After being knocked unconscious by Zhao Tiezhu for a long time, the deputy director finally raised his head slowly and opened his blindfolded eyes. After waking up gradually, he found himself sitting in a place he knew well - the detention house.

Wanting to break free, his hands were handcuffed and the whole person was forced to be seated by various tools, while opposite him, two policemen in police uniform were separated by an iron fence.

Looking at the icy wall, the shackles, the prison fence, I was sitting outside to interrogate the prisoners, but I did not expect that for 30 years Hedong, 30 years Hexi, now I am...