Rebirth Lord of Time and Space

Chapter 166 Chapter 180 A Great Psalm
Night fell gradually.

The cold moonlight shone through the window strings, hitting Lin Fei's body, making him look a bit desolate!Except for a few people on duty, everyone in the bureau was off duty, making it even more quiet.

Lin Fei looked at the dusty bread under his feet, and his heart was a little angry. He clenched his fists tightly and sneered:
"Is it easy to bully when I am Lin Fei? You will regret it!"

Lin Fei looked at the paper-white walls in the interrogation room by the moonlight!
"This is what you want to provoke me, so don't blame me for being rude."

The corner of Lin Fei's mouth curled up, and the nail of his thumb slashed across the tip of his finger, and blood poured out immediately!

Lin Fei quickly wrote on the wall with his finger dipped in blood.

He has anger in his heart, okay!Investigate, investigate, even dare to hit me!Forget about it, just feed me dirty bread at night, you treat me, Lin Fei, like a dog?Okay, your FBI is crazy and has a strong ability to withstand pressure, so I will spend it with you slowly and see who can afford it.Let me tell you, you ask me to leave in the future!I'm not leaving yet.

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"We are reporters, we want to interview your chief, and I want to get the latest progress of the case!"

"Mr. Lin Fei is a public figure. The people of the United States are very concerned about his current situation. The public has the right to know, and we have the right to interview. Don't stop me!"

A large group of reporters gathered in the lobby, looking inside.

"Our chief is not here, please leave immediately!" The police officer on duty was a little helpless!
At this time, there were already few people in the bureau, and now there were two or three times more reporters than in the daytime, how could we cope with it.

The most helpless thing is that in the United States, you would rather mess with the president than mess with these uncrowned kings!If you say a wrong sentence, people may not know what to write about you in the newspaper.

"Then I will interview you. Mr. Police, how long are you planning to slander Mr. Lin Fei?"

What the hell?slander?

The white police officer was a little angry, looking at the reporter's righteous face, he really wanted to go up and beat him.

"We are not slandering, but normal interrogation!"

"Okay." The reporter put it another way: "Does a normal interrogation take so long? Are you planning to extract a confession by torture? Or torture? Or simply have a dead-end trial!"

"You..." The policeman was already driven crazy, and everyone said that the reporter was sharp-tongued, and he had seen it today.

"We are a formal government department, not a World War II concentration camp!"

The reporter sneered: "Then why don't you let us see Mr. Lin Fei, do you have any secrets?"

Lin Fei heard the noisy voices outside the wall, and knew that these reporters and friends were coming again. Hearing the footsteps and noise, it was obviously two or three times more than during the day!

He immediately understood that the poems during the day must have made things worse and attracted more people's attention. It is estimated that Nangong Jingyu also spent a lot of thought on this.

Lin Fei would not let go of this opportunity to fan Yinfeng to light the will-o'-the-wisp, and the speed in his hand immediately slowed down a lot.

"We want to interview Mr. Lin Fei!"

"Let's go in."

The two police officers on duty wanted to stop it!

"Get out of here!"

"This is the Bureau of Investigation, not a place for you to enter casually."

The two policemen obviously couldn't stop more than 30 reporters. After a "sneak", a dozen reporters rushed in and shouted: "Lin Fei, Lin Fei, where are you, Mr. Lin Fei? Ah! There, Let's go and have a look, he seems to be writing something, hurry up, lights."

There was a faint light in the detention room, but it was not bright. The moonlight shone through the skylight, casting a layer of silver light. Looking closely, Lin Fei looked a bit miserable.

Soon, a reporter from a TV station set up a special camera light. This kind of light was very bright and cohesive. It passed in a straight line and hit Lin Fei directly!

Immediately, the reporter burst into shots!
"Yeah, Mr. Lin Fei, you have slap marks on your face? Who did it?"

"It's unreasonable, Mr. Lin Fei, why is your hair so messy, and why is your face so pale!"

"Mr. Lin, why are you so haggard? I haven't seen you for a day! Damn it, no wonder these police officers don't let us see you."

"God, look what that is, dusty and moldy bread, oh my God, are they giving you this? This is abuse!"

"It's so sad. Is this still the advanced and civilized America? I thought I entered a concentration camp in World War II!"

The reporter said one sentence to another, shocked, questioned, questioned, unbelievable!
They set up their long guns and short cannons one by one, and slapped Lin Fei fiercely!At this moment, Lin Fei has a gray face, pale complexion, chapped lips, bloodshot palm marks on his cheeks, disheveled hair, and dust all over his body!
The reporters pulled into the camera and made detailed close-ups of Lin Fei's face and the slap marks on his face!
Facing the reporter's question, Lin Fei never said a word, but stubbornly squeezed out blood with his fingers and wrote a long series of English letters on the wall.

The reporters, at first they only focused on interviewing and ignored the things on the wall. Now when they saw it, they were shocked that Lin Fei was actually writing a blood book!
A reporter slowly read the first sentence:
"The flowers of victory,

Flourishing and blooming in the pool of blood of the martyrs.

Last year today——

Dark clouds fill the sky overhead,
This year today,

The cries of justice have resounded across the earth,
The demons in the White House are shaking their legs,

I won't wait until next year's day,
Red flag of liberty,

will fly over every inch of land in the United States,
fluttering over my grave,
Floating at the door of this dark prison!
People won't know what's going on here,
Even if the whip is held high and the fetters are heavy,

What is the plan of torture?
Not even death can make me speak!
I laughed loudly at death,
The devil's palace shakes with laughter,
And people of future generations!
From the monument of the immortal martyr,
Remember my glorious and solemn name:

A champion of racial equality who shed blood! ! "

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After reading the poem, all the reporters fell silent!

What anger, heroism and steadfastness are contained in every word!
Combined with Lin Fei's current appearance, that handsome young man has become so haggard. Looking at the blood-red palm prints, he must have suffered humiliation, and even tortured and severely beaten. Looking at the dusty and moldy bread, he may not even be able to eat. Do not let eat!
The reporters have automatically imagined Lin Fei's torture and humiliation, and they all burst into tears!

This wall of blood books shocked them and made everyone stand in awe.

After a long time, the reporters were excited again: "Hurry up, take a picture and record it in detail."

"Everyone in America wants to know about Lin Fei!"

"Mr. Lin, you have suffered, and we will definitely tell the whole American people about your suffering."

"It's disgusting, tomorrow I will sue the FBI, not only beating people, but also abusing great people!"

At this moment, the reporters were all moved. They worked together to help Lin Fei. They were all deeply moved by this great poem.

　Thanks to so many book friends for their rewards, a total of [-] book coins plus a new chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)