Chapter 1 The Misunderstanding

Zhou, the owner, was blissfully unaware of just how deep the misunderstanding with the police had grown. He didn’t have any anti-surveillance skills. In his previous life, he had left the orphanage with a clean slate and worked hard to build his life, never once setting foot in a detention center. This life, however, marked his second visit. The last time was when he had just possessed this body, and Doctor Lin had come to take him away.

He remembered chatting with the guy next to him at the time about how attractive the woman was…

When the police brought Doctor Lin in front of Zhou Ze and said, “Your wife is here to pick you up,”

Zhou Ze was completely dumbfounded.

He sat down on the platform, which was a little cold, but Zhou Ze didn't mind the chill. He noticed that only the old Taoist and he were being held together; Old Xu wasn't detained here.

This was truly an unexpected disaster, with a cause and course of events that had a comedic effect.

Just then, the door to the detention center opened, and two policemen pushed in a food cart. Each person being held received a boxed meal and a bottle of mineral water.

The quality of the boxed meal was quite good, with two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes. The police even asked if there was enough food, offering extra white rice.

The old Taoist was particularly enthusiastic, taking two boxed meals and happily eating them.

Zhou Ze opened his boxed meal, picked up his chopsticks, and poked at the pieces of meat, but he really didn't have an appetite.

The Bianhua flower product wasn't ready yet, and he didn’t bring plum juice. In this situation, asking Zhou Ze to eat was a bit difficult for him.

One of the policemen noticed this scene and said with some displeasure, "So picky?"

Zhou Ze glanced back at him, didn't say anything, put down his chopsticks, opened the mineral water, and took a few sips.

The afternoon passed uneventfully. The old Taoist wanted to chat with the boss, afraid he was bored, but seeing that the boss wasn't in the mood, he simply leaned against the railing and started snoring.

With the old Taoist's life experience, entering the detention center was like returning home, so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar. He could eat and drink well and sleep soundly inside.

The inmates here were also very polite, and he loved it here.

The boss, on the other hand, leaned against the wall, spacing out, not depressed or anxious. It was purely like changing the location of the sofa in his bookstore, just a different kind of salted fish experience.

But no matter how much of a salted fish he was, Zhou Ze couldn't sit still when evening came. His schedule had been very regular lately, and it was time to sleep, but without Bai Yingying by his side and without the refrigerator here, he couldn't sleep.

The two policemen in the distance had changed shifts. The new policemen were constantly patrolling, and one was sitting there, seemingly reading a book.

The old Taoist was still snoring there, seemingly sleeping even more soundly than at home.

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of the Count of Monte Cristo. He remembered that the Count of Monte Cristo seemed to have escaped from prison by digging a tunnel. Although he didn't have any tools, it seemed like his fingernails could dig?

But instead of digging a tunnel, wouldn't it be better to just use his fingernails to pry open the lock?

And those two policemen, he seemed to be able to…………

His armor could probably stop bullets, right?

While Zhou, the owner, was spacing out,

He suddenly heard a "clatter... clatter..." sound in his ear.

The sound was like the sound of iron chains dragging on the ground, a little crisp, a little dull.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised. People still wear shackles these days?

That shouldn't be the case.

He looked towards the entrance and found that no one was being escorted in, but the "clatter" sound continued incessantly and was getting closer and closer.

And the two policemen, including the old Taoist and the other inmates, didn't react at all.

Zhou Ze opened his mouth and yawned. He understood that perhaps only he could hear this sound.

What a sound that only he could hear represented didn't need to be said.

But Zhou Ze was a little strange. How could there be that kind of thing in a police station?

The middle school political textbooks clearly stated that the police are national violent organs with armed characteristics endowed by national laws and are the national machine, which gods and ghosts must not violate.

This was also the reason why Zhou Ze was unwilling to start a conflict and willingly be arrested for questioning to clarify the situation. First, he was unwilling to destroy his previous bookstore life, and second, it was very unwise to have a direct conflict with the police, even if he was a ghost messenger.

Therefore, Zhou Ze was a little surprised that there would be dirty things appearing here.

"Clatter... clatter..."

The sound came from far and near, but it never really appeared. Zhou Ze felt like a newbie who bought a ticket to a striptease show, anxiously waiting for the performers on stage to quickly take off the most important two pieces of clothing.

But it just made you itch, just rubbed you on the outside, just wouldn't let you in, deliberately scratching your heart.

At this moment, Zhou, the owner, really had the urge to break the lock and push the door open to take a look in the aisle to see which ignorant big shot was causing trouble here.

