With Clark Fletcher's words, to Terrence Hall, this self-surrender was merely a formality.
The connections of the Party Secretary are no laughing matter.
So when he walked into the police station.
Terrence Hall was confident.
Because it was late at night.
The one "receiving" him wasn't Alba Spire Precinct head Braddock Yarbrough.
But instructor Fred Carter.
As they often interacted.
The two were quite familiar.
Under Fred Carter's guidance.
Terrence Hall was sent into the precinct's holding cell.
He said, "Pingtou, it's late at night, and we can't make a statement for now. Why not make do for the night, we'll continue when the officers arrive tomorrow morning?"
"Sure, that's fine, but this wooden bed is too hard, can you bring me a quilt?"
"Sure, I'll arrange it right away."
After saying that, Fred Carter locked the door and left.
He waited and waited, but Dirk Carter never came back.
Terrence Hall thought he might have forgotten, and just as he was about to shout.
