In any line of work that people have been doing for a long time, they will have a sense of smell sensitivity. For example, policemen, journalists, teachers, etc., are all like this. This is called empirical talk. If you don't have such a level, I'm afraid you'll be eating and waiting for death in the unit.

Song Qingzheng has seen and talked about countless prisoners, who has what temperament and what he will do, he can see at a glance. Some prisoners look fierce and vicious, but in fact they live in a small public manner, and they usually shout when they see cockroaches and rats; some prisoners seem to be polite, docile and polite, but in fact they are stubborn and unwilling to communicate with others, especially in an environment like a prison, where problems are easy to occur after a long time.

After leaving the prison warden's office to the north, Song Qingzheng was always at ease. After the correctional general was brought back to the cell by Xiang Bei, he was called to the office by Song Qingzheng.

"How's the state of Xiangbei?" Song Qingzheng asked.

"It doesn't feel any different than before. It's still that dumb and silly, and I don't see any difference. The disciplinarian replied.

"Don't be careless, be careful. I think this kid has a lot of things on his mind, and he doesn't want to say many things, but he holds them in his heart. Usually pay more attention and care to him. Song Qingzheng reminded, "You also know the current regulations, if there is a little accident, our work this year will be in vain." ”

"Understood, I'll go back and make a way to keep an eye on him every day. In addition, I also told his fellow inmates that he must take good care of this person. ”

"What is he doing every day now?"

"Every week, I basically do prison newspapers and factory labor reforms, and then I read and study in my dormitory. The disciplinarian replied.

"Let's stop the newspaper and the labor reform for the time being, I'm afraid he will have an accident. Song Qingzheng said.

"But...... If you stop both of these activities. He stayed alone in the dormitory, I was afraid that he would think wildly, and there was no one else staring at him during the day, so he was more likely to have accidents. The discipline spoke his mind.

Song Qingzheng thought about it repeatedly, and what the discipline said was also reasonable, let him participate in the transformation activities, worried that something would happen because of negligent management, so if he didn't participate, he would think crankily again, and it would be easy to have an accident. Alas, what should I do? This prison warden is really difficult to be.

Song Qingzheng thought about it and decided to use a compromise solution: "The newspaper asked him to continue to participate in the editing. But remember, you have to keep an eye on him, and don't let him leave him alone. Check him promptly after work and don't let him touch any sharp objects. As for the labor in the factory, there are many people and things, and it is difficult to control it in the event of an accident. ”

"Understood, I'll implement it right away. ”

After the discipline left, Song Qingzheng was worried that the arrangements were not comprehensive enough and that something would go wrong, so he called the head of the education section and told them to pay attention to Xiangbei's emotional changes and daily life, and once there was anything abnormal, they should report and intervene immediately.

For the next few days, the discipline followed northward, inseparable. Even if Xiang Bei stayed in his room, the correctional officer also transferred this task to the other inmates, whether it was eating, drinking, or sleeping, Xiang Bei had to be watched closely.

Song Qingzheng's sensitivity is very necessary. This was confirmed by two events that later occurred in prison.

The first incident occurred when Xiangbei's cellmates went to work in the aluminum products factory, and Xiangbei was the only one left, and he asked for leave from the correctional department on the grounds that he was not feeling well and stayed in the dormitory. Considering that Xiangbei has been emotionally unstable lately and that he is eating a lot less than usual, the discipline agrees to his request and lets him rest in his room.

The accident happened in just two hours.

Xiang Bei stayed in his room, carefully observed the movement outside, and after making sure that everyone had left, he quickly returned to his bed and removed the sheets. He thought of Xu Changlin's death that year. At that time, Xu Changlin committed suicide by tying the bed sheet to the leg of the bed after a simple modification, and then putting the other end around his neck.

In the past few days, Xiangbei has been thinking about this matter, and the more he thinks about it, the more interesting he feels, but he didn't expect this method to come in handy today.

When no one was looking, he quietly opened a small opening in the sheet, and with this opening, with a little more force, the sheet could be changed into a slender strip of cloth.

Soon, Xiangbei remodeled the bed sheet and made a simple long rope. He took it in his hand and dragged it a few times, the force was not bad, and it should be more than enough to strangle himself.

He was so happy that he felt that he was halfway there, so he started the next steps. He looped the rope around the leg of the bed, then leaned his back against the leg of the bed, just enough to go around the front of his neck. Moving back and forth to the north, finding a suitable position, he tied the rope in a dead knot.

In fact, death is not an easy task, especially suicide. Suicide is not self-taught, it is as technical as learning to walk and ride a bicycle. Even if it is such a simple and passive way of suicide as jumping off a building, it needs to have a suitable situation and psychological environment to come naturally.

Trying to fall down forcefully to the north, hoping to feel pressure on the neck through gravity, and then cause suffocation. The human body has a natural instinct to avoid danger, and when an alarm signal is generated in the body, the body will involuntarily choose to get rid of danger.

Xiang Bei tried more than a dozen times, and finally got results. Perhaps due to exhaustion, the body's response to external dangers has become increasingly sluggish. Eventually, Xiang Bei felt a little groggy, and the rope around his neck became tighter and tighter.

The scene of the family recurring in his mind felt good, and the moment of reunion was getting closer and closer.

Luck to the north wasn't good, though. Just when he was about to lose consciousness, the door of the dormitory was suddenly kicked open, which was discipline.

"You kid, I'm worried that something will happen to you, sure enough. The disciplinarian swayed northward as he tried to untie the rope at the head of the bed.

