"Who called the police?"

Jiang Peng immediately waved his hand and said, "It's me."

While he was still looking at the police sign on the police chest.

The bearded policeman's name is "Wenlai"

Wen Lai glanced at Jiang Peng and said to the policeman behind him, "Calculate the scene first."

The policeman nodded and began to get busy.

After a while, an ambulance arrived and took the dwarf winter melon, several other seriously injured gangsters and the Chinatown neighbors away.

"Boss, the injured are taken away, and there are still five or six who are fine left to take them to the car." Soon, the police officer came back with a small team of policemen.

Wen Lai nodded, pointed at Jiang Peng, and said, "Let's go with us."

After saying that, Wen Lai stepped forward and signaled Jiang Peng to follow him.

Jiang Peng took a deep breath without any intention of resisting.

"Hey, what do you police mean? If you don't catch anyone who beats and smashes, come and catch the people."

Seeing that Jiang Peng was about to be taken away, the remaining neighbors immediately became unhappy. Everyone started to cheer and spoke.

Wen Lai glanced at the crowd and shouted loudly: "Who will go with us again?"

Mrs. Chen from the clinic couldn't help it, and in a white coat stepped forward and said, "Come on, catch me together."

As soon as Mrs. Chen started, several neighbors with good relationships with Jiang Peng immediately stepped forward.

A warm current suddenly surged in Jiang Peng's heart.

"Don't argue, I just went back to Officer Wenlai to record a confession and talk about the incident. Don't worry, I believe the police's way is fair."

Jiang Peng was speaking Chinese, but Wen Lai seemed to understand. He glanced at Jiang Peng, a little surprised and a little appreciated.

"Let's go." Wen Lai glanced at Jiang Peng, speaking Chinese and was fluent.

Jiang Peng nodded, the two got into the police car and soon disappeared in Chinatown.

Seeing Jiang Peng being taken away, the neighbors all sighed.

No one noticed the cringing figure on the corner of the street.

Jiang Xiaohu watched Jiang Peng being taken away from a distance, his heart seemed to be missing, empty.

Just now, she wanted to rush over and stop the police, but for the sake of face, she couldn't move away.

Uncle Le was still packing up the scattered spies, and Jiang Xiaohu went back to the second floor.

Jiang Peng's fighting just now was still vivid in his mind. When the stick hit Jiang Peng, Jiang Xiaohu's heart also felt ache.

All this is because of myself.

Open the door and a fragrance penetrated into the nose.

The afterglow of the sunset was scattered by the windows, and my mother's spiritual position was wiped spotlessly, and three incense sticks were burning on the incense burner that was about to reach the end.

Three dishes and one soup are quietly placed on the dining table, and the snow-white fish soup is still steaming.

Jiang Xiaohu suddenly shed two tears.

Tears splashed on the back of the hand, slightly cool.

The memories of the past surged into my heart, and Jiang Xiaohu felt inexplicably painful.

No one stands with you at dusk, no one asks you how warm the porridge is.

Jiang Xiaohu never believed in gods and Buddhas, but at this moment, she actually began to pray, praying that the man could come back early.

...

Duocai City Police Department.

After Jiang Peng was taken to the police station, he was temporarily detained.

No one asked him, no one cared about him.

Jiang Peng had to rest against the wall.

I just got a few sticks on my left hand and back, but now it has eased and the pain is unbearable.

"Luckily, there was no fracture." Jiang Peng rubbed his slightly swollen left arm and sighed.

Time passed, and while Jiang Peng was half asleep and half awake, the iron door was suddenly opened.

"Come out, record your confession and leave."

Jiang Peng woke up suddenly.
Chapter completed!