"You ......" a wave of bad omen welled up in his mind, and the policeman's sixth sense let him know that something was in trouble.

Wang's bare body flashed, faster than the night cat, and he had already run behind him and slammed him to the ground!

The moment he fell to the ground, Ding Fan's mood was a little complicated, and in that flashing subconscious, although he didn't want to know the inside of the prison in this way, he still had a trace of longing.

Immediately afterward, he felt a few more hands behind him, as well as the soles of his feet, some dragging and some dragging, and fists rained down on his back.

Ding Fan had long practiced how to arrest people and how to subdue the rebellious criminals, so he naturally learned a lot of practical methods from them, holding his head in both hands suddenly, and then curling up like a dog, so that the important parts of the head, heart, liver and lungs could not be seriously injured.

"Big, big ......" he wanted to shout Big Head this bastard and vent his anger in his heart, but just like that, coupled with the dog-like curling up just now, he was dragged by someone. The leg was slammed to the outside of the toilet, and the hitting on the body became more frequent.

A group of guys slammed their fists and feet on Ding Fan's body, Wang seemed to be looking for Ding Fan's knees and dry legs with one hand, those places were the places he had massaged, and with the kicking of one foot, his iron face seemed to be a lot happier all of a sudden.

That kind of sick and twisted psychology is finally full of joy.

"Death, you scream, you shout......" The big head stepped on Ding Fan's face with one foot, and shouted angrily.

Everyone else was fighting together, only he, who still retained the dignity of a boss at this time, occupied a large place, and stepped on Ding Fan's face with one foot.

His dirty big feet, first softly on Ding Fan's face, and then slowly strengthened, a policeman's face, a policeman who made a mistake was at his feet, that young and handsome face was allowed to be stepped on by him heavily, wantonly, as long as he wanted, he could gently break his mouth, put the stinky feet, or stuff anything in this cell into his mouth.

"Big head, Wang Yishou, you two bastards, why did labor and management fall for you. Ding Fan's face was tightly pressed to the ground, rubbing on the cold cement floor, his face was a little deformed by the trampling, and he cursed in his heart.

When a wave of chagrin came to his heart, what made him even more disgusting was the place where his mouth was attached, it was the piece where Wang was lazy with one hand and kept rubbing feces and urine on the ground, and pieces of yellow things immediately appeared in his mind.

From the moment he entered here, he found that the wall of the detention center could still vaguely see the vague slogans of Industrial Dazhai and Industrial Daqing, indicating that this old-fashioned building should be older than his age. J criminals, all kinds of murderers, bad guys, have thrown and urine here.

He was extremely uncomfortable for a while, but what was even more uncomfortable was the continuous pain of punches and kicks on his body.

"Big-big, head, it's not over, right?" Suddenly, Ding Fan felt that he had been kicked heavily in the head, and a large and small star immediately appeared in front of him, and he jerked his head back and screamed in despair.

Five or six guys beat him closely, these guys are all on the rise, can beat a policeman in this place, definitely more enjoyable than the gambler held back for more than half a year, the last gambling table, one by one really can't wait to drag him up, beat him up at will, and then go out by himself, just by doing the police, he can definitely eat on the road.

Ding Fan's mind is a little blank now, just now he was also in a hurry, coupled with his instinctive reaction, he shouted big head, as for whether it worked, he didn't have any bottom at all.

Although Zou Dahai has explained this, Ding Fan has not had this group of streams from the beginning.... Gangsters and thieves are good people, not to mention that these people are all criminals, and it is not impossible for them to suddenly become murderers.

Sure enough, he only felt that he was kicked heavily on the forehead by someone's foot, and a burst of small stars appeared in front of him, and his body seemed to be suspended in the air, and suddenly there was a short-term feeling of suffocation.

Ding Fan was unconscious, and the punches and kicks on his body seemed to have become lighter, but in fact, it was just a sign of losing consciousness.

After a few minutes, he slowly woke up.

He was dragged into the middle of the aisle, the pale electric light shining on his pale body, and his emaciated body lay on the ground, like a prisoner in utter disarray, like a helpless young man left in the street after being avenged against, or like a dying lost dog.

He moved his fingers and slowly retracted them, although there was some pain, but his fingers could still bend back, and suddenly he moved his hands and feet in chains, all of which hurt badly, especially the backbone of his back, and all the nerves that hurt when he moved.

"It's really despicable, it's been planned a long time ago, these bastards!" Ding Fan slowly opened his blurry eyes, and tried to adjust them, only to see that there was still a thick quilt hanging on the big iron door, and he couldn't help but scold secretly.

In fact, Ding Fan didn't know at all that since he entered here, the big head and these people have long regarded it as their biggest enemy, and the reason why they didn't do it until now was that they thought that this policeman couldn't spend the night in this room, and it was very likely that he would go to the police office to sleep after staying for half a day.

Also, this guy didn't shout and brag about how amazing he was since he came in, at least it didn't have an instant deterrent effect on these people.

He still doesn't know any of this.

Seeing the situation at the door clearly, he heard the heavy snoring of the people in the big head, it sounded like some were asleep, and many of them were humming, and they must be watching him with one eye open.

The light in the cell was dim, shining on Ding Fan's scarred body, he knew that as long as he shouted loudly now, Zou Dahai or other policemen on duty would immediately blow the whistle and rescue himself, but this kind of words were in his throat, stirring his final bottom line, the strongest courage, and he didn't shout it after all.

It was only now that he realized that there was cold water beneath him.

These guys must have poured on the ground, and dragged him to the lowest place, it seems that they are not relieved by a violent beating, I don't know who made this bad move, so that he has to continue to suffer.

Only now did Ding Fan know that he was careless, he couldn't treat these people as normal people at all, at least some of them were scum in society, and their bad nature was still there!

He moved his body again, and a sentence immediately flashed in his mind: "Mine get up, stand up well, walk to your own bed, absolutely ......"

Ding Fan moved slowly, and when he squatted on the ground gently, he gently lifted his breath, and then his feet slammed hard, and he stood up suddenly. The force of the legs spread apart supported the body, and then the soles of the feet strained and walked towards his bed.

In the middle of the night, Ding Fan fell asleep in pain and unwillingness.

He had long since lost the good place to sleep next to his big head and a Simmons quilt, and he looked at a small gap in the east, and slowly lay down like a big white fish.

The gap was small, not yet current, and he lay between the two guys, and his body had to be curled up, or he would be elbowed in a random place.

At six o'clock the next morning, with the sound of the whistle of the supervisor, a new day of life began!

"Ding Ye, little Ding Ye, poof......" The three ghosts called him jokingly and asked him to feed the locked Liu Hui.

Ding Fan was still a big brother-level figure on an equal footing with the big head yesterday, but now he is like a son-in-law who lost a duel with someone, sitting on the edge of the bed with dull eyes, his body sitting straight, and his face is very unsightly.

But at the same time, it is also like resigned to fate.

Seeing the three ghosts calling him, the voice of the big head sounded behind Ding Fan: "Hmph, Ding Ye, if you want to stay here, just be honest with me, you have to abide by the rules, otherwise you ......"

Then, Ding Fan listened to the sound of a heavy fist hitting the bed board!

Immediately afterward, the sound of fists smashing against the bed and banging on the walls kept ringing.

In Ding Fan's sound, except for Liu Hui, who was locked, it seemed that everyone was demonstrating to him, and it seemed that he was shouting loudly now and calling Zou Dahai, and these people would say in unison that the scars on Ding Fan's body were all hit by himself.

He sat down in front of Liu Hui, and when he fed him clear porridge with an expressionless face, Liu Hui looked at him with complicated eyes, and said lightly: "You don't shout?"

Ding Fan was said by him, and the words he had thought about seemed to disappear all at once, probably because he didn't want to be looked down upon by such a bastard, so he immediately snorted coldly, pretending to be heroic and said awe-inspiringly: "Shout, I, Ding Fan, can't even bear this little thing? Even the white wolf has done it, don't you know Bao Yajun, the big and small landlord? I can chase him and eat chopsticks!"

Ding Fan said quietly, Liu Hui's face that didn't seem to see any expression, there was a look of surprise, although he didn't know Bao Yajun, but the big and small landlords and white wolves were characters in the direction of Xinglong Mine, how could he not know.

But a person like him will never worship anyone easily, let alone say who is better than himself, so he drank the porridge softly, and said gloomily: "Okay, if you want to mix here, you have to pass this pass." ”

At ten o'clock in the morning, Zou Dahai stood at the door of cell No. 4, waving a large set of keys, calling Ding Fan out.

It seems that Ding Fan knows that after a day here, someone should see that he is coming.

But why didn't he expect that the first person to come to see him was Zhao Xiaoxian.

She was wearing a long dress, revealing snow-white sleeves and long arms, and carrying a delicate leather bag cross-body, so it looked like she really had the charm and temperament of a hotel hostess, but neither of her hands was idle, watching Ding Fan walk in from the outside, her body shook, and she shouted timidly: "Ding Zi ......"

After speaking, her unrelenting tears ran down her cheeks, and the blurred tears looked at his face.

The marks of last night's beating are still faintly visible, and the whole person has become a lot haggard, how can she not see it!

"Roast chicken, elbows, I'll bring them to you, and ...... money" Zhao Xiaoxian looked at him silently, put everything on the table, and anxiously said what she brought.