Someone once said that compared with prisons, detention centers are the real hell on earth!

This sentence is not an exaggeration, and there is no artistic processing, even the old prisoners who have entered the palace with a few noses, or those who have been in prison, all agree that the life in the detention center is the most difficult.

A small detention center is a microcosm of the deformity of society, the relationship between corrections and prisoners is extremely red and distorted, and the ugliness and dirtiness of people are infinitely magnified and refined, and finally grind across your body and wear out your spirit.

Qingzhou Detention Center was established in July 1958, and its original site was located at No. 18 Jiuding Road in the old city. During the 83 crackdown, the detention center was overcrowded, and at its strictest, nearly 20 people were locked up in a room of less than five square meters, and whoever dared to fart at that time did not have to think about getting out of the house alive. Therefore, at the beginning of the year, the city government established a new prison on Xifeng Road, covering an area of more than 900 square meters.

In the early 90s, because the per capita bunk area in the detention center was far from the requirements of the Ministry of Public Security, it was listed by the Ministry of Public Security at the end of 92 and became a backward detention center for supervising the transformation.

But the new has become only infrastructure and accommodation, and what has not changed is always the cold high walls, power grids, iron doors, iron windows, iron chains, and people in the shape of sèsè, or scum.

Zhao Jianjun is imprisoned here! His first-instance verdict has already come down, and he has already had the consciousness of dying on the road, thinking about the few lives on his hands, the death penalty is not a big deal, so it makes little difference to him whether he appeals or not. I don't know which tendon is wrong, Liu Guanjiao, who has always been cold-faced and cold-hearted, actually talked to him alone three times, talking about policies, talking about rights, talking about hope, saying that it is better to die than to live, there is no precedent for changing the sentence in the second instance, it can be delayed for a while, it is better to be a thought than to immediately pull it out and eat a gun.

Zhao Jianjun didn't care, he let Liu Jiaojiao run before and after handing over the appeal materials, and the days passed like this. In fact, he knew very well in his heart that according to the deeds he committed, not to mention the second trial, even the 20th trial, the chance of surviving is not great.

The head is off but the bowl has a big scar, so it's a matter of asking for hair!

Zhao Jianjun is naturally a first-class ruthless man with iron chains on his feet, which is a sign of a felon, from the first day he entered the number, no one dared to provoke him, and in less than a week, the entire building knew that the military brother of 301 was a character. became a big brother, many rules came, no one dared to speak when he was in the number, and when he was working, the work was done by others, and the discipline knew that he never squeaked. Every morning when he gets up, there is a special person to help him up, and when he washes, the toothpaste is squeezed and waits for breakfast to be handed in from the rice hole, and Zhao Jianjun has to share the meal, and everyone says thank you Brother Jun together, if anyone doesn't say it or the voice is not loud, he will be beaten immediately. When sleeping at night, someone paves chuáng and someone wipes the ankle, a complete cell boss and prison bully, and no one dares to mess with the entire prison house.

The lame man picked a general inside, looking majestic like this, but Zhao Jianjun's brother was arrested, the property was seized, and the money in the account was compensated to the previous victims, cutting off the economic source from the root. It's really not a human life to have no money in a place like the detention center, every day from six o'clock to go to bed at twelve o'clock at night, work for 16 hours a day, eat cabbage, radish and rancid head, there is no oil for the whole month, and the people who are beaten with iron can't stand it, even if there are younger brothers who are filial piety from time to time, but that little money can't even feed the stomach of discipline, where can you take care of yourself?

Lao Stuffy is an old fraudster who has entered the palace many times, although he is often beaten after being found out because of his professional habits to deceive people, but he has a flamboyant tongue, no face and no skin, and can kneel on the ground tiǎn The feet of the big brothers are good at falling into the trumpet. This person is the best at observing words and observing sè, and this day he suddenly found that Zhao Jianjun seemed to be a little different. Usually when Zhao Jianjun sleeps at night, he snores heavily, but he didn't hear any sound last night.

The old stuffy man wondered if something had happened, so he tried to walk around Zhao Jianjun as carefully as possible not to touch this moldy head. As a result, for a whole day, Zhao Jianjun sat on the bunk and did not even say a word, and the expression on his face was as if he had lost a tug-of-war.

This is the unique rhetorical structure of the old stuffy head. ,

The so-called tug-of-war is the most popular entertainment in the trumpet, which is generally made up of two people who take off their kùzi, tie the thread to the little brother, and shout slogans and pull them back. Although the old stuffy head is old enough, he is not old-hearted, and he has a huge capital, and he is a fixed player of 301, and the winning rate can be maintained at more than 70%. So whenever he faced Zhao Jianjun's yín Wei, he often asked himself - you are NB, can the tug-of-war pull me out?

Zhao Jianjun is in a bad mood, and now a blind person can see it. It so happened that in the afternoon, a prisoner was transferred from the transition number, and according to the old rules, he had to strip naked first, and make a frog jumping motion behind his hand, the reason of course was to see if there were any prohibited items hidden in the chrysanthemum. Then you have to memorize the prison rules, sing cross songs, and if the newcomer has no eyes, a violent beating is inevitable.

