Chapter 1814 Faith and Suffering

Jiang Hao sat in the car and saw a sign with black characters on a white background hanging next to the big iron door through the window full of iron bars.

"Binhai Detention Center"

It seems that detention centers and prisons across the country are of the same model, with big iron doors, high walls, and barbed wire. This place is not accessible to ordinary people. Jiang Hao was honored to enjoy a special car pick-up.

To store personal belongings, mobile phones, keys, wallets and ID cards, a wristband was issued. Binhai's prison implements modern management. Each suspect has a wristband with your personal information and can also store money.

This is the first time in his life that he has been to a detention center, and he feels very uncomfortable.

The supervisor took Jiang Hao to the cell.

Jiang Hao found that everyone inside was working,

pasting paper boxes.

The head of the cell looked at Jiang Hao and pointed to the corner of the big bunk bed, "You are new here, so sleep there in the future."

"There are prison rules on the wall. You have to recite them. You will be tested later. By the way, why did you come in?"

"Intentional injury, minor injury." Jiang Hao said.

"Little case, you must follow the rules in the future, don't cause trouble, and do your work well every day, do you hear me?" said the prison boss.

Jiang Hao nodded.

As soon as Jiang Hao sat down, the prison boss brought a pile of boxes and placed them in front of him, "Old Liu, teach the newcomer how to paste."

An old man in his fifties next to Jiang Hao nodded.

Jiang Hao looked at the old man, who was in his fifties, with gray hair and a thin figure.

"Hello, Uncle Liu."

"Pasting paper boxes is not difficult. I'll make a few for you to see. If you don't understand, you can ask. If you understand, do it yourself." said the old man.

The old man didn't stop, and he pasted the paper boxes very quickly. Jiang Hao was not stupid. Pasting paper boxes was not a difficult task. He was almost done in one go. Seeing the old man paste three, he remembered them completely, followed him, and quickly got into the state.

Jiang Hao and the old man were close to each other, and he whispered to the old man about the rules in the cell. The old man told Jiang Hao a lot.

Every day, they go to bed, get up, and exercise on time. The rest of the time is spent on pasting paper boxes. There is a quota that must be done every day. If they do less, they will be punished, but as long as they don't slack off, they can complete it.

The old man whispered to Jiang Hao: "It's actually good to work. When I was detained in the county detention center, I didn't work. I just sat in my free time. I was required to sit straight and not move around. I sat for several hours, which was exhausting. I was not allowed to talk or chat."

"Working takes up time, so I don't have to think about random things. The guards don't care if I chat quietly. The detention center can also increase income, killing two birds with one stone."

"Uncle Liu, why did you come in?" Jiang Hao asked.

The old man said lightly, "Murder."

Jiang Hao was stunned when he heard the word murder.

They thought that this kind-speaking and thin old man in front of them would actually kill people.

"It doesn't look like it. No one believed that I would kill people at the beginning, haha." The old man said.

"There are 12 people in this cell, and the reasons for their coming in are varied, including drunk driving, embezzlement, drunken provoking trouble, fraud, burglary, and fighting. You came in for intentional injury. Was it a moment of passion or love?" Old Man Liu asked while working.

Jiang Hao has now accepted the reality and whispered about his situation, "I saved someone. I was delivering food that night."

Jiang Hao recounted the story, and Old Man Liu's face was calm.

"Uncle, can you tell me about your story?" Jiang Hao asked curiously.

Old Man Liu, holding a box in his hand, whispered, "Actually, my story is not complicated. I killed my son-in-law."

Jiang Hao was shocked again.

He didn't expect that Old Man Liu would kill his own son-in-law.

"I only have one daughter. My son-in-law often abuses my daughter. We have a child now, but he always beats her all over. We have talked about it many times, but it's useless. My daughter wants a divorce, but that bastard said he would kill my whole family if she dared to divorce."

"That day, my daughter was beaten by that bastard again and ran back. I went to my son-in-law's house in a rage. I scolded him, and he scolded me too. He also gestured at me with a kitchen knife, and we started fighting. Later, I took the kitchen knife and chopped him, just on the neck, and he died."

"The carotid artery, blood spurted out like a fountain. I saw that he was dying, so I called the police and turned myself in, but I don't regret it. At least my daughter is free."

This is a family tragedy that may have tortured them for several years. They lived in hell and finally developed to an uncontrollable point.

Jiang Hao actually admires Old Man Liu. Although he is just an ordinary person, he is a good father to his daughter and protects his daughter with his not-so-broad shoulders.

It was time for dinner. We lined up to get our meals. Two spoonfuls of vegetable soup were placed in the basin. It was thinner than egg soup. It was said that the chef just cut some vegetables randomly, put them directly into the pot, and boiled them with water and salt.

Old Liu said that the dishes would often change into new styles, such as tofu and snow vegetable soup, kelp and dried bean curd soup, radish and pork soup, and cabbage and vermicelli soup.

The staple food was two small black steamed buns.

It was hard to swallow,

but you couldn't eat enough with just these.

After dinner, we continued to paste paper boxes. There was nothing to talk about, but Old Liu kept mumbling,

"The source of the immortals is vast and clear, and they all rely on the power of the Great Dao to subdue the demons. What is so bright in the sky is called Niwan Xian. The purple cloud covers Huang Lao, and is called Sanbao Jun. He will also use the heavenly Qi to control the nine heavenly souls, save the suffering gods, and be good at saving suffering."

