Chapter 775

Unable to find something useful from Zhuang Long's mouth, Zhuang Qilin puts his eyes on the mobile phone. He went over and picked up his cell phone. Zhuang Long's mobile phone can only be controlled by his own fingerprint. Zhuang Qilin returns to Zhuang long with his mobile phone. He takes one of Zhuang Long's fingers, swipes a few times on the mobile phone screen and turns to the call record.

Zhuang Qilin dials back to the top number.

Soon, the phone was connected, and a serious male voice came from the receiver to Zhuang Qilin's ear.

"Hello, this is California State Prison..."

On hearing the opening remarks, Zhuang Qilin frowned“ Hello, I'm Zhuang long. You just called me. There's something wrong with my mobile phone. Could you tell me something about it again? I didn't hear you

Zhuang Qilin pretends to be Zhuang long, but he can't recognize the difference on the phone.

The prison police did not doubt it. They just repeated the previous words. After listening to the prison police, Zhuang Qilin's mouth widened into the shape of an egg.

My God, he has a grandmother!

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Qilin's whole "Qilin" is not good.

No wonder his father reacted so violently that he would be frightened if it was to be put on him.

Even if my mother is still alive after many years of death, she is still in prison

Zhuang Qilin sits down next to Zhuang long, who knows nothing about his arrival. He was still immersed in his own thoughts. Many things flashed through his mind. Zhuang long wanted to reach out and grasp the blurred pictures, but he could not touch anything.

Zhuang Long's head swelled with pain. He hugged his head and couldn't help humming. Zhuang Qilin was very worried about him. He quickly got up, put a pair of small hands on his father's head, and comforted him in a low voice, "Dad, I'll rub your head for you."

The child has never learned the professional massage at all, the technique is ordinary, pressing is not comfortable, but also not uncomfortable. But it's strange that Zhuang Long's irritable heart was appeased by Zhuang Qilin's small hands.

Gradually, Zhuang Long's brain didn't hurt so much.

Seeing that Zhuang long seemed to feel better, Zhuang Qilin was relieved.

"OK..." Zhuang long suddenly opened his mouth, and the voice sounded. Both he and Zhuang Qilin found that there was something wrong with the voice, like hoarseness.

Zhuang long gave a wry smile and said to Zhuang Qilin apologetically, "I'm sorry that I let you see the unpleasant picture again. I won't do it in the future."

"Dad, don't say that. We are father and son. We are a family." Zhuang Qilin clenched his left hand into a fist and punched Zhuang long on the shoulder. He said, "we share happiness and difficulties together."

Zhuang Long's heart is hot.

He grabbed his son's head and rubbed it hard.

Zhuang Qilin didn't complain that he messed up his hair this time.

"Go back to your room and go to bed." Zhuang long gives orders to Zhuang Qilin.

Zhuang Qilin made a sound and walked out of the room slowly. He went to the door, looked back at Zhuang long, and confirmed that Zhuang long was really OK. Then he went back to his room. After Zhuang Qilin left, the calm on Zhuang Long's face dissipated and replaced by a deep face.

This phone call tonight really scared him.

But after being frightened, he calms down. What makes Zhuang long most afraid is that he doesn't remember his mother! This is an abnormal thing. He knows how abnormal his memory is. He can hardly forget the books and people he has read.

How could he forget his biological mother!

Obviously, his childhood, what should have happened, or that kind of far-reaching impact on him.

That event led him to forget his past and blur the image of his parents in his mind.

It takes more than six hours to fly from New York to Los Angeles.

He had to leave all night to get to the prison before it opened tomorrow. The prison where Zhuang Long's mother was held, called San Quentin prison, is located in the San Francisco Bay area. It is the largest prison in the United States. There are more than 5000 criminals in it, including many notorious criminals and some people who have been sentenced to death.

Zhuang long simply packed up his things and got on the plane.

The plane has been able to surf the Internet. During the journey, he searched for information about the prison. After reading the report, Zhuang Long's mood was very complicated.

Mother has been held in such a big prison for another 28 years. What crime has she committed?

With doubts, curiosity and expectation for his biological mother, Zhuang long finally arrived in San Francisco.

He took a taxi and went straight to the prison.

The driver is a talkative black man. He was surprised to hear that Zhuang long was going to prison. After looking at Zhuang Longzi carefully for several times, he ventured to ask, "brother, are you going to visit the prison?"

Zhuang long answered the question succinctly, "meet someone."

"Friends?"

Zhuang Long's answer surprised the driver again.

"Mother."

Embarrassed, the driver asked, "how long has she been in there?"

"28 years."

The driver, with his mouth open, was probably shocked.

"That, that's a long time."

He did not dare to ask any more.

If he asked - what crime did your mother commit, if the passenger answered - pervert homicide. What's his answer? What's the truth?

In order not to make trouble for themselves, the driver chose to shut up.

In this way, the driver is silent, Zhuang long is silent, finally, they arrived at the destination.

This prison, known as the most valuable prison in the United States, is located on the Bay and occupies a good land. In recent years, the government has sent a batch of new equipment to the prison again. The living environment of the prison here is pretty good.

He stood at the gate of the prison, smoking, staring at the gate that didn't look like the gate of the prison, speechless.

The taxi driver who sent him didn't leave, and he was looking forward to sending them back to the city.

At this time, the prison had already gone to work. Zhuang long stood outside the gate for a moment, and saw an old man in his seventies, who was not very good-looking, but also clean and tidy in casual clothes. The old man should have been in prison for a long time. He walked with the stereotype of old criminals in prison.

At first glance, they are criminals who have been tamed in prison.

Zhuang long waited a few minutes and the gate opened again.

This time, out came a woman in a gray T-shirt and black trousers.

Zhuang long stares at the woman and squints.

The woman has an oriental face. Her hair is white and her figure is thin. She is about sixty years old and has wrinkles on her face. She was carrying a small bag. Zhuang long didn't understand what it was worth to take away the people who wanted to leave the prison.

He looked at the woman with his eyes fixed.