Chapter 263: Jailed, Foolishly Pilgrimage, Truth Is White.

When he was taken away by the police, Zhu Shoucheng could barely maintain his composure, forcibly suppressing the fear of having cold handcuffs knocked on his wrists, and even followed the instructions in the guidebook to not say a single word when confronted by the police officer who asked him where the videos and pictures of the young child on his computer had come from, until his lawyer arrived.

He has heard that the United States is a country that cares about evidence, and as long as they don't admit that they didn't catch themselves in the act, they have no recourse.

When he was escorted to the police station, a police officer asked Zhu Shoucheng in a rough voice if there was anyone who could post bail for him, and if so, he might have good luck tonight and not have to spend the night in jail.

Zhu Shoucheng faces the orange-red telephone and gulps.

The only family he has in America is his son.

But he didn't have the courage to let his son see those videos and photos, because he couldn't be sure that his son would remember the faces of those children.

Between hesitations, the policeman had become impatient: "Do you have someone to contact?"

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

"Depends." The police officer was extraordinarily unkind to him, "Judging by the likelihood that you're a danger to society, a hundred thousand dollars."

"...... hundred thousand dollars?"

Zhu Shoucheng was horrified.

Even after learning English, his Chinese mindset is still deeply rooted, and when he encounters this kind of thing, he instinctively starts to bring out the big theory, questioning the other party's motives: "You suspect me for no reason in the first place, and invade my privacy in the second place, which is obviously extortion, I want to contact the embassy ....... "

The other man, however, didn't even pick him up, "Can anyone bail you out."

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

His heart was still in a panic and his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't think of a good excuse to justify himself.

He thought, why don't we just calm down for a while, anyway, his son will be off work in a few hours, he will soon find out that he is missing, and will naturally come looking for him then, and he will use these few hours to get his thoughts straight, and talk to him face to face, which will probably be more effective than across the phone.

Thinking about this, Zhu Shoucheng replied, "For the time being ...... no."

The policeman across the street gave an undisguised sneer, swiped and signed a slip, and handed him over to another policeman.

For this kind of bad attitude, Zhu Shoucheng dares to be angry and dare not say, can only secretly memorize his police number, ready to go out immediately after the complaint against him.

He was first taken into a makeshift holding cell, a small, four-square concrete room with an iron fence on one side and unpolished, burly cement on the other three walls. There was nothing but an iron toilet, a lavatory with constant seepage, and a standard-sized iron bed.

Today is cloudy, even if it is midday, the wind in the depths of autumn is still blowing Zhu Shoucheng spine cold, wrapped the quilt with the smell of disinfectant water, looking at the outside of a dozing fat policewoman, his heart floated layers of uneasiness and trepidation, and many times forced himself to calm down and think to no avail.

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

For Zhu Shoucheng, this is a great insult.

Handcuffs make him simply can not think, Zhu Shoucheng curled up on the bed, and even can not help but appear to want to smash it of the violent thoughts, the heart of the aggrieved strands of the upsurge, the hard to complete up the thoughts of the time and again rushed to the seven pieces.

Soon, someone came and pointed at him, gurgling a series of words in the American dialect that sounded like they were taking him to some kind of "jail".

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

He'd heard of the six-pointed guns of the American police and knew he couldn't offend them too much, so he had to follow, and Prime waited for his son to come and get him back when he realized something was wrong.

But the more Zhu Shoucheng walks, the more he feels that something is not right.

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

How does ...... this look like he's going to be staying here for a long time?

Carrying a wash basin and pushed into the communal cell where six people were imprisoned, Zhu Shoucheng was met with a number of furtive glances from the cramped area.

He stepped in with feigned composure and hunkered down in the only empty bunk, belabored and intent on finding a reason for the existence of those things on the computer, unaware of the weirdness of the guards who were looking at him with so much sympathy in their disdain.

Before the door closed, a short teenager came to the door draped in a prison jacket and slippers, asked the guards a few questions in Mexican, and then looked back at Zhu Shoucheng with a different look in his eyes.

The iron door rumbled shut.

Zhu Shoucheng felt that the atmosphere in the small room was strange, the Mexican teenager went up to one of the bunks on his hands and knees, and whispered something to the person wrapped in the blanket on the upper bunk.

Zhu Shoucheng pretended not to see it, not wanting to stir up trouble, who thought that he had just sat down not long ago, a tall cloud fell silently to his side.

Zhu Shoucheng was shocked when he looked up.

Zhu Shoucheng is already tall, but that horse-faced white man doesn't know what he ate, but he is half a head taller than him.

He was covered in superficial gangliness, looked unfazed by being locked up, and was obviously a perennial vagabond who deliberately committed minor offenses so that he could run to the prison to dabble in food and drink, "What are you in here for, sir?"

Zhu Shoucheng put it succinctly, "A misunderstanding."

The homeless man is a pestering person, Zhu Shoucheng refused, but still shamelessly come over: "Tell me, otherwise how boring."

Zhu Shoucheng Somewhat disgusted by the taste in his mouth, he perfunctorily said, "There s nothing to say They searched my home and found some contraband ...... I didn t mean it."

The hobo made a hot sucking motion, signaling him, "Huh?"

Zhu Shoucheng desperately wanted to get rid of him, "It's not smoking' drugs, it's ...... computers."

The homeless man snapped to attention, "Oh, let me guess, you went to a site you shouldn't have."

