【Look at around 9-10 tomorrow】

On the afternoon of June 28, 2012, the weather in Riyadh was as hot as usual, without any surprises.

After Ke Li gave the money in the morning, he finally got the qualification to meet the porter through Lao Zhou's network of personal connections.

At 3 o'clock, a seemingly ordinary car parked at the entrance of the hotel. Ke Li, who had been waiting in the lobby for a long time, answered a phone call, got up without even saying a word, and quickly walked out of the gate and got into the car.

Lao Zhou was sitting in the driver's seat, and the co-driver was empty. In addition to Ke Li, there was also a person in the car who looked like an officer, sitting beside him. Looking closely, he looked like a typical Middle Eastern man, with black curly hair under the brim of the hat, and not much excitement under his thick eyebrows.

Compared to daylight, he seemed to prefer Leyard's nights, and was very dissatisfied with going out at this time and seemed to be inactive.

He glanced at Ke Li and quickly looked out the window. After a conversation in Arabic, Lao Zhou began to introduce the current situation: "He collected the money, and we will be sent in at that time, just follow me."

"Okay, I understand." Ke Li pulled over the backpack stuck behind him and touched the recorder inside, "Can you record it?"

"No, notes, we are just the on-duty personnel he accompanied." Lao Zhou completely lost his temper yesterday. In front of this officer, he was just an ordinary reporter, without even the momentum of pulling up his voice. "Don't think so much, we'll burn the incense if we can go in."

"Okay, OK, I understand." Ke Li had no objection to this. It would be best if he could write it down. If it doesn't work, he wouldn't be able to accept it. "By the way, it should be midnight when I leave, and I should be able to bring this bottle of water in."

"Bring water? No need, there is water inside."

"I'm afraid..." Ke Li stopped talking.

"Then stop drinking."

"How can I not drink it? It's an interview at least, and some questions need to be asked repeatedly before they can be asked clearly."

Lao Zhou suddenly realized that his cognition had deviated and quickly corrected: "You have no chance to be thirsty, because it's only half an hour."

"Half an hour? Why is this so?" Ke Li thought that he should agree to all his requests after giving the money, but he didn't expect the other party to be so shameless. "I promised to ask questions as much as possible, but why did I only give them half an hour? What can I ask in half an hour? I don't understand Arabic, so you have to translate it. It's been a long time..."

Seeing his emotions gradually getting higher, Old Zhou quickly turned around and widened his eyes, blocking his mouth: "Stop talking!"

Ke Li looked at his slightly shaking head, and then realized that the officer beside him had already changed his face. Now he had no kind expression on his face: "Okay, half an hour is only half an hour."

"Don't record, don't record, half an hour." Lao Zhou repeated again, "You must remember!"

"I understand..."

The police station is not far from the hotel. The car left the hotel street for peace and took a few small paths and arrived at the door of the police station ten minutes later. In just ten minutes, it came out of the atmosphere of a suspense film. There was only the conversation between Lao Zhou and Ke Li at the beginning, and the next thing was lifeless.

Even after getting off the bus, it was the same from the gate to the inquiry room. There were guards everywhere, but there was no word.

Old Zhou was originally wearing a military uniform, and Ke Li changed his outfit on the road, put on his beard, and put on a little secret makeup. After putting on the big block, the two of them became two adjutants under the officer.

The officer was named Savi, and Lao Zhou only told his name, and his specific age and rank were unknown. The only impression that Ke Li left was the status of looking down on all living beings. As long as he walked in front, no one dared to look up at them.

However, this transcendent status did not end in front of the inquiry room. It followed Ke Li and Lao Zhou's steps and walked in.

"He must listen." Lao Zhou said.

"This is different from what we had agreed before!" Ke Li couldn't help it, "I gave a full 100,000-meter knife. Isn't this...Isn't this bullying???"

"We can only come in with him, and he also has to take risks." Lao Zhou explained, "As for the same sentence, it's good to be able to come in. Also, just when you complain, a minute has passed, and time is precious!"

Time waits for no one, Ke Li had no choice but to focus on inquiries.

