coobybook Chapter 500 Dad, I Want to Go Home
Chapter 500 Dad, I Want to Go Home
During the break, Nie Zhenhai, bearing in mind Scar Kun's obscure and cold reminder, rushed to the cell anxiously.
He walked hurriedly, his heart full of worry about his son, and all the tragic situations his son might encounter kept appearing in his mind.
When he walked into the cell, a pungent stench hit him in the face. It was a mixture of excrement, sweat and blood, which made him almost nauseous.
In the dim light, a figure curled up beside the toilet stung his eyes.
It was his son, now lying lifeless on the cold and wet ground like a dead dog that had been abandoned and trampled upon.
His clothes were tattered, and the skin exposed under the rags was covered with bruises and scars. There were bloodstains from being whipped by belts, which was a shocking sight.
Her hair was messy and stuck to her face, her lips were cracked and chapped, and there was dried blood at the corners of her mouth. Seeing this scene, Nie Zhenhai felt a surge of sadness in his heart, his eyes were instantly blurred by tears, and his steps became staggering.
Nie Zhenhai's heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes instantly became wet. He trembled as he approached his son. With trembling hands, he gently squatted down and carefully helped his son up. His voice was hoarse from heartache, and he whispered, "Lei'er, how are you?"
When Nie Lei heard his father's voice, it was as if he had grasped a ray of light in the darkness. Slowly, he opened his eyes in a daze on his swollen and bruised face with scars all over his cheeks.
When he saw clearly that it was his father, the grievance and pain that he had suppressed for a long time burst out instantly, and tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably, passing across his scarred cheeks, and slid down with blood:
"Dad, I want to go home, I want to go home..." The crying voice was filled with endless despair and helplessness.
Nie Zhenhai's throat seemed to be choked by something, and it felt sour and bitter. Tears welled up in his eyes. He hugged his son tightly, blaming himself.
His voice trembled: "Leier, I'm sorry, it's Daddy's fault that he's incompetent and can't protect you."
His palm gently stroked Nie Lei's back, his movements gentle but full of guilt, as if this could soothe the pain his son had suffered.
Nie Lei became emotional, with flames of anger burning in his eyes, and gnashed his teeth and said, "Dad, I hate, I hate Song Shijie, and I hate that stinky boy Jiang Chengyu.
I will kill him, cut him into pieces!" Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, with strong hatred.
Nie Zhenhai's heart tightened. He knew his son was blinded by hatred, so he quickly comforted him, "Leier, your mother is trying to find a way to get us out, you have to protect yourself.
Don't mess with Scar Kun again, understand?" His eyes were full of worry, fearing that his son would bring greater disaster because of his impulsiveness.
Nie Lei cried even harder and defended himself with a feeling of grievance: "Dad, I didn't offend him, it's them who are not human!" The trembling voice echoed in the small cell, telling of endless grievances.
Nie Zhenhai looked around nervously, put his index finger to his lips, made a gesture of silence, and said hurriedly:
"Shh...Leier, stop talking nonsense. Scar Kun asked me to ask you what you saw that you shouldn't have seen?" His voice was very low and full of vigilance.
When Nie Lei heard this, he seemed to be suddenly awakened by a basin of cold water. He stopped crying and his eyes instantly became terrified and nervous: "Dad, they are..."
Nie Zhenhai's face suddenly changed, his eyes widened in horror, and he subconsciously covered Nie Lei's mouth with his hand, his expression extremely nervous.
He urged anxiously, “Scar Kun said, are you going to keep your mouth shut or shut up forever!
So, my son, you must keep this secret to yourself and keep it a secret. Otherwise, you will be killed.”
His hands were shaking slightly, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were full of worry and fear for his son.
The father and son looked at each other. In this dim cell, they felt a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and their hairs stood on end.
The unknown danger was like a sharp blade hanging high in the air, which could fall at any time and swallow them up completely. The air in the cell seemed to solidify, leaving only deathly silence and suffocating fear.
In the cell, the dim lights flickered, and the father and son looked at each other in silence. Only the extremely suppressed and almost silent wailing filled the air.
Nie Zhenhai frowned and looked at his weak son Nie Lei with a worried look on his face, the anxiety in his heart surging like a tide.
In this suffocating silence, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps approached from afar, breaking the dead silence.
A police officer walked in with a firm step, glanced at the father and son with a sharp gaze, and asked loudly:
"What are you two doing?" Nie Zhenhai stood up hurriedly, as if startled, with a flattering smile on his face, and a tone of panic and anxiety:
"Oh, officer, I was worried when I saw that he didn't go out for a walk, so I came to see how he was. It's nothing serious, just a little fever, it shouldn't be a big problem.
"The police officer looked solemn, staring at Nie Zhenhai, and said, "Are you Nie Zhenhai? Someone is visiting."
Upon hearing this, Nie Zhenhai hurriedly nodded and bowed, his face full of gratitude: "Yes, yes, thank you, officer. He..."
The police officer turned his gaze to Nie Lei and asked, "Bring him here. Isn't he Nie Lei?"
Nie Zhenhai bowed repeatedly, saying thank you all the time: "Yes, yes, thank you, officer." After that, he carefully helped his son up and followed the police officer to the visiting room.
