In the heavy rain in the night, a white Iveco was driving on the highway and suddenly slowed down. I woke up from my sleep, raised my handcuffed hands, yawned and stretched, and said to the police sitting in front of me: Oh, it was like riding a boat, and I dreamed of a Titanic finally arrived. Brother, give Gen'er a cigarette! The young man sitting opposite me, twenty-three, four years old, his name is Cheng Qiang, he was sitting close to me against the window of the police station, known as Lao Guan, sitting on the other side of my left hand, known as Lao Han, both of them were fifty years old, both of them were not formal police officers, but they were all formal police uniforms.