zhang family were extremely resentful about the gun. But they also felt that Zhang Chun and his daughter were very decent. Although Zhang Chun was ruined, they also maintained their dignity. This was not underestimated by others, but this girl was indeed finished. Alas

, I feel distressed when I think about it. The countryside is full of people who are irresponsible to the mother and daughter, so I had to write a letter to Zhang San, asking him to think of a way to help find something outside. After receiving the letter, Zhang San drank a pound of wine for the first time, and then cried again after getting drunk. After the foreman knew about this, he gritted his teeth and couldn't say a word. The next day, he found the boss. The seven-foot-high man cried like rain. The boss was also a person who came out to work hard in the countryside. He sympathized with the experience of the mother and daughter, so he nodded and agreed to let them cook. Zhang San hurriedly packed up his things and went home to pick up his aunt and girl.

When the gunman was taken to the county detention center, he was very arrogant, but he was also a little scared, afraid that he would receive some inhuman treatment. He had heard of old prisoners bullying new prisoners before, but as soon as he entered, he was beaten up by several gangsters in the county who were injured. The gunman only insisted for a minute and called his grandfather, but he was scolding his grandson in his heart! But there was no way. After two young brothers' training, he started to learn massage and massage. He learned very carefully. In a few days, the craftsmanship was the best.

I have been in the detention center for three months. Every day, I made cornmeal rice and made with cabbage and potato soup. When the soup goes out, a lot of noodles floats up. Fortunately, the gun is very good at flattering. I can enjoy some benefits with the two little brothers every day. Occasionally, there are cigarettes and meat stuffed in their homes. I can only let the wind for half an hour every day. Everyone's skin is pitifully pale, and the gun is even more terrible. My face is blue and white, and my body is as thin as a malnourished little monkey.

The long hair of the gun was shaved into a bald head, which made the gun feel more painful than losing a wife, but there was no way. Now the police officer of the police were as sacred as a god in the gun. After he told the people in the same prison, the two young bosses also casually said: "You are seducing rape, not rape, hehe, but your water ghost method is good, you are so damn poisonous." After listening to the two young bosses' subsequent majestic deeds such as chopping and beating people, gangs, bloodletting, etc., the gun owner thought in his heart that the crime of seducing rape was only two or three years at most. There was no idea about the time of the gun. He thought to himself that he was just going out to work and make money. Several old prisoners also said that if you were sent to a good prison, you could still get a salary, and when you were released, it seemed pretty good, that is, don't be sent to mine coal and mine, an accident would kill people.

But when the judge solemnly sentenced the Gun Chief to rape and was sentenced to eight years in prison, the Gun Chief’s head was finally confused. Before the judge could react, he shouted loudly: "I was seducing, genius! You made a mistake, no rape." After the bailiff's old fist, the Gun Chief was dragged back to the detention center with no eyes. After returning, he started to cry loudly. The voice was so desolate that even the young boss, who was usually majestic, sympathized with the Gun Chief, and followed these investigators to punish the honest people. It doesn't matter, there is no money. If there is a change to an official, the rich will do whatever it takes. The Gun Chief was coaxed by them for a while, stopping his tears, and from then on the hatred planted the seeds in his heart. He didn't think he had done anything great, but this kind of thing would have to be in prison for eight years!

In the next few days, the detention center contacted the province's prison. I don't know if it was his luck or something, but he actually contacted the Provincial No. 1 Prison, which is a model prison. It is all a place for serious prisoners or sensitive criminals to live in. If other prisoners were either sent to dig coal or farms to plant fruit trees to dig land, the Provincial No. 1 Prison is of industrial nature and has good economic benefits every year!

The soul of the gun captain had already scattered at the moment of his verdict. He was foolish, like a vegetable, and his already thin body seemed to fall when he encountered the wind. The police escorted him sympathized with the poor farmer. Judging from the file, this person was a first offender. Although his methods were not brilliant, he harmed a good girl. He took good care of the gun captain all the way. This time the gun captain was not motion sickness, and he didn't feel that he was riding a car.

After arriving at the provincial capital, the police completed the handover procedures, and said a few words to the gunman to make a good transformation and strive for a reduction in sentence, then went back. A labor camp policeman led the gunman to take his clothes and saluted, then took a photo and hung his ID sign, so he took him into a prison room. The environment inside was pretty good, with four upper and lower bunks, and the gunman was divided into the upper bunk near the door, and there was no one inside. I think they were all working. After the disciplinary commander, the devilish gunman, designated the place to place the things one by one, he began to teach him to fold tofu pieces. Seeing the devilish eyes of the gunman, the disciplinary was helpless, so he had to let him rest first and come again, but he was afraid that he would not think about it for a moment and do something about suicide. He had to run to the duty room to call and ask several prisoners in the same cell to come back early.

