Chapter 263: Jailed, foolishly filial, the truth is white.

When he was taken away by the police, Shoucheng Zhu managed to maintain his composure, forcibly suppressing the fear of having cold handcuffs knocked on his wrists, and even following the instructions in his travel brochure, when confronted with the police who asked him where the videos and pictures on his computer of harming young children came from, he said that he would not say a word until his own lawyer arrived.

He had heard that the United States is a country of evidence, and that if they didn't catch him in the act, as long as he didn't admit it, then they had no recourse.

As he was escorted to the police station, an officer gruffly asked Shoucheng Zhu if he had anyone who could post bail for him, and if so, he might get lucky tonight and not have to spend the night in jail.

Shoucheng Zhu gulped in the face of the orange-red telephone.

In the United States, the only family he has is his son.

But those videos and photos, he really did not have the courage to let his son see, because he did not guarantee that his son still remember the faces of those children.

Between hesitation, the police officer has become impatient: "Do you have someone to contact?"

Shoucheng Zhu asked, "How much does bail cost?"

"Depends on the situation." The police officer was extraordinarily rude to him, "Judging by the possibility of you endangering society, $100,000."

"...... hundred thousand?"

Shoucheng Zhu was shocked.

Even after learning English, his Chinese thinking is still deep-rooted, and when he encounters such things, he instinctively starts to bring out the main reasoning, questioning the motive of the other party: "You suspect me in the first place, invade personal privacy in the second, this is clearly extortion, I want to contact the embassy ...... "

The other side, however, did not even take him up on his offer, "Can someone bail you out."

That said, Shoucheng Zhu was too afraid to contact his son, so how could he dare to contact the embassy so easily?

His heart is still panicking and his hands are shaking so much that he can't think of a good excuse to justify himself.

He thought, why not first calm down, anyway, the son in a few hours after work, will soon find himself missing, when the time will naturally find over, he used these few hours to clear up his thoughts, and his face to face, the effect may be better than across the phone.

Thinking about this, Shoucheng Zhu replied, "For the time being ...... is not available."

The cop across the street sneered unabashedly, swiped and signed a slip, and handed him over to another cop.

For such a bad attitude, Shoucheng Zhu dare not speak, but secretly remembered his police number, ready to go out and immediately complain about him.

He was first taken into a makeshift detention room, a small four-square concrete room with an iron fence on one side and unplastered, hairy concrete on the other three walls. There was nothing but an iron toilet, a washbasin that was constantly seeping with water, and a standard-sized iron bed.

Today is cloudy, even if it is noon, the deep autumn wind is still blowing Shoucheng Zhu spine cold, wrapped that with the smell of disinfectant quilt, looking outside a dozing fat policewoman, his heart floating layers of anxiety and fear, many times forced himself to calm down to think is useless.

The cold handcuffs were still on his wrists, a constant reminder of its presence.

For Shoucheng Zhu, this is a great insult.

The handcuffs made it impossible for him to think, and Shoucheng Zhu curled up on the bed, even unable to resist the grumpy thought of smashing it, the aggression in his heart surged up, rushing the thought that was easily complete to pieces again and again.

Soon, someone came and pointed at him and rattled off a series of words in the United States dialect, as if they were taking him to some "jail".

According to Shoucheng Zhu's English level, he can only translate it as "prison" and is not very good at distinguishing the difference between this word and "prison".

He had heard about the unforgiving gunplay of the United States police and knew he couldn't offend them too much, so he went along, waiting for his son to come and pick him up when he realized something was wrong.

But the more Shoucheng Zhu walked, the more he felt something was wrong.

He was led to a special place, got his prison coat, got a towel, and picked up matching shoes.

...... How does this look like he's meant to stay here for a long time?!

When he was pushed into the group cell where six people were imprisoned with a basin in his hand, Shoucheng Zhu's hair stood on end as he was instantly greeted by several stern glances from the narrow space.

He stepped in, pretending to be calm, and hunkered down in the only empty bunk, bellyaching, intent on finding a reason for the existence of those things on the computer, unaware of the guards' bizarre attitude of contempt for him with a touch of sympathy.