"Uncle Liu, what are you mumbling about?" Jiang Hao asked in a low voice.

"The Greatest Sutra for Relieving Suffering."

"What is it used for?" Jiang Hao asked curiously.

"Taoist classics. If you read this scripture for a long time, you can eliminate sins, save you from sinking, save all sins, and overcome all misfortunes. Being in jail is very difficult, and reading the scriptures can calm your inner worries." After Old Man Liu finished speaking, he began to read in a low voice.

It can eliminate sinful karma, rescue people from sinking, save all sins, overcome all misfortunes, and calm inner worries.

Thinking of his own affairs, Jiang Hao was silent for a long time and whispered: "Uncle Liu, can you teach me?"

"Okay, I'll read it to you from the beginning. At that time, the God of Suffering is filling the realms of the ten directions. He always uses his majestic power to save all sentient beings from being lost. All sentient beings are unaware, just like blindly seeing the sun and moon. I am It is too uninhabitable, and the leader is boundless. The bright clouds open the door, and the auspicious smoke blocks the dead house. The mysterious Yuanshi is at the beginning, and the auspiciousness senses the opportunity to save all sins and overcome all misfortunes!"

Being in jail was hard, and Jiang Hao finally understood the meaning of the idiom "Every day is like a year".

In fact, the most difficult thing is the inner suffering.

Jiang Hao had always believed in his heart that he had done the right thing that day. Even if he was wronged, he would still take care of things like this in the future.

But a few days of prison life had shaken Jiang Hao's faith.

does it worth?

I had good intentions to save people, but what I got was this ending.

Is it really worth it?

That day, Jiang Hao was gluing cardboard boxes when a prison guard came over and called him, "Jiang Hao, interrogation."

Jiang Hao followed the prison guard to the interrogation room. Through the iron fence, Jiang Hao saw the old policeman who was in charge of his case.

The prison guard handcuffed him to an iron chair and went out. The old policeman handed him a document, "Jiang Hao, your arrest is approved. Please sign it."

In the past few days in prison, Jiang Hao also asked his roommates questions about the case handling procedures, including police detention, then reporting to the Procuratorate for approval of arrest, transfer to the Prosecution Section, transfer to the court, and finally the verdict.

Now that he has been arrested, it shows that his situation has not improved yet.

Jiang Hao was very unwilling and felt extremely aggrieved. He looked at the old policeman and asked, "Officer, I was really wronged. If you ask that woman again, is it true that she can't remember it at all?"

The old policeman said helplessly: "I called the woman a few more times, and she said she was traveling and not in Binhai."

Huh~~!

Jiang Hao sighed deeply.

He felt very sad.

If you really do something bad and are caught by the police and punished by law, then you deserve it and you won't be so sad.

Sometimes, being wronged is the most painful torture.

Jiang Hao signed his name on the document and pressed his fingerprint.

When the old policeman was packing up the documents, he said: "Now we are just approving the arrest. The case file will be transferred to the Prosecution Department. The people from the Prosecution Department will come and ask you about your transcript again. Evidence is more important in the prosecution stage. If they determine that it is not a crime or the case is doubtful, they will make a decision." No prosecution."

"Then they also think I'm guilty?" Jiang Hao asked.

"And there's the court."

"Officer, if I am sentenced, how many years will I be sentenced?" Jiang Hao asked.

After asking this question, Jiang Hao was ready to be sentenced.

"Your case is injury, minor injury, and the sentence is less than three years. The specific sentence depends on the court's opinion, but based on my experience, in your case, it is estimated to be about one to half a year."

"If an understanding is reached, the sentence will be lighter and it is estimated that he can be released in half a year."

"Excuse me, how can I forgive you?" Jiang Hao asked.

"Usually it's financial compensation. I asked the other party and they said that if you are willing to pay 100,000 yuan, you can sign a letter of understanding." The old policeman said.

One hundred thousand,

This is a huge sum of money for Jiang Hao, who will get it? Parents? He believed that if his parents knew about his current situation, they might sell the pot and ask relatives to borrow money to redeem him, but he was unwilling to let his parents bear all this because of his own affairs.

Take your own responsibility!

Jiang Hao was silent.

Seeing Jiang Hao's silence, the old policeman knew that Jiang Hao had no intention of asking for forgiveness, so he said something and left.

Jiang Hao returned to the prison cell, sat in his seat and continued to paste paper boxes, muttering something while doing this:

"At that time, the Heavenly Lord of the Suffering Sufferers was present throughout the realms of the ten directions, always using his majestic power to save all sentient beings from straying."

A few days later,

People from the prosecution department came, a man and a woman, to interrogate Jiang Hao. This time the questions were more detailed, covering almost all the details of the incident.

Jiang Hao answered truthfully.

"Is there any hope for my situation?" Jiang Hao asked after the interrogation.

The male prosecutor thought for a while and said: "The rescue act you mentioned lacks key evidence and cannot be confirmed now."

Jiang Hao's heart twitched.

Back in the cell, Jiang Hao recalled everything that happened that day.

He couldn't even remember what that woman looked like.

I only remember that the woman was struggling and twisting for help, her hair was disheveled, the street lights in the distance were dim, and the surroundings were dark!