In the yard, a group of prisoners were moving around bored. They caught a glimpse of Nie Zhenhai and his son in the corridor and immediately started whispering to each other.
"What's going on with those two? It's definitely not a good thing if they're taken away."
"Who knows? It might be a big deal."
Qiangzi had a fierce look on his face, staring at Scar Kun like a wolf, and said in a low voice: "Brother, it seems that we can't keep this person. It will be a disaster sooner or later if we keep him."
Scar Kun curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, his eyes revealed a look of disdain as if he was looking at a dead person, and he blew out a smoke ring lightly without making any comment.
The police officer brought Nie Zhenhai and his son to the door of the visiting room, stretched out his hand to push the door open, and said briefly: "Come in!"
Nie Zhenhai supported his son and walked slowly into the room. Song Lan was pacing anxiously in the room, but when she saw her son's bruised face, her eyes instantly turned red and she rushed over excitedly.
While stroking her cheek, she cried out in a sobbing voice: "Leier, my Leier, why are you injured like this?"
General Copley was standing by, and when he saw this, his face was also full of anger. He couldn't help but cursed: "Asshole, how can you treat a child so violently!"
Nie Zhenhai stood aside, looking helpless and bitter. He moved his lips but didn't know how to explain.
Song Lan turned around and looked at Nie Zhenhai with a reproachful look on her face, questioning: "How did you protect your son? What on earth were you doing to let your son get hurt like this!"
Nie Zhenhai sighed and said with a wry smile: "Xiao Lan, I... I can't protect myself either. In a place like this, I am lucky enough to be able to take care of myself. I really have no power to do anything."
When Nie Lei saw his mother, he could no longer hold back his tears, which burst out like a flood.
She cried and said helplessly, "Mom, I want to go home. Please save me. I can't stand it any longer! They bully me every day. I really can't stand it any more."
Song Lan's eyes were red with heartache, and he nodded hurriedly, like a chicken pecking at rice: "Lei'er, let's beg General Copley."
Then he turned around and walked quickly towards Copley, his tone full of pleading: "Dear General Copley, you also see how embarrassed my son is.
I don't want to wait any longer, I want to take them away immediately. I can't bear my Lei'er to live in such an inhuman situation any longer!"
General Copley frowned slightly, with an understanding look on his face, and said, "Oh, ma'am, I understand how you feel at this moment, and I sympathize with your experience.
But today I really can't. I need to go back and handle a series of household registration procedures, and then I can take them away on the grounds that I have no right to detain our citizens. Please be patient and wait."
When Nie Lei heard this, he couldn't help but tremble all over, his voice filled with fear and despair: "Mom, they are not human, they are devils, they will torture me to death. I don't want to stay here for a single day."
Song Lan hugged her son distressedly and comforted him softly, "Leier, Leier, don't provoke them. Be patient for a while. Mom will go back and handle the immigration procedures for you as soon as possible. Be good and just hold on a little longer."
Just as Song Lan was comforting Nie Lei with heartache and everyone was immersed in a cloud of gloom, the door of the visiting room was gently pushed open.
The deputy warden, dressed in a neat uniform, pushed the door open and walked in with a professional smile on his face. He said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner:
"I'm sorry to bother you all. I heard that you had distinguished guests, so I came here to do my duty as a host."
General Copley's face turned pale and he asked in a bad tone: "Who are you?" The deputy warden looked at Song Lan, and Song Lan quickly translated the question.
The deputy warden stood tall and straight with a calm expression. He nodded slightly and introduced himself, "I'm Lei Tingfeng, the deputy warden of this prison." Song Lan quickly conveyed his words to General Copley.
General Copley frowned, not hiding his dissatisfaction, and asked:
"Is your prison system so bad? What did he do wrong to be injured like this?" Song Lan's voice unconsciously became a little nervous as he translated.
Lei Tingfeng looked calm and steady as he looked at General Copley, and responded clearly and logically:
“General, our country’s prison management is strictly implemented in accordance with laws and regulations, and the legal rights and interests of every prisoner are protected.
As for the circumstances of the prisoner's injuries, I do not yet fully understand them, but please believe that we will investigate immediately and will not tolerate any violations.
We have always upheld the principles of justice, fairness and openness, and will give everyone an accurate explanation."
After hearing this, General Copley's expression eased a little but he still had doubts. He snorted and said, "It's better this way."
Lei Tingfeng added calmly: "General, if you have any questions, you can always ask us about the procedures and regulations. We are very happy to provide the necessary information."
General Copley was silent for a moment, then said in a pretentious manner, "Let's go." After that, he left angrily with Song Lan.
Seeing this, Song Lan hurriedly followed, and before leaving, she looked back at Nie Zhenhai and his son with concern.
Nie Zhenhai sighed helplessly, while Nie Lei's eyes were full of helplessness and fear. He looked in the direction where his mother left, with mixed feelings in his heart.
As General Copley and Song Lan disappeared outside the door, the visiting room fell into silence again, leaving only Nie Zhenhai and his son in this depressing atmosphere, continuing to endure the torment of the unknown.
Lei Tingfeng looked at their departing backs, his eyes revealing determination and confidence, then turned around and began to arrange the investigation.