While the door was still open, a short teenager came to the door in his prison coat and slippers, and asked the guards a few questions in Mexican, followed by a change in the way he looked back at Shoucheng Zhu.

The iron door rumbled shut.

Shoucheng Zhu found the atmosphere in the small room strange, Mexico teenagers on their hands and knees on one of the bunks, to the top bunk wrapped in the quilt people whispered a few words.

Shoucheng Zhu pretended not to see it, not wanting to cause trouble, who thought he had just sat down shortly, a tall cloud of gloom fell silently to his side.

Shoucheng Zhu was really surprised when he looked up.

Shoucheng Zhu is already considered tall, but the horse-faced white man did not know what to eat, to be half a head higher than him.

He was covered in superficial gangsterism and looked unnerved by being locked up, obviously a vagrant who had been deliberately committing petty crimes all year so he could come to the prison to dawdle over food and drink: "What were you locked up for, sir?"

Shoucheng Zhu put it succinctly: "A misunderstanding."

The homeless man is a stalker, rejected by Shoucheng Zhu, but still shamelessly came over: "Tell me about it, otherwise it's boring."

Shoucheng Zhu, somewhat disgusted by the taste in his mouth, said perfunctorily, "There's nothing to say, they searched my home and found some contraband ...... I didn't do it on purpose."

The homeless man made a scalding sucking motion, signaling him, "Huh?"

Shoucheng Zhu was desperate to get rid of him: "It's not smoking' drugs, it's ...... computers."

It dawned on the homeless man, "Oh, let me guess, you got into a site you shouldn't have."

As we speak, the man who was lying on the bed and listening to the Mexican teenager rolled over and sat up, also Mexican-looking, with a moustache on his chin that looked like a weed, he also looked like a senior hooligan.

He rubbed the corner of his eyes, and put the rubbed down filth on his fingertips and crushed it: "Guys, here comes the fun. One □□□."

Shoucheng Zhu's heart was filled with lead and plunged downward, tearing his cavity with pain: "I ...... am not!"

He saw that the situation is not right, naturally do not expect to use the "love" words to convince them.

He stiffened his neck and tried his best to explain, "I am not, you have misunderstood."

Mexico teenager said in broken English: "We have inquired, your computer saved a lot of Asian children without clothes photos, can not find the source, it is very likely that you took it yourself, and, you used to be a teacher."

Shoucheng Zhu's cold sweat came down.

These people are really regulars in the prison, and they are familiar with that guard!

Just now, the teenager was asking the prison guards for information ......

The bearded man stretched lazily and lay on his side: "Entertain him well. I'll give a reward to whoever behaves well when we get out."

Before Shoucheng Zhu could react to who the boss in this prison was, the horse-faced white man next to him suddenly flipped out, grabbed him by the hair and slammed into the wall with a bang.

Shoucheng Zhu's head was hit with a buzzing sound, the stars danced in front of his eyes, and in a short time he felt the hot stream flowing down from his hair.

He thought it was just his bad luck that he met the unreasonable Badan Wang, and let it go if he received two hard blows.

However, when his legs went cold and he found his pants being ripped off, Shoucheng Zhu finally went into a breakdown to the point of forgetting where he was and hissing in Chinese, "What are you doing? You're breaking the law!!!"

Several people in the room looked at each other.

They are unintelligible.

In their opinion, this old man is an old pervert, I don't know if it's Japanese or Korean, but Asians all look the same anyway.

They only know that in their perception, the prison □ is the lowest of all prisoners, is trash, and can also be repaired at will to play.

As he watched the Mexican teenager grab a mop pole in the corner, Shoucheng Zhu's guts split and he broke free of the horse face's confinement and jumped on the door, chiseling desperately, hissing: "Somebody! Where are the police! Do you care? Do you... ah!

He was grabbed back and pressed down hard on the bed, a face squeezed out of shape by the bed rail.