A policeman walked over, looked at Zhou Ze, who was grabbing the railing and looking at the exit, sighed, and said:

"Confess leniently, resist strictly. Confess what you need to confess, and you can get out, at least to find peace of mind, right?"

Zhou Ze ignored him and continued to look at the exit.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. You're not that old, are you? About the same age as my son."

"..." Zhou Ze.

This time, Zhou Ze turned his head and looked at the police uncle.

"Big brother, you're really not suitable for political education work."

"Hey, it's okay, let's just chat."

The policeman actually sat directly on the ground, sitting across the railing from Zhou Ze, like he was about to have a heart-to-heart talk.

But Zhou, the owner's, attention was basically attracted by the sound of chains in the aisle, and he wasn't in the mood to entertain this person at this time.

Moreover, this uncle was very insincere. Zhou Ze noticed him at first glance during the shift change. He had a strong aura of righteousness about him, especially the national emblem on his police cap, which looked like it was really shining in Zhou Ze's eyes.

Would this kind of policeman be reduced to being a guard?

Zhou Ze wasn't naive enough to think that every guard randomly selected from the police station was a hidden sweeping monk.

"Hey, let me be honest with you. I've heard about your situation. I know you're married, you have your own family, so we didn't notify your wife this time;

You may also be being deceived. In fact, many people who make drugs are tools of drug trafficking organizations. There's really no need to take the blame for them. As long as you can tell us the clues you know, you have a chance to atone for your sins."

Zhou Ze waved his hand impatiently,

"You guys really got the wrong person. I didn't make drugs, and I didn't touch that stuff. This is just a small misunderstanding. I just wanted to buy a simple set of equipment to make orange crystal water for myself."

"Don't be so resistant, and don't rush to deny it. Calm down and think about it carefully." This uncle was still trying to persuade him patiently.

Perhaps, in his opinion, Zhou Ze was young and had a simple resume, so he should be a good breakthrough point.

But he couldn't possibly know that Zhou, the owner, was a person who had died once. Not to mention that he didn't do that kind of damned thing, even if he did, could Zhou, the owner's, temperament be so easily broken through by your few words?

"Think about it, we've already noticed you this time. Sooner or later, the evidence will be found. If you don't want anyone to know, don't do it. There are gods three feet above your head, right?

Besides, you know the harm that drugs do to people. When you do so many wicked things, aren't you afraid of going to hell?"

"..." Zhou Ze.

"We're just chatting casually anyway, it's not an interrogation, and there won't be any recording, so it's easier for me to talk." The policeman coughed.

"Let me tell you the truth." Zhou Ze said helplessly.

"You say it, I'm listening." The policeman secretly made a gesture, signaling his colleagues watching the surveillance to pay attention, while he also listened attentively.

"This is really just a misunderstanding. You checked my resume, you should know that my wife's family is very rich. Also, you arrested that employee of mine named Xu in the bookstore. You can check, he has more than twenty houses under his name.

These days, no matter what you do in the real economy, innovation, or whatever, where is there anything faster and more stable than real estate?

Even that guy in the Taoist robe, he alone has sponsored hundreds of students in mountainous areas, and he earns tens of thousands of yuan for one livestream.

Are we so bored that we have so much money that we still run to make and sell drugs?"

Zhou Ze felt that he had said these words from the bottom of his heart.

The meaning was also very clear,

We don't lack money,

Even Zhou, the owner, who was the poorest, could get money if he shamelessly flattered his father-in-law, or even simpler, he could fool Bai Yingying into giving him some burial objects to sell as antiques and live a worry-free life.

"Hmm..."

The policeman had obviously investigated the situation of these people,

At this time,

After hearing Zhou Ze's words, he also nodded, indicating that what he said was indeed very reasonable.

"Look, right? We all have money, and we don't lack money. How could we be idle enough to do illegal and undisciplined things? Do we think our lives aren't comfortable enough?

The logic doesn't make sense."

A rather playful expression appeared on the policeman's face as he said:

"This can't be considered the strictest logic, especially in your case."

"What?"

"For example... the bookstore you opened in Nanda has been losing money, right?

So, we can completely re-determine your motive based on this.

For example,

A person who would open a bookstore in a prime commercial center that is sure to lose money,

It seems to make sense for him to make and sell drugs,

Because maybe your starting point and the most original purpose is not to make money at all,

Maybe it's just out of excitement, out of fun...

You're right, aren't you?"

"..." Zhou Ze.