An Qing watched Wu Qiang and Ding Mei struggling to look back at him, and waved their hands at them with a smile.
They were so angry that they almost lost their breath.
Wu Qiang and Ding Mei were directly thrown into the detention center by the leading police.
They squatted in the same cell.
Wu Qiang rubbed his arm that had been bruised and said bitterly: "Mom, what do you think those police are doing?"
Don’t believe me, this gun is really real.”
Ding Mei's body also hurt.
She rubbed her pinched wrist and sighed: "Silly son, you haven't noticed yet.
This is little Begogo deliberately plotting against us."
"I also know that An Qing is plotting against us, but how could that gun disappear?
It's impossible."
Wu Qiang scratched his head when he thought of the gun.
He couldn't figure it out.
How did it become a living gun?
An Qing, who had no opponent at home, was really bored by himself, so he started to take out guns from the space and clean them, one, two, slowly the whole bedroom was full, slowly the living room was also full, and slowly even the kitchen was full.
It was full.
Speaking of the collection of many people, it was a bit sad.
An Qing looked at a room full of guns and sighed deeply.
Originally, Wu Qiang and Ding Mei were in a small cell, but seeing the two people whispering incessantly, some young policemen who had been to An Qing's house couldn't stand them, so they thought of changing the cell.
That couldn't be simpler.
So Wu Qiang was assigned to a group of old guys who were all men, while Ding Mei was assigned to a group of women, and it was also the kind of group where people were waiting to be sentenced to death.
The detention center is meant to bully students.
If some people give some hints and mention the little things Wu Qiang and Ding Mei did, those old fritters will get the news.
If there is any disgrace, they will be punished immediately.
A big dish.
Being beaten is not a big deal in the detention center, but if everyone beats you, it is a big deal, and Wu Qiang enjoyed this treatment.
After going around in circles, Wu Qiang felt that all the bones in his body were about to break, but it happened that those who beat people were all experienced.
It was obviously painful, but none of them were serious.
He could not even apply for medical parole.
Ding Mei is a woman, and she is old, so the women's bosses didn't beat her too much, but women have their own tricks, depriving her of sleep, pouring cold water on her body, and pinching her scalp, which is worse than beating someone.
Fortunately, the police officer who took the lead didn't want to cause trouble, so he just locked up Wu Qiang and Ding Mei for two days and then released them, but even then they were both humanoid when they came out.
Wu Qiang and Ding Mei supported each other and finally got home.
They caught up with An Qing coming out of the bedroom and going to work: "Oh, you're back so soon.
You can't report me again."
An Qing said, and then He took out a gun and pointed it at the two people's heads.
That cold touch, that familiar feeling, Wu Qiang stared and went crazy, shouting: "I knew it was true, it was true."
"Then you call the police."
An Qing raised his eyebrows and pointed at the gun in his hand, his eyes full of provocation.
Wu Qiang and Ding Mei had already suffered a loss.
How could they dare to call the police?
Ding Mei looked at An Qing's appearance and her eyes were red with anger: "If you do this, you will be punished."
In addition to cursing bitterly, Ding Mei had already Nothing can be done.
"Even if there is retribution, it will be you first."
With that said, An Qing put the gun in his pocket, turned around and walked out the door. tgt ttrgt: