Wang Lang smiled, took out the cigarette box, lit two cigarettes, and handed them to Lei Huaer, who was hanging his head.

Lei Huaer sucked one, looked up at everyone, and his eyes made everyone nervously raise the gun and point it at Lei Huaer. Lei Huaer grinned at Yang Mohan.

Yang Mohan couldn't help but touch the gun. On the other hand, Wang Lang smoked a cigarette calmly.

The two of them were intertwined inadvertently, and Wang Lang spit out a cigarette, "Are you satisfied?"

Yang Mohan sneered, "If I had known today, why should I have been there?"

Wang Lang continued to smoke, "You don't need to be too confused about the right or wrong in this world. If you are too confused, you will easily fall into a vicious circle that is difficult to break even if you are right or wrong."

"Right is right, wrong is wrong, there is no vicious circle like you said." Yang Mohan interrupted Wang Lang.

Wang Lang extinguished the cigarette butts, and the person next to him wanted to collect Wang Lang's cigarette. Wang Lang glanced indifferently. The man hesitated and did not continue under Yang Mohan's gesture.

"Where is Liu Changfeng? Where is Liu Changfeng? I want to see him." Lei Huaer stepped on the cigarette butts hard.

"Director Liu is being dismissed from office and investigated. Duni Bodhisattva crosses the river and is unable to protect himself. He has no time to take care of you." Yang Mohan sneered.

Wang Lang looked through the car window at the mottled light and shadow outside, and lit another cigarette.

After arriving at the place, Wang Lang and Lei Huaer were confiscated, changed their clothes, put on handshakes, and then they were separated and switched.

I was locked up for two days, and there was no movement for two days. I could only send food on time and time.

Many people can't hold on for a day, especially nowadays, people basically cannot live without their mobile phones and have nothing. They just stay in a small house, and they let them eat and drink water regularly. There is nothing else except eating, drinking, defecation, and many people will be crazy.

Wang Lang didn't know what this meant, but he could clearly feel that someone was manipulating him behind his back, otherwise Yang Mohan would not have been able to take out the ironclad evidence of arresting Wang Lang at once, and the person who surrounded the back mountain that day was not a policeman at all. The person behind this is up to be discussed.

The third day is still the same.

On the fourth day, the door opened, and Wang Lang, who was sleeping heavily, woke up, went out with handcuffs and pushed them out.

After getting out, he got in the car. When he got out, Wang Lang found that he was bringing trial.

When he first went down, the court had not yet begun. Wang Lang was taken to a room and Yang Mohan followed him.

Wang Lang asked a lawyer who came out of nowhere to ask for a cigarette and smoked it. The lawyer sorted out his information and finally sighed as Wang Lang.

Wang Lang stretched his neck to look at it and found that the information was all about him, and this lawyer was also his own dialectical lawyer. I don’t know why the court came out soon today.

"Are you going through the motions?" Wang Lang quipped.

The lawyer helped his glasses, "You have killed so many people, aren't you afraid that their souls will come to you?"

Wang Lang took out his ears, "The Dead Souls look for me? Do they dare?"

The lawyer was held back by Wang Lang, "Then have you ever been condemned to your conscience when you killed so many people?"

"Then do you know who I have killed?" Wang Lang smiled at the lawyer.

"No matter who you kill, people are born equal. This is a society ruled by law. You can use weapons of law to protect you."

"I can't do anything if he wants to kill me. You can't stretch your neck and wait for death." Wang Lang said again, the smoke had reached the end.

Wang Lang was about to draw another one, but someone came in and said that the trial was about to begin.

When Wang Lang went out, he paused for a moment, "Where is my brother?"

"He was the one who tried in the morning. He had already been sentenced and the death penalty was imposed. You can't escape death." The lawyer whispered.

Wang Lang took out his ears and continued to walk outside.

After a series of processes, the judge asked Wang Lang if there was anything to say, but Wang Lang was not ready to listen. The death penalty had been confirmed. The judge directly pronounced the sentence, and the dialectical lawyer saved some effort and everyone saved some effort.

The ending was expected, and the death penalty was executed, but for some reason, it would take one month to execute it.

He was pushed out, a black bag was buckled on his head, and he was directly put into the car. Wang Lang took off the black bag on his head by himself and lit a cigarette that came from the lawyer.

The few people next to him were sitting straight, and for some reason, they did not stop Wang Lang from smoking. However, they did not see Yang Mohan again.

He was sent to a prison in the suburbs of Linghe City. After he went there, he did not change Wang Lang's clothes, and he transported Wang Lang to other prisons overnight.

After rushing in the car for two nights and one day, Wang Lang was finally stuffed into a prison, and the place was remote and speechless. The walls around him were all dark, like a ferocious beast crawling here, devouring everything unknown.

Wang Lang was pushed out of the car.

I was taken a shower, sprinkled with disinfectant powder, shaved my hair, changed into a dress, and put on my hand and shackles again.

Wang Lang grabbed the old prison guard who was in charge and said with a smile, "Can you give me my phone? I will take advantage of the two days to become the king of the new season."

The old prison guard was angry and laughed and ordered someone to push Wang Lang away.

The shackles were dragging on the ground, but the sound was not slow, but it was very crisp. The two prison guards who were escorting Wang Lang were surprised to see Wang Lang walking relaxed. This thing was twenty kilograms and forty kilograms. The pair on Wang Lang's feet was obviously forty kilograms, but it gave people the feeling that they were not wearing shackles on their feet, and they were relaxed.

After arriving at the place, the two untied Wang Lang, pushed Wang Lang in, and untied Wang Lang's handshakes.

Wang Lang turned around and found that the place he closed was not a single room, but a house of about 20 square meters. The opposite door was a row of large bunks, divided into two rows in front and back, which was basically half the position of the entire house. There was a toilet behind the door, and the stench drifted out of it.

The location of the bunk bed is very particular, the innermost part is cleanest, and the mattresses are also complete, the colder it gets on the side.

At the innermost position was a young man, in his twenties, with a triangular eye, dark skin, tall head, slightly hunched back, and a cigarette on his ear. When Wang Lang went in, he opened his eyes, then closed his eyes, leaned against the quilt, rested his head on his hands, crossed his legs, and lit his toes one by one.

There were more than a dozen people sitting on the Datong Bed, in different shapes, from their early twenties to their forties. They all looked at Wang Lang who came in, like a group of insensitive zombies, and each of them had decay in their eyes.

All of them were all wearing green skin, and their numb eyes revealed a bad look, as if they were about to swallow someone.

Wang Lang knew that he needed to go through the procedure when coming in, and all newcomers had to leave.

Silence was nearly twenty seconds.

"Squat down!"

Finally someone spoke.
Chapter completed!