At the Nanjiang Detention Center, Chu Chen sat across from Officer Ye Jing, a beautiful young policewoman. He explained to her earnestly and patiently.,Ye Jing let out a cold smile and took out another square sandalwood box. Pointing at the thirteen silver needles inside, thinner than her fingers, she said, "Then explain to me again, what are these thirteen things",Chu Chen raised an eyebrow and said, "Though I, Chu Chen, am poor, I do not eat food that comes beggingly."。