"Come on, something's wrong!" the warden shouted at the door, and three or four prison guards rushed in, quickly untying the rope from Xiangbei's neck.

Seeing that Xiangbei had not woken up, the discipline was not sure if he was out of danger. There is no other way but to report to the warden as soon as possible.

"What?Suicide to the north?" Song Qingzheng heard the news and stood up from his office seat in a hurry, "Have you been rescued?"

"Fortunately, we arrived in time and stopped it, but the people haven't woken up yet. The disciplinarian replied.

"Hurry to the hospital, I'll rush over later. ”

Several prison guards did not dare to delay, and after giving Xiangbei a simple treatment, he was sent to the hospital as soon as possible.

"It's a good thing it came at the right time, otherwise there would have been no people. The doctor confessed.

"Rescued?" asked the disciplinarian eagerly.

"Well, it's back. However, he had to rest for a few days. ”

"It's good to save it, it's good to save it. "Discipline was overjoyed.

To the north this time is considered to be in danger. And for discipline, it is naturally scared into a cold sweat. After all, when such a thing happens in one's own prison district, punishment is often unavoidable.

Committing suicide in prison is quite difficult. Not to mention anything else, it is not easy to find the tools for suicide, such as the bowls and spoons used for eating, small stools, etc., all of which are plastic, and chopsticks are impossible for prisoners to use. Another example is the toothbrushes used by prisoners, which are short-handled toothbrushes made of soft plastic.

Not to mention other regulatory measures, such as full surveillance. While the prisoner is sleeping at night, the prisoner who is in charge of the discipline or behaves well should be monitored or inspected to avoid accidents.

Song Qingzheng gave a death order to the head of the education section and the correctional officer, and there should be no more accidents! In this regard, everyone naturally did not dare to be careless; once a suicide incident occurred in the prison, the work of the year would be done in vain, and the assessment and evaluation would be rejected by one vote.

The distancer quickly made an emergency plan and called a meeting of the remaining 11 people in Xiangbei's cell: "When he goes to bed at night, everyone takes turns staring at Xiangbei, and he is not allowed to sleep with his head covered, and he is not allowed to turn off the lights. Someone has to follow you to the north 24 hours a day, even if it is to go to the toilet. ”

"Report," one of the prisoners objected, "that it's okay for us to watch him, but we can't stare at him every second." That's not realistic either. ”

"If you want to do it, you can do it, what kind of nonsense?" another prisoner yelled at him.

The man suddenly became honest and stopped talking.

"You remember, if anyone can detect an abnormality in Xiangbei at the first time and stop it in time, he will be counted as a meritorious service. ”

When everyone heard this, they were overjoyed, and they were full of energy as if they had changed people.

In many cases, rewards are better than accountability.

Of course, if a person really lives enough, no one can stop him. After all, suicide is something that can't be prevented. Xiangbei has never given up his attempt to commit suicide, he no longer has any yearning for life, and the only hope is that the family of three can be reunited in heaven.

About a week after the suicide, Xiangbei finally thought of another solution, which was still difficult to detect even when he was being watched. He chose to carry out his plan in the middle of the night - to bite open the artery in his right wrist with his teeth!

This time, the plan is more difficult and almost impossible to complete in the eyes of ordinary people. I want to take on a challenge to the north.

Although all the inmates have received the task and are strictly guarding against Xiangbei 24 hours a day, the tigers also have time to nap. Especially in the middle of the night, when the drowsiness is at its strongest. But at three or four o'clock in the evening, the person who was staring at him actually fell asleep.

Xiang Bei felt that the opportunity had come. He quietly covered himself with the quilt and repeatedly bit his right wrist with his front teeth. But I tried this several times, but they all failed. The first few failures were due to the body's self-defense instinct, and the teeth simply could not be bitten. The last few failures were due to the misalignment of the bite. The arteries in the wrist are too thin.

On the last attempt, Xiangbei was almost unconscious and fearless, and when a large stream of blood flowed down his face, flushing his pillow and clothes, he knew he had succeeded. He calmed himself down and lay quietly, waiting for death to come.

Soon, to the north, you enter a wonderful dreamland, which is a forest, with towering trees, colorful flowers, and all kinds of birds that cannot be named. Xiang Bei and his wife Zhou Xuecen chased Nuoyi, and the family enjoyed family fun.

What a familiar dream. Xiangbei felt that this dream was familiar, but he couldn't remember it. However, he did experience joy from the dream.

Xiang Bei reached out to pick a beautiful flower, and suddenly, as if the flower had become a sperm, opened its bloody stamen, and swallowed Xiang Bei's head in one gulp.

Xiang Bei was not frightened by such strange hallucinations. All kinds of demons, demons, ghosts, and ghosts are just floating clouds.

He suddenly thought of Zhou Xuecen, what was she thinking in her heart before she died? Will she feel scared and afraid? When she died, she didn't even have anyone to accompany her, she swallowed her breath alone and became a lonely ghost.

Over the years, he gradually changed from being bent on defending himself and avenging his grievances, and he felt more and more that he was a guilty man, and that this sin was not the same as the verdict in the secular court, but the torment and pain in his heart. Perhaps this is the original sin that everyone bears when they come into this world.

Don't they just want me to die, well, I'll fulfill their wishes.

Xiangbei laughed happily when he thought of this, which made his heart that he had been suppressing all these years suddenly relaxed. It's such a good feeling, I don't have to think about anything, and I can finally be relieved......