Lunch was three taels of rice, with shredded potatoes and cabbage stew as a side dish, and as a prison I felt that the standard of food was already high, and at least it was not unpalatable. I was quite happy to eat it, until a black, curly, three- or four-centimeter-long body hair suddenly appeared in the shredded potatoes. "All these years have all the potatoes he meowed?" I gave up the rest of my lunch. After all, prison is not a military camp, and for food, it is completely a matter of whether you like to eat or not, and starve to death.

Since I had given up eating, I was idle, so I chatted with the man sitting across from me. He looked to be about forty years old, his eyes were completely blank, and he felt as if he had just finished taking drugs, and he was absent-mindedly dealing with food. "I don't know which bastard is doing something again, and I hope my treasured soap won't be discovered. I said slowly, because I felt that the dude might not understand it if I said it too quickly. "Who's to say it isn't. But his reaction was quite fast, "I could have watched a boxing match tonight, but I shouldn't be able to do such a show." ”

The information he revealed didn't allow me to judge whether I knew him before, so I could only speak cautiously, "I suspect there is something strange about this prison." "I'm pretending to be mysterious," I always dream of the same old witch in my dreams these days, and there must be a ghost. "Brother," the man began to clean up his dishes, "pretending to be crazy is inseparable from here, you can save it, if you really have any plans, please don't pull me." And are we still needed by the outside world? I can't find the point of leaving. ”

I watched the old man get up and leave, and I didn't know if I should quibble out loud that I didn't want to escape from prison, but his nonchalant attitude made me think it wasn't necessary. "I guess this prisoner doesn't know the inside story of this prison," I thought to myself, "there's definitely something wrong with a coffin in that location, and it seems that I'll have to find a way to ask for some more information." ”

I put away my utensils, and the guard showed up on time and took me to the basement again. I didn't dare to talk to him to avoid being beaten, and he didn't seem to bother to pay attention to me, so he turned around and left as soon as the door was locked. "I'm going to have to check on the prisoners when they gather tonight, and it seems that the consequences of losing a phone are worse than I thought. I took my phone out of the locker cabinet in the locker room, "It's useless to keep it, and it may even catch fire, so you have to find a way to give it to others." I had a plan in mind, so I went to the corner of the dressing room, opened the cabinet at the bottom, and pushed the phone deepest. After doing all this, I picked up the sanitary ware and walked into the bathhouse as if I were dead.

By the time Zhu prison guards fished me out in the middle of the afternoon, I was already half dead. In order to save my left molars, I, a new-century college student who usually doesn't do much housework at home, really cleaned the bathhouse inside and out, but even the Zhu prison guards couldn't find any fault. The price is that the already somewhat nauseous lunch has completely left the stomach.

"Life is not easy. When I walked out of the basement, I sighed, "I swear to be a good law-abiding citizen in my life, this Rausch prison is really not a place for people." "After that, I peeled potatoes with more than a dozen male prisoners for two hours, and the guards went crazy somewhere, leaving the gang completely uncontrolled. When I saw what they were doing with the potatoes, I was glad I ended up throwing up my lunch.

It's a pity that there are still potatoes in dinner..."In order to live. "I closed my eyes and ate it in a big gulp, the rice, the side dishes I really didn't want to move. While we were eating, the warden came in and announced, "Due to special reasons, the original King of Fighters Tomorrow Championship has been cancelled, and you will go to the shower after you finish eating, and we have other arrangements after taking a bath." ”

No one has an objection, a few people do not dare to have an objection, and most people do not want to have an objection. After observing this day, I saw that most of the prisoners were living like walking corpses, and I couldn't help but wonder what was the meaning of their continued life?

After dinner, we went back to our rooms to get towels and soap, and then we walked to the basement as a team under the leadership of a young prison guard. In my plan, if I searched my body before taking a shower, my phone would not be with me in the locker room, and I would not be afraid as long as I was not caught red-handed, and if I searched after a shower, then I could complete the framing during a shower.

I walked unhurriedly to the locker room, where half of the prisoners had already gone in before me. But given my previous arrangement, the cabinet where I put my phone was not occupied at all. "According to people's psychology, this kind of selection of clothes cabinets, the first choice is the middle position, the second choice is the upper position, and only when there is a lack of position, will the bottom be remembered. I said to myself (no one listens and can only pretend to be myself), "Everything is under control." ”

I took off my clothes, walked into the bathhouse, and found a random shower to start showering. Although the prison does not eat very well, the bathing is really good, the water is sufficient, the water temperature is comfortable, and after a while, the whole basement is filled with moisture. "Almost. "I turned off the water and packed up my things, walked out of the bathhouse, found my cupboard in the mist, took out my phone, opened another door at random, and stuffed it into the pocket of my prisoner's trousers.

I waited a while for all this, and when some people were scattered out, I began to get dressed, and then followed the vanguard out of the basement, where the guards were already waiting for us. When everyone was ready, we were taken to the playground by the whole team, and stood side by side with the female prisoners who were also in the same group.

"Today, our upright Officer Zhu lost his smartphone. When the warden saw that the people had arrived, he spoke. "I don't believe I can find such an acre and a third of land. I've sent people to search your prison cell, and I haven't found anything forbidden, except for disgusting, dirty bedding. Now ask the thief to consciously hand over his mobile phone, or the person next to him to help him realize himself, and report it and get a reward!"

Seeing that no one spoke five minutes later, the warden sneered: "Do you want to be the same as last time? If you can't hand over your mobile phone this time, you will keep standing here for me, not allowed to eat, not allowed to drink, believe me, even if you all starve to death, thirst and sunburn, I don't care, so think about it yourself." "Report!" The little man sitting next to Li Jun at noon today suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Speak" The warden was about to leave, but temporarily turned his head back, "I saw something falling out when Yang Ze was wearing his pants just now, he picked it up in a panic and threw it back into the cabinet in the locker room, I don't know if it's the mobile phone you're looking for." The little man sneered.

The warden didn't speak, but with a wave of his hand, two tall prison guards rushed into the crowd and pulled out a man with a panicked face, and I fixed my eyes to see that it was the same guy I was talking to at lunchtime, "I'm sorry, brother." I sincerely apologize in my heart, "I hope your health is high enough to withstand this wave." "Officer Zhu, take him to the locker room and find out your phone." The warden ordered, and the warden nodded and walked towards the basement with the little man, "As for you," the warden looked contemptuous, "hurry up and quibble." ”

"Wronged, sir!" Yang Ze knelt on the ground, "I really didn't steal the officer's phone, and I don't know how it ended up in my pocket." "It's boring. The warden shook his head and ignored Yang Ze's plea for mercy.

"Sir, I found it. Prison guard Zhu returned to the playground and said to the warden. "Good boy. The warden took out half a bag of Yuxi from his pocket and threw it to the overjoyed little man. "As for you," he looked at Yang Ze, who was kneeling on the ground, and took out his baton from his waist, "I gave you a chance." ”