Seeing that he could not ask for something useful from Zhuang Long's mouth, Zhuang Qilin put his eyes on the phone.He walked over and picked up his phone.Zhuanglong's mobile phone only his own fingerprint can be controlled, Zhuang Qilin took the mobile phone back to Zhuanglong, he held up a finger of Zhuanglong, on the mobile phone screen a few times, turned to the call record.

Zhuang Kirin directly to the top number, dialed back.

Soon, the phone was turned on, and the serious tenors passed from the receiver to Zhuang Kirin's ears.

“Hello, this is California State Prison.”

As soon as I heard this opening statement, I frowned."Hello, I... I'm Zhuang Long, you just called me, I have a problem with my mobile phone, can you tell me about the incident just now?"I didn't hear it."

The sound of Zhuang Qilin disguised as Zhuanglong could not be heard on the phone.

The prison police also had no doubt, and repeated those words directly.After listening to the words of the prison police, Zhuang Kirin's mouth was wide open into the shape of an egg.

Oh my god, he has a grandmother!

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

No wonder his father reacted so violently, and it would have been to her, and he would be frightened.

Even if my mother, who has been dead for many years, she is still in prison.

Zhuang Qilin sat down next to Zhuanglong, Zhuanglong knew nothing about his arrival.He was still immersed in his own thoughts, his mind flashed many and many things, Zhuang Long wanted to reach out and grab those blurred pictures, but nothing could be touched.

The dragon's head was swollen, and he hugged his head and couldn't help shuping.Zhuang Qilin was very worried about him, and he quickly got up, put a pair of small hands on his father's head, and quietly comforted him, "Dad, I'll rub my head for you."

Children have not learned a professional massage at all, the method is ordinary, it is not comfortable, but it is not difficult to feel.But it was very strange, Zhuang Long's irritated heart, even by Zhuang Kirin's small pair of hands to calm.

Gradually, the dragon's brain did not hurt so much.

Seeing that Zhuanglong seemed to be feeling better, Zhuang Kirin was relieved.

"Well..." Zhuang Long suddenly spoke, the voice sounded, and he and Zhuang Qilin found that there was something wrong with this voice, as if hoarse.

Zhuang Long laughed bitterly, apologetically with Zhuang Qilin, "Let you see the unpleasant picture again, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't be."

"Don't say that, Dad, we're father and son, and we're family."Zhuang Qilin put his left hand into a fist and hammered a fist on Zhuang Long's shoulder, saying, "Blessed and shared, there is a difficulty in sharing."

The dragon is hot in his heart.

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

This time, he didn’t complain that he was messing with his hair.

"Go back to bed."The dragon gave orders to Zhuang Qilin.

He groaned and walked out of the room.Walking to the door, he looked back at Zhuanglong and confirmed that Zhuanglong was really no big problem, and he returned to the room.After Zhuang Qilin left, the disguised calmness of Zhuang Long's face was dispersed, and his face was replaced by a deep face.

The call tonight really scared him.

But after being frightened, calm down, the most frightening thing for Zhuang Long was that he did not remember his mother!It was an abnormal thing, he knew how perverted his memory was, and the books and people he had read were almost oblivious.

How could he have forgotten his mother?

It is clear that what should have happened in his childhood, or the kind of thing that had a profound impact on him.

That thing caused him to forget his own past and blur the appearance of his parents in his mind.

From New York to Los Angeles, it takes more than six hours to fly.

He had to leave overnight before he could get to jail before it opened tomorrow.The prison where Zhuang Long’s mother is called San Quentin Prison, located in the San Francisco Bay Area, is the largest prison in the United States, with more than 5,000 criminals, many of them notorious criminals, and some of them, who have been sentenced to death.

He packed up his things and got on the plane.

The plane was already available online, and during the trip, he searched for news about the prison, and after reading the report, Zhuang Long's mood was particularly complicated.

My mother is being held in such a large prison for 28 years. What crime did she commit?

With a doubt, as well as curiosity and anticipation for his birth mother, Zhuang Long finally arrived in San Francisco.

He took a taxi and went straight to prison.

The driver was a talkative black man, and he was surprised to hear that Zhuang Long was going to prison.He looked at Zhuang Longchao carefully and carefully several times before he ventured to ask, “Brother, are you going to visit the prison?”

The words of Zhuang Long should be brief: "Receive."

“Friends?”

The answer surprised the driver.

“Mother.”

The driver was embarrassed, and he asked, “How long has she been inside?”

“Twenty-eight years.”

The driver opened his mouth, probably a little shocked.

“That’s a long time.”

He no longer dared to ask.

If he asks—what a crime your mother committed, if the passenger returns a sentence—the perverted murder.How should he respond?A word back?

In order not to get yourself into trouble, the driver chooses to shut up.

In this way, the driver was silent, Zhuang Long was silent, and finally, they arrived at their destination.

This prison is claimed to be the most valuable prison in the United States, because it is located on the edge of the bay and occupies a good land.Over the years, the government has sent a new batch of equipment to the prison, and the living environment in the prison is quite good.

He stood at the gate of the prison, smoking a cigarette, staring at the gate, not like the prison gate, unable to speak.

The taxi driver who brought him here did not leave, and he was still counting on sending Zhuanglong back to the city.

At this time, the prison has gone to work, Zhuang Long stood outside the gate for a moment, saw a 70-year-old man, wearing a good-looking, but still clean leisure clothes out.The old man should serve a long sentence, walk as if he were, and take the stereotypes of the old criminals in prison.

They are criminals who have been tamed by prison.

He waited a few more minutes, and the door opened again.

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

He stared at the woman and narrowed his eyes.

The woman had an oriental face, with white hair, a thin and weak figure, about sixty years old, and a folded on her face.She carried a small bag, and Zhuang Long did not understand that the person who was leaving the prison had something to take away.

He looked at the woman, staring.