He didn't know the real inside story of Liao Xuebing, but Lao Liao was the leader of the biker party, that is, the source of the turmoil and tranquility in Beicheng District, so he couldn't be offended easily. I remember the first time Liao Xuebing was detained three years ago, and the director of the Beicheng District Bureau vowed to clean up this gang of hooligans who were like urban ringworm scabies. Then the next day, the street lights, shop fronts, billboards, garbage bins, and telephone booths of more than 20 main roads in Beicheng were all reduced to fragments, and the ground was full of glass slag.

In three days, 80 percent of all public facilities in Beicheng District were paralyzed, and the head of the district bureau was forced to release the people under pressure. From now on, if he catches it, he will be locked up for a day or two to express his intentions, and he will never be difficult if he wants to leave.

"Xiao Wang, you take Brother Bing to 208 in Building 2 to have a look, and bring the key. He patted him on the back and made a hint that there was an immediate return for the situation.

Because it is a two-way room structure, there is no light in the corridor, and the lights must be turned on during the day. But the light was miserable, hazy, the voltage was not very stable, flickering and flickering, like a connecting lantern on the Huangquan Road, which made people look scared.

As soon as I opened the big iron door on the second floor, the smell of blood, urine, feces, musty, and rancid smells came to my face, accompanied by wails, screams, angry scolding, and low groans, echoing in the corridor, reverberating into one, like the cries of hell's tortured ghosts.

The walkway is three meters five meters high and two meters wide, with no end in sight, two rows on the left and right, and a cold iron door every four meters. The iron door is equipped with a grid hole to make it easier for the jail jǐng to check the situation in the cell.

With a thud, the iron door slammed against the solid concrete wall with a screeching sound. drowned out the noise of the prisoners.

Someone was lying on the hole in the iron door and looking desperately, and laughed in a hoarse and ugly voice: "Haha, the son of a bitch, there is another new product." Brother, what's your name? Look at you are well dressed, are you a piáo prostitute or a yín?"

The person in the prison opposite said: "I think he is a duck who sells his ass, didn't he say that he has severely cracked down on the spread of AIDS in the past few years, maybe he has sold too hard and violated the taboo of the top." ”

Xiao Wang pulls out the rubber jǐng stick. Without saying a word, he pulled it towards him, and through the iron fence that was only eight centimeters wide, it exploded with great accuracy and opened a bloody flower on the man's face. This jǐng stick has both elasticity and tenacity, and if it is used properly, it is not a problem to whip people to death.

The prisoner fell headlong, and Xiao Wang didn't look at it, and said, "Accumulate some virtue." Otherwise, you will be locked up for three days. ”

Confinement is not as simple as being confined to a single room. Locked in a single room less than a square meter in size, isolated from the world, no sound can be heard around, no one speaks. Because of the small space, I can't sit here, I can't lie down, and when I am extremely tired, I can only rest against the wall, and I only have a black and hard steamed bun and half a glass of water every day. Urine and urine must also be carried out inside, what would happen if you were in the company of feces in a single room of less than one square meter for three days in a row, the smell alone can smoke people to death. Not to mention the extreme physical and psychological torture of the human body in that kind of place.

The shouting in the prison cell was quiet. Another person who was lying in the hole and peeking out said, "Dude, if you have any cigarettes, lend me one, no, no, half one." I'll pay you back the next day. ”

Lao Liao smiled, seeing that he was calling earnestly, there were still about seven or eight cigarettes left in a box of cigarettes, and he threw them over with the box. The man even straightened his eyes, squeezed out the iron fence with both hands, and held it tightly in his arms. Like a beggar who won the 5 million lottery, the ecstasy and satisfaction in his eyes are indescribable.

As soon as Liao Xuebing turned around, the cell made an earth-shattering noise, and the sound of crackling was endless. Xiao Wang hurriedly rushed over and knocked on the iron door vigorously. scolded: "***, stop it for me." If you want to die, say it early, don't bother me!"

Liao Xuebing poked his head and saw the person who had taken the cigarette before lying on the ground and begging for mercy, his face was covered with blood, and there was a bloody cut from his ear to his chin. A man in a big cotton shirt leaned against the bed frame and swallowed the clouds, his eyes were misty, and his expression was very satisfied. The other six or seven stood respectfully beside the man, as if ready to wait for the prison boss to reward him with cigarette butts.

"Hehe, the courage is really not small, you dare to grab the cigarettes I gave to others, don't you know the pain if I haven't been here for a year?"

"Who!" the prison boss shouted violently, and the bull's eyes like cold electricity stared straight over, and when he saw half of Liao Xuebing's face reflected outside the iron fence, the water chestnut was distinct, and his lips were hooked with a little coldness. Suddenly the anger disappeared, jumped out of bed, separated the crowd, his face was already the joy of his wife to see his lover, the believers saw the worship of idols, and the little ghost saw the fear of King Yama, his voice was very low, and he smiled flatteringly: "Brother Bing, why did your old man come to visit his brothers again?"