Soriman looked younger than Save, but no matter how young he was, he could not withstand the long-term imprisonment. In the past month, he lost a lot of weight. Not only did he sleep in his eye sockets, but his arms were also thinner twice, and he spoke weakly: "Why are you here again? What's there to ask?"

After listening to Lao Zhou's translation, Ke Li asked: "Did you say that a Chinese doctor helped you?"

Soriman hesitated for a moment when he listened to the translation. After changing his sitting position, he looked at Ke Li's face, and then he slowly said, "Yes."

"Do you know his Chinese name?"

"have no idea."

"How did you know him?" Ke Li basically guessed this and began to ask when he met first, "When was the first time we met?"

"First?" Soriman thought for a while, "

On the afternoon of June 28, 2012, the weather in Riyadh was as hot as usual, without any surprises.

After Ke Li gave the money in the morning, he finally got the qualification to meet the porter through Lao Zhou's network of personal connections.

At 3 o'clock, a seemingly ordinary car parked at the entrance of the hotel. Ke Li, who had been waiting in the lobby for a long time, answered a phone call, got up without even saying a word, and quickly walked out of the gate and got into the car.

Lao Zhou was sitting in the driver's seat, and the co-driver was empty. In addition to Ke Li, there was also a person in the car who looked like an officer, sitting beside him. Looking closely, he looked like a typical Middle Eastern man, with black curly hair under the brim of the hat, and not much excitement under his thick eyebrows.

Compared to daylight, he seemed to prefer Leyard's nights, and was very dissatisfied with going out at this time and seemed to be inactive.

He glanced at Ke Li and quickly looked out the window. After a conversation in Arabic, Lao Zhou began to introduce the current situation: "He collected the money, and we will be sent in at that time, just follow me."

"Okay, I understand." Ke Li pulled over the backpack stuck behind him and touched the recorder inside, "Can you record it?"

"No, notes, we are just the on-duty personnel he accompanied." Lao Zhou completely lost his temper yesterday. In front of this officer, he was just an ordinary reporter, without even the momentum of pulling up his voice. "Don't think so much, we'll burn the incense if we can go in."

"Okay, OK, I understand." Ke Li had no objection to this. It would be best if he could write it down. If it doesn't work, he wouldn't be able to accept it. "By the way, it should be midnight when I leave, and I should be able to bring this bottle of water in."

"Bring water? No need, there is water inside."

"I'm afraid..." Ke Li stopped talking.

"Then stop drinking."

"How can I not drink it? It's an interview at least, and some questions need to be asked repeatedly before they can be asked clearly."

Lao Zhou suddenly realized that his cognition had deviated and quickly corrected: "You have no chance to be thirsty, because it's only half an hour."

"Half an hour? Why is this so?" Ke Li thought that he should agree to all his requests after giving the money, but he didn't expect the other party to be so shameless. "I promised to ask questions as much as possible, but why did I only give them half an hour? What can I ask in half an hour? I don't understand Arabic, so you have to translate it. It's been a long time..."

Seeing his emotions gradually getting higher, Old Zhou quickly turned around and widened his eyes, blocking his mouth: "Stop talking!"

Ke Li looked at his slightly shaking head, and then realized that the officer beside him had already changed his face. Now he had no kind expression on his face: "Okay, half an hour is only half an hour."

"Don't record, don't record, half an hour." Lao Zhou repeated again, "You must remember!"

"I understand..."

The police station is not far from the hotel. The car left the hotel street for peace and took a few small paths and arrived at the door of the police station ten minutes later. In just ten minutes, it came out of the atmosphere of a suspense film. There was only the conversation between Lao Zhou and Ke Li at the beginning, and the next thing was lifeless.

Even after getting off the bus, it was the same from the gate to the inquiry room. There were guards everywhere, but there was no word.

Old Zhou was originally wearing a military uniform, and Ke Li changed his outfit on the road, put on his beard, and put on a little secret makeup. After putting on the big block, the two of them became two adjutants under the officer.

The officer was named Savi, and Lao Zhou only told his name, and his specific age and rank were unknown. The only impression that Ke Li left was the status of looking down on all living beings. As long as he walked in front, no one dared to look up at them.

However, this transcendent status did not end in front of the inquiry room. It followed Ke Li and Lao Zhou's steps and walked in.