In the past, these had to be carried out under the auspices of Zhao Jianjun, but after waiting for a while today, Zhao Jianjun still didn't say a word and sat there in a daze. The old stuffy man gave the nickname of the front tooth a look, and the front tooth walked over with a big grin and asked, "What did you do?" The newcomer is a young man in his twenties with an obscene appearance, and he laughed and said, "Big brothers, ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped by his front teeth: "Don't you know the rules?" Shout a report before you speak! ”

The young man's teeth were immediately beaten out of blood, but he didn't dare to wipe them, he knelt down, his voice was crying, and he said in a trembling voice: "Report ............ Report, I...... a chick ......", "Huh? The front teeth were stunned, why was the last chick sent in, "Didn't pay?" "No............ No............ Free, I, I used a little strong ......", "snap", another slap in the face, and the front teeth said angrily: "Strong jiān is strong jiān, give me MLGB!" ”

The old stuffy head moved his eyes, and he generally had to "pat the soles of his shoes" for the strong jiān offenders, and it happened that Brother Jun was in a bad mood, and maybe he could amuse him for a while. So several people rushed up, pulled the kùzi and put the young man's little brother on the edge of the bunk, some pressed their hands and feet, some covered their mouths, and their front teeth smiled, picked up the soles of their shoes and chirped and smacked.

But what made the old man depressed was that Zhao Jianjun still didn't react, he thought about it, mustered up the courage to bend over, and was just about to pile up a smile to speak, so Zhao Jianjun suddenly raised his head and looked over.

What kind of cold and fierce eyes are this, full of death?

The old stuffy head was stagnant, his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped by dozens of degrees, and the sound of teeth fighting even overshadowed the wailing of the young man, followed by the heat in his crotch, and he was so frightened that he peed out.

Zhao Jianjun frowned, and his chained foot kicked the old man's waist with a loud bang, kicking him a few steps and falling to the ground.

"Get out!" , the old stuffy head endured the pain, and crawled away with his hands and feet. As soon as his front teeth and hands weakened, his shoes fell off, and he and several other people shrank to the easternmost end of the shop on the other side. Only the young man was left huddled on the ground with his lower body in his arms, convulsions from time to time.

Zhao Jianjun straightened up and slowly walked to the other end of the trumpet, the gentle moonlight shone on his face along the iron railing, but it became so hideous and terrifying!

Lost the country, lost his brother, and lost a lot of money overnight, and even this life was just stored in the world, and it didn't take long to report to Lord Yama. At this point in life, it can be said that he has reached a dead end, but Zhao Jianjun still has no regrets, he was born as an orphan, he has nothing to rely on, he is not desperate, he is not ruthless, he does not kill people and set fires, he does not bully the market, how to get ahead, how to soak horses and play with beautiful women, eat and drink spicy?

So far, everything that should be played has been played, everything that should be enjoyed has been enjoyed, and death is worth it! What's more, there is that woman, and the son she gave birth to herself, the old Zhao family is finally gone, and I finally have a relative in this world!

Zhao Jianjun's fingers slowly gathered, hanging down on the kùtuǐ side and gently caressing the mō, as if the photo he saw last night was still in his hand.

I haven't seen each other for a few months, but it feels like I've walked through decades!

Pain finally flashed in his eyes, and he thought that the arrangement was foolproof, but it was still known that her existence was known, and at this time, there was only one way in front of him.

The path pointed to him behind the photo: Fan is dead, Zhao is alive!

Zhao Jianjun didn't know who the other party was, and he didn't even know if they could keep their promises, but now he has nothing, the only thing he can do is to gamble, anyway, he always has to die, it is better to exchange this life for his wife and son.

He has no choice! ,

Looking at Zhao Jianjun's back, his front teeth touched the old stuffy head, lowered his voice, and said: "It's really evil, the person who transferred our number yesterday didn't do it, and it's like this today, what about it......"

The old stuffy head was shocked, and his little eyes secretly glanced at Zhao Jianjun, the front teeth said well, the guy who transferred in yesterday was supposed to be rectified, but he went to the toilet alone with Brother Jun for a while, and he didn't suffer when he came out. Everyone thought that it was the kid who went to the Tao, and he must have been filial to the good things to avoid the pain of flesh and skin.

But looking at today's posture, it may not be so simple.

However, the old stuffy man knew that there were some things, not to mention to find out the inside story, so he didn't even think about it, and said in a low voice: "You know how to ask." I heard that it was the second trial, and it is unlikely that the sentence will be changed, and you will be paralyzed ...... a long time ago", the front teeth suddenly realized, and no longer felt that there was anything wrong with Zhao Jianjun, and sat honestly on the chuáng board, with a straight waist.

Zhao Jianjun didn't sleep, none of them dared to sleep, they could only be half-dressed like this, just like during the day, commonly known as "sitting on the board"

Hell on earth, Hell has always been on earth! @。

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