Not far away two prison guards vaguely heard the cell from Shoucheng Zhu painful as a pig killing howl.

They looked at each other with a face of habit.

"They're conditioning new people again."

"Let them be."

Each of them shrugged indifferently and went back to their busy registration.

......

The other end.

When Shoucheng Zhu's son and daughter-in-law came home, they found that their father was not at home and did not pay attention, thinking he had gone out again, until the son found that Shoucheng Zhu's cell phone had been left at home, then they panicked.

In this unfamiliar place, what if he gets lost?

Shoucheng Zhu's son contacted the local police, only to be informed of his father's case instead.

When he first heard the reason for Shoucheng Zhu's arrest, Shoucheng Zhu's son thought it was a funny joke.

But when the other side ignored their questions and coldly asked if they needed bail for Shoucheng Zhu, the couple was stunned.

After dropping the phone, Shoucheng Zhu's son spent three minutes on the couch, unable to digest this fact, but he immediately did what he thought was the right thing to do after the daze.

He pulled up his suit, "I'm going to go to the police station and bail my dad out."

However, Mei A's wife, who usually praises her father, was uncharacteristic: "Wait a minute, let's talk about this."

The son said sharply, "Come back and talk about it!"

Mei A yanked him: "Sit down! Clear your head! Your father now ...... can't rush to fish out!"

Shoucheng Zhu's son was going crazy, yelling, "He's my father! How can I let him suffer in jail?"

Mei A did the same, yelling back, "I know it's your father! But what about you! What about your career? You just arrived at the United States, your career is just starting, if people know you have such a father, and you spend a huge amount of bail money to bail him out and fight for him, do you want to lose your career?"

The son argued, "My dad is not ...... he can't be, he's just a good old man, there must be some misunderstanding-"

Mei A: "Don't be silly! They said that your father first logged on to a child pornography website, downloaded pictures, left a record with the police, and spied on the children next door before they came to the house. The result was that in his computer, he found his 'lesson plan' and also found naked. Naked - body photos of children ...... that computer is your father brought from China, like a baby, I thought there was something important inside, did not expect -"

The son insisted: "My dad is really not like that!!! He raised me all by himself, it was so hard for him ......"

"You came out to work early, what do you know about him! Do you really know him?" Mei A palpitations, "your father before he also said, to come to the United States to me with children, I now think about the back of the spine cold sweat ...... you calm down first, okay, let's discuss, to see if there is a more appropriate way to deal with this matter ......"

But no matter how much his wife tried to dissuade him, his son went to the place where Shoucheng Zhu was being held overnight, trying to post bail to have his father released.

When they heard the amount of the bail, both their son and Mei A froze in their tracks.

...... $150,000.

This means that the crime is too serious and there is no intention to let the family bail out!

Mei A was slightly relieved to hear this figure.

They had just arrived in the United States, and after paying full price for the house, they had less than $100,000 in their account to call on immediately, and could never afford such a high bail amount.

However, what she didn't expect was for her son to hear this amount and actually pick up his phone to borrow money from his colleagues.

Mei A squeezed his phone: "What's wrong with you?"

The son's tears welled up, and his business elite look was swept away, scratching his hair: "My dad raised me single-handedly, I can't let him suffer in jail!"

Mei A still held his hand and refused to let go.

The son tried his best to convince her, "As long as Dad comes out properly, goes to court properly, and settles things, the money is able to come back! If you do not agree to borrow money, we will temporarily offset the house out ......"

Mei A was furious at her words, and swung her bag and smashed it hard on her husband's face, the diamond-shaped zipper slashed his face with a bloody gash, and left in anger.

After standing in the night with a nice cold breeze, Mei A gradually calmed down, fished her cell phone out of her bag and called her best friend in China.

"Sis, it's me." Mei A turned her head towards the lighted police station, "Are you busy? There's something I might have to ask you. My father-in-law came to the United States some time ago, he always said he wanted to work for a few more years, but now he suddenly said the school wants him to retire ...... I think it's a bit strange, if you are convenient, can you help me inquire, is he in the country... ...something happened?"