In order to dispel Rotu's anger and doubts, the four of them intermittently explained the unspoken rules of the Southern Dynasty Prison, although due to excessive panic in their hearts, their speech was not coherent, but Rotu still formed a general concept of this special place in his mind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It turns out that the prison system of the Southern Dynasty has reached the deepest roots.

Here, the prison guard is the master, and the warden is the god who can manipulate the life and death of the prisoner.

If you come in after committing a crime, as long as you have money, and your power outside has not collapsed, and someone helps you to take care of your activities, your life in prison is even better than that outside.

The land of the Southern Dynasties was short of materials, and the prison, as a very important unit in the judicial system, was able to distribute a large amount of grain, meat and eggs allocated by the state. Of course, most of these foods have been shipped to the market and sold, and the profits obtained are that the warden eats meat, and his prison guards can also drink the broth.

In order to consume the physical strength of the prisoners and prevent the prisoners from making trouble, the prison also strictly controls the daily salt intake and the amount of drinking water for the prisoners.

Here, as long as you can bribe (not that Lu Yan is illiterate, but it is really a harmonious word on the Internet, with different sounds) to give enough money to prison guards and senior leaders, you can live like a god-king. Rich clothes and fine food, maids and women can get it, and they can also live in a single cell with water and water, and smoke and medicine. They can even talk to the outside world on the phone or use other means to transmit information under the supervision of prison guards.

As long as you have enough money, you can call the wind and rain in prison, the cat and mouse family. You can also get the opportunity to reduce your sentence because of your "excellent performance", and the death penalty will become indefinite, indefinite and indefinite, and long-term will become short-term, and sooner or later you will have to get out of the cage and regain your freedom.

If you don't have a penny of savings and don't have any relatives or friends outside, then I'm sorry, you can only honestly squat in the bitter kiln. Eat the most unpalatable food, and you are not hungry, and you are bullied by prison guards and other prisoners.

Because Jiangjie City is not far from Nanpu City. Some of the rare metals produced in Nampo City, which contain strong radioactivity, must be simply treated before they can be exported. This kind of short-lived work makes it difficult to hire workers in the private sector, so the warden is lawless and gathers the felons who have no family background in the prison into a secret factory set up inside the prison, and allows the prisoners to process and package rare metals. As for these prisoners, they are all deserving people who have committed the most heinous crimes, and who cares?

The original four prisoners in the cell, except for the crossing river dragon, who accidentally killed the brother-in-law of the town's management committee official because he was fighting for land and fishing on the river section, was thrown into the prison area for heavy punishment. The remaining three people are really just petty thieves, and they can't get on the table at all. However, these three guys have no family and friends, and the stolen money is squandered, and they have no savings behind them.

During a theft, the three of them accidentally stole into the house of a local official, and because they didn't step on the plate properly, they were caught by the guards who heard the noise, and they were locked in.

The three guys had no money to take care of, and there was no one outside to take care of them, so they relied on their dexterity to bully other prisoners in a group, fighting for the few food and drinks. The prisoners, who had a grudge, gave money to the prison guards, increasing the sentences of the three men. All the way up, the live piston into the area of the felon, this life is ruined.

Seeing that Luo Tu was silent, Guo Jianglong endured the pain in his chest, lifted the bed board, and from a corner next to the wall, he found two steamed cakes mixed with black vegetable leaves, as well as the bottom of a plastic bottle that cut off the remaining half, which contained light salt water, and held it in front of Luo Tu: "Big brother, you haven't eaten yet." Let's eat something to deal with it first, and when the gang starts tomorrow, the brothers will try to get some meat and eggs back, and give the eldest brother you a tooth sacrifice. ”

Roto had no appetite at all, so the four of them ate steamed cakes and salt water, and sat on the bed in a daze. Unconsciously, the eyelids were a little heavy, and it seemed that the medicinal properties of the local ginseng began to attack, and the body even began to swing slightly.

Seeing that Luo Tu was sleepy, Guo Jianglong exchanged a look with the three brothers, and his gaze swept towards Luo Tu's bulging Adam's apple. One of the brothers secretly pulled out a short section of an earthen knife that had long been worn out from under the insole, but the front part had been sharpened.

This kid was frightened by Luo Tu's divine might, and he didn't dare to make a move, so he hesitated to hand over the knife to Guo Jianglong. Guo Jianglong glared at his brother fiercely, took the knife, quietly approached Luo Tu, and called a few times carefully, seeing that Luo Tu did not react at all, and in his slightly open eyes, there seemed to be no light that a normal person should have, so he was ruthless and quickly slashed towards Luo Tu's neck.

Ling Yang is not like Luo Tu who has a number under his hands, and once he makes a move, he is neither light nor heavy. The eight people in the cell were beaten to the ground, covered with bruises, and each of their heads was swollen into pig's heads, and they couldn't see their original appearance at all.

Ling Yang thought that the bed board of the iron bed was too hard, so he sat on Lao Hei in a daze, carrying a small iron rod the length of a palm in his hand, and knocked Lao Hei's bald head like a wooden fish: "Aren't you capable?" Aren't you amazing? Aren't you a hegemon in prison? Get up? Get up and fight again? ”

Lao Hei beat Ling Yang not lightly, all his internal organs were hot and painful, his whole body seemed to be scattered, every inch of his bones seemed to be broken, and he couldn't even lift the strength to speak, so he could only hum and chirp and shake his head, indicating that he would never dare to touch Ling Yang's tiger whiskers again.

In Ling Yang's hands, there were many strange-shaped "weapons" concentrated.

Because in order to strictly prohibit prisoners from fighting and causing death, prisoners are usually not given the opportunity to come into contact with sharp weapons. However, this is not a difficult task, and the prisoners are actively exploring their thinking, having the courage to innovate, and constantly exerting their boundless imagination. Or secretly hiding a spoon during a meal, or detaining a piece of wood from the handle of a shovel pickaxe while doing manual labor, or using various channels to get all kinds of other gadgets that can sharpen sharp points. Usually hiding in a secret place in the cell, when there is a fight, it is better to take it out to deal with the prisoner with bare hands, and it is better than nothing on the body.

Ling Yang picked out four or five small aluminum spoons from them, and the edges of the spoon bowl had been polished to a very sharp point. Ling Yang carefully found that the abrasion marks on the spoon bowl were not completely rubbed on the concrete floor, but the traces left by the small stones scratched, and some of them were stained with a little bit of undetectable soil chips.