Seeing the gun's appearance, the seven people in the same prison were puzzled. After the disciplinary handed the gun to the chief, he slipped out alone. He knew in his heart that these guys were not fuel-efficient. Letting the prisoner communicate with the prisoner first may play a good role. How can we divide a fool-like prisoner into a fool?

The gunman was still sitting on the bed in a daze, not paying attention to the reaction of others. Suddenly a crisp sound came from his face and was slapped hard. The scorching pain made the gunman return to his sense of consciousness. He looked at the person who hit him in a panic. He was a thin man in his forties. His muscles were entangled on his bones like iron blocks. The skinny man had a hooked nose, his eyes were deep, his face was dark and red, his thin face, especially the two cold lights shot out from his eyes.

, and even made the gunman tremble continuously! Before the second time came, the gunman suddenly knelt in front of the seven people and cried, "Don't hit me, don't hit me! I was fooled by someone. Grandpa, don't hit me, please, don't hit me!" The seven people were stunned again. Those who could enter the provincial prison were good men. How could such a master appear? Interesting! Another tall and mighty middle-aged man in his 50s shouted to the gunman: "Don't howl! Stand up and talk!"

The gun leader once again told the police the facts he told the police again. He told these prisoners that a hero with a similar body size as the gun, but compatible hero was fucking an ordinary one. A man in his thirty years old kept interrupting and asking about the gun's feeling. The gun's head was so messed up by him that he couldn't touch his mind, but he still answered one by one. The man was very interesting. He would ask the same thing over and over again, and then he would remember the time or the name of the person, and then ask the gun's head in reverse. As a result, it was not until the meal time that he had finished. The gun's head was awake.

He had to be more painful than being beaten. After going out with a few people, the gunman looked at him carefully. In addition to the thin man who hit him and the short man who asked him, seven and five, there were two old men in their sixties and seventies, with gray hair on their buzz heads and a sturdy man who looked like a tank. In the end, the two looked very elegant, and they looked like scholars with a rich and knowledgeable car. They were both middle-aged people, and only the gunman was the youngest.

Before eating, I sang a song. The whole dining room was filled with a high momentum. The blood of the gun was boiling, and I blushed and shouted roughly. The food was much better than being in the detention center. Four dishes, one soup, two meat and two vegetables, and white rice was enough. As I sucked, the gun was starting to live. There were such a rich meal and a combination of clothes, which was better than working outside! Hehe, I was a hero eight years later. After dinner, I started to study politics. The gun was very fresh. He was a newcomer and had to memorize the rules of the prison. Listening to the old man who taught him to recite the chant, it seemed to be singing a rumor.

At night, the gunman followed the seven people back to the cell. The short man followed the gunman's question. The disciplinary officer who brought the gunman in during the day was also very satisfied with the performance of the gunman's performance in the afternoon. It seemed that he had taken a reassurance pill and got off work with peace of mind. He handed it over to another disciplinary procedure and went home. The seven seemed to be very disciplined. Although the gunman was lying on the bed and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, he didn't dare to ask any questions, especially the thin man during the day, who knew he was a murderer at first glance, so he could not mess with him.

When I slept until midnight, my ears hurt a lot. I opened my eyes and saw that everyone else was standing by the bed. The short man smiled and said, "We forgot to hold a welcome ceremony to you during the day. Now I will make up for it. Don't be surprised by it, brother."

The thin man picked it up and was thrown to the base of the wall like a chicken. Several people didn't say anything. They took a cup and placed it on the wall, and let the gun bend down to hold it back. The support points of the whole body were on the forehead. The short man smiled and said, "This is called the three sounds of salutes. They are our rules. Everyone who comes in will come back." After the words, he slapped the cup with his palm. The gun only heard a sound of touching the ground, and a severe pain on his forehead, and then the stars in the sky were filled with darkness. Then he heard the cup falling to the ground and making a bang. Finally, the gun fell to the ground and thumped. After three sounds, the gun was on the ground for a long time before humming, and his mind was still buzzing.

An old man stood up and said, "Enough, he wasn't taken to be a meticulous person. This kid is a real rapist, but a bloodless rapist."

The short man put away his smile and said respectfully to the old man: "Boss, let's try again?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "No need. But... this guy should make it. Just use everyone toys. It's very boring anyway. You all introduce it."

The thin man pressed the gun to the old man for a long time and shouted, "Kneel down, beg the boss! This is your blessing." The gunman's head was already awake, and it was also blessed to the heart. He knelt down and knocked three solid sounds at the old man: "Boss... No, please accept me as a disciple. I am an incompetent person. I was originally a rapist, but I was turned into a rapist. I am shameless and embarrassed! I heard that people are all capable people here, and I don't want to make a living here. You accept me!" The gunman's heart was awakened by the thin man and the short man's respect for the old man. I thought that such a master was much closer than being accepted as a younger brother.
Chapter completed!