"Beeroli's wordy cliché, I hate violence above all else. Give him back the cigarette, well, it's so cold, and put a cotton coat on him. ”

The prison boss only said that Brother Bing also stayed here for a while, how dare he disobey, he didn't drag the mud and water to help the man up at the moment, dusted off the plaster on his face for him, took off his cotton coat and draped it on him, and scolded: Why don't you thank Brother Bing, do you want me to teach you?"

The man was so shocked that his hands trembled as if he had a nervous palsy, and he took a cigarette from his cigarette case, and before he could put it in his mouth, he shook it to the ground.

Lao Liao said to Xiao Wang: "Do you still have cigarettes, lend me a pack." ”

"Brother Bing will take it if he wants it, and say what to borrow. Xiao Wang took out a pack of Marlboro. Family members who visit prisons often have filial piety, and it is not good to accept it, but it is even worse if they do not accept it. They will think that their loved ones must be having a miserable life in their cells, and some will even kneel down and beg you to accept even a pack of cigarettes as a gift.

Lao Liao threw Marlboro into it and said, "Save a little smoke, I'll come to see you when I'm free in the future." ”

The old man is grateful to nature, and he shouts that Brother Bing is my reborn parent and something like that. Several inmates stared at the bag of Marlboros, with strong and irrepressible envy in their eyes.

After Lao Liao and Xiao Wang left, a fellow inmate cowered and said with a smile: "Brother Qiang, who is that soldier brother?"

The prison boss got a pack of good cigarettes that were equivalent to luxury goods in prison, and in a happy mood, he took out one and handed it to him. The man was extremely excited, and just when he was on the spot, he was snatched back by Brother Qiang, carefully torn in half, and gave him a section without a filter, saying, "Brother Bing is the number one person on Beicheng Road." Picking up the rancid and shabby placket, he pointed to the shocking scar under his right chest: "This is the meeting gift that Brother Bing gave me." I didn't know him when he first came, and I thought it was a bully, but I touched my brows, only slapped out two of my teeth, and kicked four ribs off...... Later, Brother Bing said four words to me, 'Transform well', damn, my body has been transformed by him, what else can be changed. ”

The cellmate was speechless for a long time with his mouth wide open, even forgetting that his precious cigarette butt was still burning.

Standing at the door of No. 208, Xiao Wang said: "Brother Bing, be careful, that gray-clothed boy is also a devil, say a few words to your nephew and come out, don't stay too long." It could have been mentioned in the meeting room to meet again, but it needed to be approved by the higher-ups, at least twenty-four hours. "Since Director Liu and he are good friends, and the affection is big enough, he will come directly to prison.

Rushed inside and shouted, "You bunnies behave." ”

Open the iron door and let Liao Xuebing in.

Lao Liao said: "Lock it up first, something may happen later, and it is inconvenient for you to be there." Come back an hour later and open the door for me. ”

The room is five meters wide, seven meters long, and about three meters five meters high, the light is very dark, and there are twelve iron frame beds divided into bunk beds in two rows, all welded to the wall, fixed on the wall and the ground, and the middle is quite wide. There was only one air vent that opened very high, which was also firmly connected with steel bars and stuffed with a few rags to block the cold north wind. In the left corner of the room is a washbasin, and in the right corner is an extremely dirty bidet toilet with a foul smell.

The twelve unkempt and ragged prisoners in the cell sat or lay down, looking coldly at the newcomer in front of them.

Guan Muyun was wearing only one underwear, shrunk on the top bunk and trembling with his arms hugged, his face and lips were cold and blue, the corners of his eyes were scarred, there were bruises next to his ears, there were bruises everywhere from his arms to his thighs, and his underwear was tattered and torn into strips of cloth, no different from a mop.

Li Yuzhong's appearance is similar to Guan Muyun's, except that he is working, beating the back of a man with a sèyīn face. Zhang Jiawei was miserable and helped people wash clothes.

"Teacher!" Guan Muyun cried out in surprise as if he had met a bright light in a sea of suffering. Li Yuzhong and Zhang Jiawei both stopped moving.

"Oh, bullied in a prison cell? This is just a lesson for you, don't stab someone with a knife when you have nothing to do. ”

The yīn man raised his eyebrows and said, "Did I ask you to stop?" Dare to come to an acquaintance, or a teacher, hey, newcomer, what did you do? molesting a female student?" His speech was very oppressive, even if the words were flat, but his tone still revealed a strong Jianghu flavor.

This person must be Li Baokang, the cell leader of this cell, and he really has an outstanding temperament, and he deserves to be the boss of the Gray Clothes Society.

After about thirty seconds, Li Yuzhong's hand never fell on his back, and the person at the door didn't answer, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was wrong, and said: "Brothers, give him some face, the newcomer must understand the rules, otherwise what kind of system will it be?"

Except for the three students and Li Baokang, the other eight people all stood up. Most of these people are malnourished, there is no oil and water in the detention center, and even those who are fattened into pigs have to be boiled into ribs. With hunger and over-suppressed yù fire in their eyes and a cháo red of excitement on their faces, their only pleasure is bullying newcomers.

The crowd pulled out their toothbrushes and began to sneer: the game of cat and mouse has begun.

Because of the strict control, there are only fists, kicks and teeth in fights, and some people sharpen the handle of the toothbrush and stab it in the heart, which can still make you blissful in life, and it is a killing weapon.

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