"He must listen." Lao Zhou said.

"This is different from what we had agreed before!" Ke Li couldn't help it, "I gave a full 100,000-meter knife. Isn't this...Isn't this bullying???"

"We can only come in with him, and he also has to take risks." Lao Zhou explained, "As for the same sentence, it's good to be able to come in. Also, just when you complain, a minute has passed, and time is precious!"

Time waits for no one, Ke Li had no choice but to focus on inquiries.

Soriman looked younger than Save, but no matter how young he was, he could not withstand the long-term imprisonment. In the past month, he lost a lot of weight. Not only did he sleep in his eye sockets, but his arms were also thinner twice, and he spoke weakly: "Why are you here again? What's there to ask?"

After listening to Lao Zhou's translation, Ke Li asked: "Did you say that a Chinese doctor helped you?"

Soriman hesitated for a moment when he listened to the translation. After changing his sitting position, he looked at Ke Li's face, and then he slowly said, "Yes."

"Do you know his Chinese name?"

"have no idea."

"How did you know him?" Ke Li basically guessed this and began to ask when he met first, "When was the first time we met?"

"First?" Soriman thought for a while, "

On the afternoon of June 28, 2012, the weather in Riyadh was as hot as usual, without any surprises.

After Ke Li gave the money in the morning, he finally got the qualification to meet the porter through Lao Zhou's network of personal connections.

At 3 o'clock, a seemingly ordinary car parked at the entrance of the hotel. Ke Li, who had been waiting in the lobby for a long time, answered a phone call, got up without even saying a word, and quickly walked out of the gate and got into the car.

Lao Zhou was sitting in the driver's seat, and the co-driver was empty. In addition to Ke Li, there was also a person in the car who looked like an officer, sitting beside him. Looking closely, he looked like a typical Middle Eastern man, with black curly hair under the brim of the hat, and not much excitement under his thick eyebrows.

Compared to daylight, he seemed to prefer Leyard's nights, and was very dissatisfied with going out at this time and seemed to be inactive.

He glanced at Ke Li and quickly looked out the window. After a conversation in Arabic, Lao Zhou began to introduce the current situation: "He collected the money, and we will be sent in at that time, just follow me."

"Okay, I understand." Ke Li pulled over the backpack stuck behind him and touched the recorder inside, "Can you record it?"

"No, notes, we are just the on-duty personnel he accompanied." Lao Zhou completely lost his temper yesterday. In front of this officer, he was just an ordinary reporter, without even the momentum of pulling up his voice. "Don't think so much, we'll burn the incense if we can go in."

"Okay, OK, I understand." Ke Li had no objection to this. It would be best if he could write it down. If it doesn't work, he wouldn't be able to accept it. "By the way, it should be midnight when I leave, and I should be able to bring this bottle of water in."

"Bring water? No need, there is water inside."

"I'm afraid..." Ke Li stopped talking.

"Then stop drinking."

"How can I not drink it? It's an interview at least, and some questions need to be asked repeatedly before they can be asked clearly."

Lao Zhou suddenly realized that his cognition had deviated and quickly corrected: "You have no chance to be thirsty, because it's only half an hour."

"Half an hour? Why is this so?" Ke Li thought that he should agree to all his requests after giving the money, but he didn't expect the other party to be so shameless. "I promised to ask questions as much as possible, but why did I only give them half an hour? What can I ask in half an hour? I don't understand Arabic, so you have to translate it. It's been a long time..."

Seeing his emotions gradually getting higher, Old Zhou quickly turned around and widened his eyes, blocking his mouth: "Stop talking!"

Ke Li looked at his slightly shaking head, and then realized that the officer beside him had already changed his face. Now he had no kind expression on his face: "Okay, half an hour is only half an hour."

"Don't record, don't record, half an hour." Lao Zhou repeated again, "You must remember!"

"I understand..."

The police station is not far from the hotel. The car left the hotel street for peace and took a few small roads and arrived at the door of the police station ten minutes later. In just ten minutes, it came out of the atmosphere of suspense films. There were only the beginning of Lao Zhou and Ke Li along the way.
Chapter completed!