Speaking, just crouched on the bed, listening to the Mexican teenagers to talk about the person rolled over and sat up, the same Mexican looks, chin beard and mustache born in a mess like weeds, also looks like a senior hooligan.

He rubbed the goop out of his eyes and crushed the rubbed down filth on his fingertips again, "Guys, here comes the fun. A pedophile."

Zhu Shoucheng A heart injected like lead, violently fell down, pulling his cavity raw pain: "I ...... am not!"

He saw that the situation was not right, and naturally he did not expect to convince them with the word "love".

He stiffened his neck and tried desperately to explain, "I'm not, you've got it all wrong."

The Mexican teenager said in broken English, "We've asked around, you've got a lot of pictures of little Asian kids with no clothes stored on your computer, we can't find the source, it's very likely that you took them yourself, and besides, you used to be a teacher."

Zhu Shoucheng's cold sweat brushed off.

These people are really prison regulars, and they're actually familiar with that guard!

Just now, this teenager was poking around the prison guards ......

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

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

Zhu Shoucheng's head was hit with a buzzing sound, and the stars danced before his eyes, not long before he felt the hot stream dripping from his hair.

He thought it was just his bad luck that he met the unreasonable Wang Ba egg, and he was fine with taking two hard hits.

However, when he doubled up and realized that his pants were being ripped off, Zhu Shoucheng was finally in such a state of collapse that he forgot where he was and hissed in Chinese, "What are you doing? You're breaking the law!!!"

Several people present looked at each other.

They are unintelligible.

To them, the old man was just an old pervert, I don't know if he's Japanese or Korean, but all Asians look the same anyway.

All they know, in their perception, is that prison pedophiles are the bottom of the barrel of all inmates, garbage, and something to be fixed up for fun.

Seeing the Mexican teenager manipulated a mop stick in the corner, Zhu Shoucheng liver and gall bladder cracked, I do not know where to come from the strength, but even hard to break free from the confinement of the horse's face, pounced on the door, desperately chiseling the door, hissing: "Come to the people ah! The police! Do you guys care? You guys--ah!!!"

He was grabbed back and pressed down hard on the bed, a face that was shaped by the bed rails.

Not far away, two prison guards vaguely heard Zhu Shoucheng's pained, pig-killing howls coming from the cell.

They looked at each other with a look of resignation.

"They're conditioning new people again."

"Let them be."

The two men each shrugged indifferently and went back to work on their registration.

......

The other end.

Zhu Shoucheng's son and daughter-in-law went home and found his father was not at home, but also did not pay attention, thought he went out again, until the son found Zhu Shoucheng's cell phone fell in the house, and then panicked.

What if he gets lost in the middle of nowhere?

Zhu Shoucheng's son contacted the local police, only to be notified about his father instead.

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

But when the other side ignored their questioning and coldly asked if they needed bail Zhu Shoucheng, the couple froze.

After dropping the phone and sitting on the couch for three minutes, Zhu Shoucheng's son still couldn't digest the fact, but he took what he thought was the right course of action immediately after his daze.

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

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

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

A Mei pulled him back, "Sit down! Get your head on straight! Your father now ...... can't rush to fish out!"

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

A Mei did the same, yelling back, "I know that's your dad! But what about you! What about your career? You've just arrived in the US, your career is just starting out, if people find out that you have such a pedophile 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 boy, there must be some kind of misunderstanding -"

A Mei : "Don't be silly! People said that your father first logged on to a child pornography website, downloaded pictures, left a record with the police, and then spied on the kids next door before they came to the house. As a result, in his computer, they found some 'lesson plan' of his, and also found pictures of naked-bodied children ...... That computer was brought by your dad from China, baby-like, I thought there was something important in it, but I didn't think that --"

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

"You came out early to work and work, what do you know about him! Do you really know him?" A Mei's heart palpitates, "Your father used to he even said that he wanted to come to the US to bring me a child, I now think about it and a cold sweat breaks out on the back of my spine ...... Can you calm down first, let's discuss this and see if there's a more appropriate way of dealing with this matter... ..."

But no matter how much his wife tried to dissuade him, his son still rushed to the place where Zhu Shoucheng was being held overnight, wanting to pay the bail and release his father.

And upon hearing the amount of the bail, both the son and A Mei froze in place.

...... One hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

It's simply a case of the crime being too serious and there's no intention of letting the family post bail!

A Mei breathed a small sigh of relief when she heard that number.

They had just arrived in the U.S., and after paying full price for the house, they had less than $100,000 in account deposits that they could instantly call upon, and would never be able to afford to pay such an exorbitant bail.

However, called her never expected is that her son heard the amount, actually picked up the phone to pipe colleagues to borrow money.

A Mei pressed down on his cell phone, "What's wrong with you!?"

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

A Mei still held his hand and wouldn't let go.

The son tried his best to convince her, "As long as Dad comes out properly, goes to court properly, and settles the matter, this money can come back! If you don't agree to borrow the money, we'll put the house up against it for a while ......"

A Mei, simply furious at this, swung up her bag and slammed it into her husband's face, the diamond-shaped zipper slicing a bloody gash in his face, and left in a fit of pique.

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

"Sis, it's me." A Mei turned her head to look at the lighted police station, "Are you busy? There's something I might need to trouble you with. My father-in-law came to the United States some time ago, before he always said that he wanted to work for a few more years, now he suddenly said that the school wants him to retire to the second line ...... I think it's a bit strange, if it's convenient for you, can you help me to inquire about it, is he ...... out of something in the country ?"