Walking out of the hospital, Chen Meng went with the second master to detain Chen Huan.

Before the official trial, Chen Huan was locked up in a designated place, her illness could allow her to escape once, but she would not be free again in the second half of her life, Chen Meng went to see her, and she was in a different mood than going to see Zhu Xiuxiu.

According to the detainees of Chen Huan, Chen Huan is now taking medicine regularly, but her mood is very unstable, she is crying every day, and her eyes have also suffered from eye diseases due to long-term crying, she already knows what happened to her, and she is completely unacceptable.

Chen Meng stood at the door for a long time, but he didn't open the door after all.

"Please help me get this to her." Chen Meng handed the staff a small box.

According to the process, the staff opened it in front of him, and inside was a doll made of a handkerchief.

In the early years, children's toys were not as many as later, many children were thinking about making toys by themselves, for example, girls like to put pillows, towels or something, rolled into the shape of a small doll, held in their arms to play at home, and so on to use at home, and then disassemble, and can be restored to the original use.

When the policewoman saw this doll, she was very surprised, she naturally rolled such a doll when she was a child, but she had seen so much, only this one was particularly cute, it was a bear, and it looked no worse than the one she bought, and it was even more exquisite.

"Where did you get this?" The policewoman asked Chen Meng.

Chen Meng dismantled the doll in front of her, and said while dismantling, "I know that you have strict rules here, and things must be checked clearly, there are two pieces of candy in this doll, open it for you to see." ”

After dismantling, it was quickly restored within a minute, and others were amazed.

"I've taught you how to fold, can you help me pass it on to her?" Chen Meng handed it over again.

The policewoman swallowed her saliva, in fact, she wanted to say, she didn't learn it at all...

"Okay, I'll pass it on to her, is there anything else I need to pass on?"

Chen Meng thought for a moment and blurted out.

"I don't wash my feet in spring, mosquitoes bite me everywhere, and there are big bears in the wild, and no one can run."

After hearing this, the corners of the second master's mouth curled slightly, thinking of those distant memories.

She relied on this crooked poem to fool many people.

"Poof!" Everyone on the side laughed.

"Are you sure you want to turn this?"

"Well, just tell the truth." After Chen Meng finished speaking, he exchanged glances with the second master, turned around and walked out.

When they got outside, the two walked side by side slowly, and the second master said to Chen Meng.

"You've been very careless since you were a child."

Her textbooks are not only full of various adapted crooked poems, but also all kinds of graffiti, not only do she play by herself, but also lead the people around her astray.

"Hmph." Chen Meng glanced at him, quite arrogant.

"There's no more business, and being able to fool a man who has something serious to do is what I'm capable of!"

This second master really can't refute it. After all, if ordinary people want to compare their cheeks with Chen Meng, they are destined to lose.

In a single room in the detention center, Chen Huan sat in the corner, holding his hands on his knees and lowering his head, without saying a word.

She didn't look up when she heard the door open.

Time seems to have frozen for her these days, and she is not interested in everything outside.

The staff handed over the box handed over by Chen Meng, and when the box arrived in front of him, Chen Huan didn't react, until people read out the crooked poem full of childhood memories according to Chen Meng's instructions, and Chen Huan's eyes began to focus a little bit.

“... No one can run. After the staff finished reading with a smile, they saw Chen Huan's face full of tears and trembling hands to take the box.